Visionary Kiss I & II & III
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Adult ++
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50
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3,166
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4
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Visionary Kiss III 1
Visionary Kiss III
Visionary Kiss III Part 1
LONDON, BRITISH MUSEUM - DAY (1933)
With a small smile on her face, Willow Rosenberg looked down on the same papyrus scroll she would see first over seventy years in the future. When she saw it the first time, after all the millennia she had spent in Egypt and other realms, she had been surprised, surprised that it still looked this good. Only to realise that if it should look different, then it should look even better than the first time she had seen it.
As she had done the first time, Willow had a hard time stopping herself touching the glass that separated herself and the other visitors from the papyrus scroll. It was a reminder of all those things that had happened that night.
That night in the year 2005, that had changed her whole life, her being, the night in which her journey started The journey that served only one purpose; to save Imhotep, High Priest of Osiris, Keeper of the Dead - the ancient mummy which had already tried to destroy the world once.
The night, in which the mother goddess Isis had talked to her for the first time, giving her a choice, giving her life reason and purpose.
Last time she had not been able to save Imhotep, which meant that now she was waiting for her next chance; for the next time he would walk earth.
A time that was coming closer and closer with each passing minute. She could feel it in every cell of her body that it was only a matter of months until the fight over Imhotep's soul, and the destiny of mankind would start again.
Taking one last look at the scroll, walkwalked over to the exit, not aware of the many eyes that followed her.
Still there was no sign of the years she had already seen on her face. Her long red hair was styled according to the latest fashion; her clothes looked like those most of the women would only see in magazines, never having the money to buy them.
The women were jealous and all the men wanted to know her. Something only a few people had been allowed to do over the years.
LONDON, WATCHER’S COUNCIL, DAY
“I’m more than happy to hear all this, Mr. Giles.” Willow looked at the young man in front of her, the man who would have a son named Rupert “My father will be overjoyed with this new development. He has always known that a connection between the Watchers and the Mumia would be pay off.”
“Ms. Rosenberg, we are truly sorry your father is still not able to travel, most of the members of our Council would have found pleasure in thanking him for all his help and support. Not to forget that we are really happy that you took the time to be the Messenger.” Randall Giles said, turning as his mother, an older woman with already, gray hair and strict features entered the room.
“Oh Randall, don’t tell me that you are one of those narrow-minded men that really believe that there is a Samuel Rosenberg,” she moved over to Willow; as she said this, her eyes smiling as she talked. “If my own son is not able to tell that all this came from an intelligent woman, then I made a big mistake in bringing him into the council.”
“But Mother…” He started; only to be stopped by a dismissive gesture from the older woman.
“So tell me, Ms. Rosenberg, who told you about us and, most important, why are you helping us?” She asked, and then Mabel Giles walked over to an armchair and sat down.
“Please, call me Willow.” The redhead knew that she had no chance to get out of explaining herself, at least not easily.
Willow walked over to the armchair that was opposite that Giles’ Grandmother was sitting, and took a seat. Since the day she had met Mabel and Randall Giles, she knew why the ex-watcher was what he was. From his father he had received the stiff, perfection striving side - while the sensitive, humorous (maybe even the Ripper) side was from his Grandmother.
“Good Lord, tell me! I promise you that it will never leave this room.” As the woman said this, there was something in her eyes that reminded Willow of all the times Giles had talked, or listened to her.Right at this moment there was nothing Willow wanted more - she wanted to tell this woman everything the red head wanted to bubble out everything about her life, about Buffy, Giles, the others and Isis.
But she only told Mabel that a vampire had killed her best friend, and how from that day on she had researched everything. She told her tale, glad that over all these years she had learned to lie, learning that the best thing was to mix it with as many truths as possible.
As she finished she waited, not knowing if she would be believed. She could use magic, but that she did not want to do. By using magic, which always had side effects you could not perceive, she would risk great damage the timeline continuum.
After all she already altered the timeline continuum, but this could get out of control, and control was something she needed, like the air she was breathing.
Finally the older woman opened her mouth, only to close it again. Mabel knew that this had not been the whole story, but she also knew that this woman was not a threat. Her heart was telling her this, and a person like Willow could be useful.
“I know that’s only the half of the story, but I think this is all you are ready to give.” Mabel said to Willow Standing she reached out and touched the younger woman’s cheek, “I’m thankful for the things you have done for the council, and if you ever need help, I will be here for you.”
LONDON, LIBRARY ROSENBERG HOME, - NIGHT
Closing the last of the letters, Willow looked down onto the table, letting her fingers travel over the surface - lost in her thoughts. This was the message she had waited for all these years.
Almost ten years had passed since the last time she had seen Imhotep, ten years since she had seen him die ‘again’. Many things had happened in this short time; a blink of an eye to somebody that was Immortal.
She had always loved history, and in the last few years she had used her free time to travel the world to learn and see as much as possible, all the while she had helped as much as possible to build up the Watcher Council.
Shaking her long red hair that now fell freely over her shoulders, she remembered a few of the things she had experienced.
There had been Mussolini who had further improved the power of his fascist party in Italy, only to then abolish the general population’s right to vote. The open conflict between China and Japan, occupying the area around Shantung. Not to forget the civil war broke out in China once more.
India had been shaken by racial disturbances between Muslims and Hindus, the wake of which made it possible for Mahatma Gandhi to find his way into history, by starting his passive resistance to the British Regime with his campaign ‘of insubordination’?
Canada became an autonomous republic within the British Empire.
There had been two Presidents of the USA, Herbert Hoover and Franklin Delano Roosevelt. Franklin Roosevelt had helped starting diplomatic relations between the USA and the USSR, which had made it possible for the USSR to join the League of Nations.
Not to forget the revolution in Cuba started by Colonel Batista, or Black Friday at the New York stock exchange. The worldwide interest and currency structure disintegrated. The American banks suspended their payments temporarily, which had only been the beginning of the world economic crisis.
Smiling she looked at all the books she had collected over the years, all the people that knew her were aware of the fact that she not only followed the political developments; she had found great pleasure in learning more and more about the brilliant little inventions that she knew would one day be no longer special.
At least it had been this way for her.
She had been so exited about the news in which she had learned that the positron and the neutron had been discovered.
The steam iron, acrylic glass, "Iron lungs", the Electron microscope, the Quartz clock and the aerosol had been invented. First full synthetic Indian rubber called the "Buna" in Germany and the first oil well had been developed industrially in Iraq. The New York biologist Hermann Joseph Muller succeeded in the first gene manipulation (to rope flying) by X-rays.
The dishwasher and the blender found their way into households.
But all these new things - or old ones, at least for her all the people she had met, all this was no longer important to her. Right at this moment all she could think of, really think of was that soon she would see him again; soon she once again would have a chance to talk to him.
Willow closed her eyes and in her mind she could clearly see his lovely face, not the grimace or the distorted face, that had been the last thing she had seen. No in her mind he was the strong beautiful man with the dark colored eyes, she had seen for the first time as he had visited her mistress in the bath, still having the trust and love in his eyes, not the pain and disappointment.
She had sworn herself that this time he would listen to her, this time she would not watch him give up everything for Anuck-su-namun.
But the first thing she had to do before she would see him again would be to find her friends. Standing up she walked through the room, if she could only remember what Evelyn had said to her as they had seen each other the last time.
“Come on Rosenberg, I know she said where they would go. We talked about the new school and Rick’s obsession with cream gateaux. …”
There was a short hard knock on the door that stopped her, “Enter…”
A dark figure walked into the room, clad in clothes nobody would find special the the deeps of a desert. Making a short bow, the Arabian man lifted his head, letting her see the dark blue tattoos that covered most of the dark brown face, waiting for her orders.
“The time has finally come. It’s time my proud Mumia, it’s the year of the scorpion, and Imhotep will leave his grave to walk this earth again. And as it is told over the millennia, he will try to find Ahm Shere, to wake the scorpion king and his soldiers, to kill the king and rule the world. You know how important it is to stop him; if we fail…the world will end.”
End Visionary Kiss III Part 1
Visionary Kiss III Part 1
LONDON, BRITISH MUSEUM - DAY (1933)
With a small smile on her face, Willow Rosenberg looked down on the same papyrus scroll she would see first over seventy years in the future. When she saw it the first time, after all the millennia she had spent in Egypt and other realms, she had been surprised, surprised that it still looked this good. Only to realise that if it should look different, then it should look even better than the first time she had seen it.
As she had done the first time, Willow had a hard time stopping herself touching the glass that separated herself and the other visitors from the papyrus scroll. It was a reminder of all those things that had happened that night.
That night in the year 2005, that had changed her whole life, her being, the night in which her journey started The journey that served only one purpose; to save Imhotep, High Priest of Osiris, Keeper of the Dead - the ancient mummy which had already tried to destroy the world once.
The night, in which the mother goddess Isis had talked to her for the first time, giving her a choice, giving her life reason and purpose.
Last time she had not been able to save Imhotep, which meant that now she was waiting for her next chance; for the next time he would walk earth.
A time that was coming closer and closer with each passing minute. She could feel it in every cell of her body that it was only a matter of months until the fight over Imhotep's soul, and the destiny of mankind would start again.
Taking one last look at the scroll, walkwalked over to the exit, not aware of the many eyes that followed her.
Still there was no sign of the years she had already seen on her face. Her long red hair was styled according to the latest fashion; her clothes looked like those most of the women would only see in magazines, never having the money to buy them.
The women were jealous and all the men wanted to know her. Something only a few people had been allowed to do over the years.
LONDON, WATCHER’S COUNCIL, DAY
“I’m more than happy to hear all this, Mr. Giles.” Willow looked at the young man in front of her, the man who would have a son named Rupert “My father will be overjoyed with this new development. He has always known that a connection between the Watchers and the Mumia would be pay off.”
“Ms. Rosenberg, we are truly sorry your father is still not able to travel, most of the members of our Council would have found pleasure in thanking him for all his help and support. Not to forget that we are really happy that you took the time to be the Messenger.” Randall Giles said, turning as his mother, an older woman with already, gray hair and strict features entered the room.
“Oh Randall, don’t tell me that you are one of those narrow-minded men that really believe that there is a Samuel Rosenberg,” she moved over to Willow; as she said this, her eyes smiling as she talked. “If my own son is not able to tell that all this came from an intelligent woman, then I made a big mistake in bringing him into the council.”
“But Mother…” He started; only to be stopped by a dismissive gesture from the older woman.
“So tell me, Ms. Rosenberg, who told you about us and, most important, why are you helping us?” She asked, and then Mabel Giles walked over to an armchair and sat down.
“Please, call me Willow.” The redhead knew that she had no chance to get out of explaining herself, at least not easily.
Willow walked over to the armchair that was opposite that Giles’ Grandmother was sitting, and took a seat. Since the day she had met Mabel and Randall Giles, she knew why the ex-watcher was what he was. From his father he had received the stiff, perfection striving side - while the sensitive, humorous (maybe even the Ripper) side was from his Grandmother.
“Good Lord, tell me! I promise you that it will never leave this room.” As the woman said this, there was something in her eyes that reminded Willow of all the times Giles had talked, or listened to her.Right at this moment there was nothing Willow wanted more - she wanted to tell this woman everything the red head wanted to bubble out everything about her life, about Buffy, Giles, the others and Isis.
But she only told Mabel that a vampire had killed her best friend, and how from that day on she had researched everything. She told her tale, glad that over all these years she had learned to lie, learning that the best thing was to mix it with as many truths as possible.
As she finished she waited, not knowing if she would be believed. She could use magic, but that she did not want to do. By using magic, which always had side effects you could not perceive, she would risk great damage the timeline continuum.
After all she already altered the timeline continuum, but this could get out of control, and control was something she needed, like the air she was breathing.
Finally the older woman opened her mouth, only to close it again. Mabel knew that this had not been the whole story, but she also knew that this woman was not a threat. Her heart was telling her this, and a person like Willow could be useful.
“I know that’s only the half of the story, but I think this is all you are ready to give.” Mabel said to Willow Standing she reached out and touched the younger woman’s cheek, “I’m thankful for the things you have done for the council, and if you ever need help, I will be here for you.”
LONDON, LIBRARY ROSENBERG HOME, - NIGHT
Closing the last of the letters, Willow looked down onto the table, letting her fingers travel over the surface - lost in her thoughts. This was the message she had waited for all these years.
Almost ten years had passed since the last time she had seen Imhotep, ten years since she had seen him die ‘again’. Many things had happened in this short time; a blink of an eye to somebody that was Immortal.
She had always loved history, and in the last few years she had used her free time to travel the world to learn and see as much as possible, all the while she had helped as much as possible to build up the Watcher Council.
Shaking her long red hair that now fell freely over her shoulders, she remembered a few of the things she had experienced.
There had been Mussolini who had further improved the power of his fascist party in Italy, only to then abolish the general population’s right to vote. The open conflict between China and Japan, occupying the area around Shantung. Not to forget the civil war broke out in China once more.
India had been shaken by racial disturbances between Muslims and Hindus, the wake of which made it possible for Mahatma Gandhi to find his way into history, by starting his passive resistance to the British Regime with his campaign ‘of insubordination’?
Canada became an autonomous republic within the British Empire.
There had been two Presidents of the USA, Herbert Hoover and Franklin Delano Roosevelt. Franklin Roosevelt had helped starting diplomatic relations between the USA and the USSR, which had made it possible for the USSR to join the League of Nations.
Not to forget the revolution in Cuba started by Colonel Batista, or Black Friday at the New York stock exchange. The worldwide interest and currency structure disintegrated. The American banks suspended their payments temporarily, which had only been the beginning of the world economic crisis.
Smiling she looked at all the books she had collected over the years, all the people that knew her were aware of the fact that she not only followed the political developments; she had found great pleasure in learning more and more about the brilliant little inventions that she knew would one day be no longer special.
At least it had been this way for her.
She had been so exited about the news in which she had learned that the positron and the neutron had been discovered.
The steam iron, acrylic glass, "Iron lungs", the Electron microscope, the Quartz clock and the aerosol had been invented. First full synthetic Indian rubber called the "Buna" in Germany and the first oil well had been developed industrially in Iraq. The New York biologist Hermann Joseph Muller succeeded in the first gene manipulation (to rope flying) by X-rays.
The dishwasher and the blender found their way into households.
But all these new things - or old ones, at least for her all the people she had met, all this was no longer important to her. Right at this moment all she could think of, really think of was that soon she would see him again; soon she once again would have a chance to talk to him.
Willow closed her eyes and in her mind she could clearly see his lovely face, not the grimace or the distorted face, that had been the last thing she had seen. No in her mind he was the strong beautiful man with the dark colored eyes, she had seen for the first time as he had visited her mistress in the bath, still having the trust and love in his eyes, not the pain and disappointment.
She had sworn herself that this time he would listen to her, this time she would not watch him give up everything for Anuck-su-namun.
But the first thing she had to do before she would see him again would be to find her friends. Standing up she walked through the room, if she could only remember what Evelyn had said to her as they had seen each other the last time.
“Come on Rosenberg, I know she said where they would go. We talked about the new school and Rick’s obsession with cream gateaux. …”
There was a short hard knock on the door that stopped her, “Enter…”
A dark figure walked into the room, clad in clothes nobody would find special the the deeps of a desert. Making a short bow, the Arabian man lifted his head, letting her see the dark blue tattoos that covered most of the dark brown face, waiting for her orders.
“The time has finally come. It’s time my proud Mumia, it’s the year of the scorpion, and Imhotep will leave his grave to walk this earth again. And as it is told over the millennia, he will try to find Ahm Shere, to wake the scorpion king and his soldiers, to kill the king and rule the world. You know how important it is to stop him; if we fail…the world will end.”
End Visionary Kiss III Part 1