This is a highly AU version of the Mummy that I have been working on with a friend of mine on here, IFoundHopeInHateForMe. The plot will be a little different from the orginial in some ways, but I hope that will be what you like about it.

1290 BC

A hush fell over the court as Isis, the youngest daughter of the pharaoh, Seti I, knelt down before her father. All those present knew the reason why she was here. As a princess it was expected for her to marry someone from a noble line, but Isis had forsaken her duties for the heart of a Medjai. It may have been better if she had chosen a lower placed guards, one that no one would notice, but Isis had had to choose none other than Ardeth, one of the most respected leaders of the Medjai. However, despite all the dangers, the lovers had managed to hide their romance for a total of two years. They may have even succeeded in keeping their secret for even longer if had not been for the woman who was soon to become the pharaoh's new wife-Anck-su-Namun.

It was she who brought forth the evidence that condemned the two lovers and told Seti where he should go to discover them in the act itself.

When Seti discovered the truth behind the allegations that Anck-su-Namun had brought forward, he flew into a fury. He summoned the guards to drag Isis down to the dudgeons before grabbing Ardeth, hauling him away to his private chambers.

Nefertiti was informed of what had happened by one of her maids the next morning and had tried to plead to her father on her sister's behalf. Seti refused to hear anything that had to do with the fallen Isis, however, and had sent Nefertiti away before she was even able to say more than a sentence.

Nefertiti then fled to the apartments of the pharaoh's mistress and the younger sister of Anck-su-Namun, Amisi, begging her to persuade the pharaoh where she had failed, but the young woman was turned away before she even arrived at the door to Seti's chambers. Nefertiti had crumpled into despair when Amisi returned, knowing that if she had failed as well then there was nothing to save her sister.

Everyone had known that when Seti passed a sentence upon the lovers it would be a direr one, but no one ever imagined that it would be something like this. Most of the people had imagine that Ardeth would be the one to bear the true punishment with the princess being allowed to escape with a less serve penalty. However, it seemed that even his own daughter would not be spared from Seti's wrath.

He had ordered Ardeth to atone for his treason against the throne by beheading the princess before the court. It was suppose to be a public sign of him renouncing his affections for Isis, but many of those in the court just saw it as an act of cruelty on Seti's part.

Seti didn't even bother to spare his daughter a glance as he rose from his throne and held the sword out to Ardeth. The man's face betrayed no emotion as he took the blade from his ruler, although his eyes did dart down towards Isis, who was staring straight ahead with a look of complete calm on her face.

Seti shook his head with a sigh as he regarded the girl before him. "I do not understand why you had to soil your life in such a way," He murmured. "Would you not have been more content with your true match in this life? Someone from a line as royal as your own?"

Isis lifted her eyes upwards to meet with those of her father's. "I will go to my death with the knowledge that I have already discovered my true match," She said. The corners of her mouth turned up into a small smile. "Forever may not be long enough for our love."

Then those dark eyes slid shut, the blade whistling as it cut through the air behind her and then her neck.

Nefertiti released a cry of pure agony as her sister's head fell onto the ground. She nearly lunged at her father until Amisi leapt up to hold her back, cradling the princess in her arms as she sobbed.

Anck-su-Namun rose from her own chair with a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes as she regarded the fallen body of the former princess.

Seti stared down at the head that lay at his feet, the one that had once belonged to his own precious daughter, for a few moments before turning around to rejoin the rest of the royal family.

He hardly taken a few steps, however, before the horrible sound of ripping flesh erupted throughout the court, causing him to whirl back around as cries erupted from those assembled.

Ardeth had thrust the same sword that he had just used to kill his lover, through his chest, and was now falling to his knees as blood gushed from the wound.

The pleased look had fled from Anck-su-Namun's face now as her mouth fall open in shock with the rest of the court. "What?" She cried.

Ardeth turned his eyes toward the pharaoh, a shaky smile fixed on his lips. "I am sorry, my pharaoh," He said, "but there is only one person who can rule over me and I choose to follow her to the underworld." He released a short gasp as his eyes glazed over before he fell to the ground besides the decapitated body of his lover.

Imhotep could see Amisi pacing behind the sheer golden curtains that concealed her bedchamber as he entered her rooms. He nodded towards his priests who scurried off to close the doors and stand watch as they always did during such visits.

Once he was certain that the door was secure, he strode off towards the bedchamber. He made barely a sound as he brushed the curtains aside, but Amisi must have heard him somehow for she turned as he approached. Her eyes were rimmed with red and the skin around them was puffy.

"Imhotep…" The corners of her lips twitched in a weak attempt at a smile. "I didn't think that you would come tonight."

"I always come to you," Imhotep said. "And I knew that you would want me here with you."

"You are right, as always…" Amisi trailed off, a faint tremble taking her over. "I can't believe he did that to his own daughter. A child of his own blood! How could he have been so cruel?"

"Amisi." Imhotep breathed her name as he moved towards her. He wrapped his hand around her arms, drawing her in closer to him. He couldn't think of anything that would soothe her. Even he hadn't expected Seti to have gone so far in punishing the couple.

"If he could do something like that to his own child," Amisi murmured, "then what do you think would happen to us?"

"Don't speak of such things," Imhotep said. "Seti will never discover anything about us." He pressed a kiss to her temple. "Besides, soon we won't have to worry about him anymore."

Amisi glanced up to him from underneath a furrowed brow. "What do you mean?" She asked. Her mouth twisted into a frown. "You're planning something aren't you?"

"Yes."

Anck-su-Namun had been the one who inspired such an idea. The woman might have been the wife of the pharaoh, but she had been after him ever since she had arrived at the palace. He could admit that she was a beautiful woman, it would take a blind man not to see that, but he was repelled by her coldness. He knew that he could never be with a woman like her, but she still pursued him, no matter what he did.

It had been during one of those moments, when she had caught him on his way to see the pharaoh, that she had placed the idea into his head. She had been suggesting that if her husband were to die then she would be a free woman and not only that but since she had been the first wife, she would be the next to sit on the throne. She continued on, but he hadn't been listening to her by that point, a plan already formulating in his head.

"What is it?" Amisi asked. When he remained silent, she sighed, brushing her fingers across his cheek. "You've never kept a secret from me before."

Imhotep should have known better than to have tried to hide something from her. She had always seemed to possess some strange ability to see through him. He whispered the confession to her, for it was something that he hadn't dared to speak of until now. "I am going to kill Seti."

Amisi recoiled from him the moment the words had left his mouth, staring at him wide eyes. "Are you mad! You would never get away with such a thing!"

"Why wouldn't I?" Imhotep asked. "I am closest adviser of the pharaoh! He trusts me above all of the others. If anyone would be able to get away with such an act it would be me."

"It's still too dangerous!" Amisi shook her head frantically at him. "If you were to be caught…."

"That won't happen," Imhotep said. He caught her hands with his own, clasping them tightly. "Just think of how it would be. If Seti were gone, there would be no need for us to meet in secret like this. You could change everything once your on the throne."

"But I won't be allowed to take the throne," Amisi said. "That's reserved for the first wife."

"Such things can be changed," Imhotep said. "I'm sure that the royal siblings will be more in favor of having you on the throne than allowing Anck-su-Namun anywhere near it."

He was about to continue when he heard a sound like the shuffling off cloth. His head snapped up, eyes scanning to see if anyone was there. He caught sight of a dark shadow for a moment, but it disappeared so quickly that he convinced himself that it had been nothing.

Then he heard the sound of the doors being thrown open and a far too familiar voice echoed throughout the chamber, demanding to know what his priests were doing there.

"It's the pharaoh!" Amisi cried. "You must hide!" She dragged him towards the curtains behind them, pressing a quick kiss to his mouth before drawing the drapes shut around him. She threw herself onto the couch in the center of the room just as Seti tore open the curtains and marched inside.

Seti gave her a smile as he approached, holding his hands out once he reached the couch. Amisi did her best to hide the tension in her own smile as she slid her hands into the ones offered and allowed the pharaoh to raise her to her feet.

She was preparing herself to play the role of the mistress again when Seti suddenly tore his hands away from hers. "My pharaoh?" She reached out towards him but he backed away from her, pointing at her with fury in his eyes.

"Someone has touched you!" He hissed.

Amisi gasped, her eyes darting down towards her arms where the ink that made up her outfit as the pharaoh's mistress had been smudged all across the skin. She stumbled away from Seti as he advanced on her in a rage, drawing the sword that he always kept at his side.

"How could you have betrayed me like this?" He shouted.

"No!" Amisi cried. "Please, my pharaoh, I can explain…" She trailed off as Imhotep appeared behind the pharaoh.

Seti spun around to see what her gaze had gone to and frowned when he saw Imhotep. "Imhotep?" He said. "My priest?"

Imhotep made no response, his hand darting out to grab the sword from Seti's hands, plunging it into the pharaoh, not giving him the chance to defend himself.

Amisi let out a cry as the body of the pharaoh fell to the ground, her hands flying to her mouth. She took a step towards Imhotep, hands outstretched, when a searing pain erupted in her back. She turned her head to find Anck-su-Namun standing behind her. "Sister…?"

"You always were a nuisance," Anck-su-Namun said.

Amisi opened her mouth to retort but paused as she felt something trickling down her back. She reached back with a trembling hand, gasping as her fingers touched the handle of a dagger.

"Amisi!" Imhotep caught her in his arms as she crumpled to the ground. He shook his head frantically, tears threatening to escape from his eyes. "No, this wasn't how it was suppose to be."

Amisi pressed a finger against his lips to silence him, her eyes surprisingly tender. "Hush, my love," She whispered. "Are you not the Keeper of the Dead? I am not afraid for I know that it will not be long before I am in your arms again."

"Yes," Imhotep said. "I will rescue your soul from the grasp of the Underworld. Death itself will not be able to keep us apart."

"I will wait for you," Amisi replied. Then her finger slipped away from his mouth as her eyes closed for the final time.

Imhotep heard the pad of footsteps as Anck-su-Namun approached and he thrust the sword in his hand towards her. "You will pay for what you have done!" He hissed at her shocked face.

Anck-su-Namun seemed ready to stammer out an excuse for what she had done when her eyes flitted towards the doors that still hung open, beyond which a group of people could be heard rushing towards the chamber.

"The Medjai," Anck-su-Namun murmured. Then her lips curved into a cunning smirk, eyes gleaming with cruelty as the pharaoh's bodyguards appeared in the doorway. "Medjai!" She cried. "You must help me!" She thrust a finger at Imhotep as she staggered away from him, as though she was horrified of him. "He has murdered the pharaoh and my sister! He means to kill me next!"

Imhotep was tempted to strike her down with the sword, putting an end to her wicked ways, but he had made a promise to Amisi; one that required him to remain alive. So he cast the blade down on the ground before running out of the chambers through the entrance hidden in the back, his priests following after him.

Imhotep remained in hiding throughout the weeks that the royal burial was being planned. Isis was to be laid to rest with all the honors of a princess, despite the indiscretions that had lead to her death. Her lover, Ardeth, didn't receive the same treatment, however. His body was handed over to his fellow Medjai to dispose of themselves. It would be unthinkable for them to bury him anywhere near the woman he had loved so passionately, however much they may want to, so he had to be placed within an unmarked grave.

Anck-su-Namun seemed determined to seek revenge upon her sister to the grave, however. She convinced the royal children that remained that it would be honorable to bury the pharaoh and his mistress within the same tomb. After all, by her accounts, Amisi had been killed while trying to stop the murder. The two were portrayed as powerful lovers and buried as such. It came across as a great show of respect, but was recognized as a last insult to those who knew the truth.

Imhotep waited only until the night after Isis had been buried to sneak into her crypt with the aid of his priests to steal her body. They carried her corpse off to Hamunaptra, City of the Dead, burial ground of the sons of pharaoh's and resting place for the wealth of Egypt.

It was there that he dared the gods' anger by going deep into the city, taking the black Book of the Dead from its holy resting place. He knew that an act such as the one he was about to perform could permanently doom his soul, but in this case it was not his own that he was worried about saving.

He let no one else lay their hands upon Amisi's body, placing her down upon the altar himself. However, he did allow his priests to arrange the five sacred canopic jars around her. Her soul had been sent down to the dark reaches of the underworld and only the power within the book that Imhotep held could bring it back.

He opened the book to recite the words, his priests going in on the chant moments after. They did not have long to wait for a heavy mist to rise from the dark waters before them, heading swiftly towards the altar. It settled down over the body there like a second skin before disappearing completely. It was at this instant that Amisi's eyes snapped open, her mouth falling open to let out a shuttering breath.

Imhotep felt a rush of elation rush through his system as he rose a knife into the air. He would just have to commit the final act of reenacting what had caused her death and her resurrection would be complete. He was about to do just that when arms wrapped around him, pulling him away from the altar. He whipped his head around to see the Medjai surrounding his priests, forcing them to give up their chanting through the threat of the sword. His eyes snapped back to the altar as he heard a faint sigh.

Amisi's eyes were falling shut again as the mist rose back above her body again. It burst up into the air a second later, releasing an unearthly cry of anguish before plunging back into the water.

Imhotep was still screaming out for his lost love, unable to believe that he had failed, even as the Medjai pulled him away.

Ramses didn't look kindly upon those that defiled the resting place of a woman whom he had considered as a part of his own family. He condemned Imhotep's priests to be mummified alive. As for the man himself, he was forced to endure the Hom Dai, the worst of all ancient curses, one so horrible it had never before been preformed.

Nefertiti agreed with her brother's actions, thinking the punishment only proper for a man who had dared to desecrate the tomb of so great a woman. It had been expected that Anck-su-Namun would have a similar reaction since she had been the one to alert the Medjai as to what Imhotep was planning and should be glad that her sister had been rescued from such a fate. However, she had barely been informed of what had happened before grabbing a knife from somewhere and stabbing herself without anyone being able to stop her. It didn't take long for her burial to commence, although the royal siblings thought it would be best to place her in a separate crypt then the one that held their father and Amisi.

Imhotep was to remain sealed within his sarcophagus, the undead for all eternity. The Medjai would never allow him to be released, for he would arise a walking disease, a plague upon mankind. An unholy flesh eater with the strength of ages, power over the sands, and the glory of invincibility.