A Night at the Museum

[Stormtrooper1990]

This sequel to "The Tomb of Ankc-su-namun" follows a team of 4 Daughters of Apep, as they embark on a mission to free the high priestesses mistress, Nefertiti from the British Museum. They have a cunning plan to infiltrate the Museum and free the High Priestesses paramour...



Along a small stretch of country road between Oxford and London, a huddle of four young women wearing long flowing crimson robes were working ancient magic, not seen since the old kingdom of Ancient Egypt 3000 years ago. Leading the group was 23 year old Chosen Nephthys, of Egyptian descent with High cheekbones, beautiful tanned skin, almond shaped hazel eyes with a smooth rounded face. She was named after the Egyptian goddess of the dead, fitting she believed given their holy purpose. A Chosen was among those rare women amongst the Daughters with an aptitude for the ancient magics of the Old Kingdom, in age an of computers, automobiles and the internet, such a thing was unheard of. The Chosen were only sent on the most important of missions for the cult of Apep, and often clashed with the Disciples, the assassin's of the Daughters. It had grated on Nephthys that a single Disciple had managed to free the High Priestess, with only a rope garrote and a page from the Book of the Dead. Well, the Chosen didn't need the book they could recite the incantations word for word. Now her sister Chosen; Anippe, Moswen, and Amunet, were going show those Disciples that a rope garrote is no substitute for the old ways. Their chanting only got louder, as their target approached.



Rachel Kirby and her three friends, Emily Grayson, Elizabeth Cartwright and Sophie Farnborough were on a trip to the British Museum, to see the latest new exhibition on Ancient Egypt featuring the mummy of Nefertiti. They where currently studying at the University of Oxford, majoring in Archaeology, they had missed out on the faculty trip to Egypt, but considered what went off down there it sounded like they had dodged a bullet. According to the news, the expedition had set upon by a plague of locusts, but that wasn't the most unnerving thing. Two of their classmates, had been found murdered stripped completely naked. Harriet had her throat crushed and poor Emma well nobody could explain that one, her body didn't have a mark on it. Rachel shook her head, it was no good to dwell on such things. She caught a glimpse of herself in the rear view mirror as she drove their minibus, at 19 she was considered a looker by her fellow classmates, with long red shoulder length red hair, slender cheekbones, big blue eyes and a heart shaped face. She was dressed today in matching blue denim jacket, with a wool lined collar over a red collared flannel shirt and jeans with red converse trainers on her feet. With studded earrings, and her watch on her left. Under which, she wore a white lace trim crop camisole and lace hipster shorts. Emily, with light brown hair done up in braided pigtails that dangled from her shoulders was wearing a black leather jacket, red tank top with belted navy jeans, black thigh boots and a grey knitted cap. Elizabeth, with dark raven hair, was wearing a short denim jacket with a black sleeveless top, a denim skirt belted at the waist with a black leather belt. A pair of black Anke boots with white socks covered her feet, her blue eyes covered with thick black sunglasses. Her friend Sophie, with long blonde hair, was wearing a black and white floral summer dress, over which she wore a half tan leather jacket, belted at the waist with a thin tan belt with strapped high heels, was in the passenger seat. " What's with the weather Rachel, it's in the middle of June and everything's gone dark." Rachel turned the headlights, despite the fact it was summer. " There's something off, and what's with the chanting?" Sophie looked nervous. " What chanting? I don't hear anything." As Rachel drove around a bend in the road, she had to brake suddenly. In the middle of the road, stood 4 young women in red robes chanting in the middle of the road. " What's with the witches of Eastwick quipped Rachel. As both her and Sophie got out of the van.

As the ritual neared it's end, Nephthys could see the four students they would be replacing, two of them had gotten out of their vehicle and began to approach them, shouting curses at them and trying to shoo them off the road. At the final word of the incantation, the heads of the four Chosen shot up in unison their eyes flashing blue.


Rachel suddenly had the feeling that her heart was beating faster then normal, she could feel pain coming from her chest. She glanced over to Sophie, who was writhing in pain, as was the other in the van. The force of the pain, sent Rachel to her knees, then suddenly as if someone had switched off heart, she and her three friends fell down dead.


Nephthys smiled, residual magic was overflowing in her body. She turned to her sister. " Pick one and strip her. Take everything, once you are finished use Semblance to assume their appearance." As her fellow sisters got to their work, Nephthys had chosen the pretty redhead. She slipped off her red robes, then she knelt by the dead student and began to strip her. Nephthys started by unlacing the red converse trainers removing them and the white socks underneath, slipping them her own feet. Pulling the dead girl, into a seated position, Nephthys removed her denim jacket from her shoulders then unbuttoned the red flannel shirt, slipping it off her shoulders. This revealed a pair of C-cup breasts, covered by a plain white lace trim crop camisole, Nephthys pulled the undergarment over the dead girl's head, letting the half naked corpse fall back to the ground. Her well developed, firm C-cup breasts with red roundel shaped perky areolas wobbling under the impact, Nephthys pulled on the undergarment over her heaf. She then unfastened the dead girl's jeans, working them off the girl's hips, peeling down her long legs, freeing them off the body, and exposing a matching white lace trim hipster shorts. Nephthys pulled these off with one motion, exposing her small pink vulva crowned with a trimmed strip of red pubic hair. After she pulled on the undergarment, Nephthys got dressed in the rest of the dead students clothes, putting on her accessories including the studding earrings and watch. When she was finished, she knelt by the naked girls body putting her hand over her face. After saying the Incantations, she replaced her hand over her face and instantly assuming the appearance and voice of Rachel Kirby. She looked over to the rest of her fellow sisters, each of them were fully dressed and assumed their chosen forms. Her friend Amunet walked over to her, wearing a black and white summer dress, with tan crop jacket, and the face of the naked blonde girl behind her. " These non-believers look after themselves, this one was wearing black lace. All slim and athletic, it was almost a shame to kill them...almost." Nephthys smiled, Amunet had been with her since the early days of their training, they were close like sisters. " Their deaths served a higher purpose, hide their bodies in the treeline, we don't have much time till sundown." After they dragged the naked corpses of the former students into the treeline, Nephthys, Amunet and the other chosen got into the van, driving towards the city of London.


The four of them walked up the marble stairs, of the British Museum past throngs of tourists and visitors. Wearing the clothes and stolen faces of their victims, Nephthys and the Chosen made their way to the west wing where the new Ancient Egypt exhibit was located. She turned to face her fellow Chosen to go over the plan." It won't be long until sundown, when the museum is empty, secure the exhibit. There are two museum guards in this area kill them, then find a suitable sacrifice. Our mistress will need clothing after she wakes. Amunet you are with me, Moswen and Anippe find a suitable sacrifice, bring her here once we secure the exhibit. For Apep." The others repeated the oath, and went about their assigned tasks. As Moswen and Anippe, both garbed in the clothing they stripped from the dead brunettes, walked away Amunet fell in step next to her. " The museum will close in about an hour, Nephi. It might be prudent to eliminate the guards in their security office." Nephthys turned to her friend. " Always the wise one. We can also switch off the security system, kill two birds with one stone." They spotted the two guards responsible for the exhibit, both males in their middle age, one bald with brown eyes and the bearing of a boxer gone to seed, the other a man with short black hair and blue eyes. Both men worked for G4S. Nephthys and Amunet hung around the exhibit playing the part of curious students, looking at the exhibits. Including the sarcophagus that contained the paramour of the high priestess, Nefertiti. After an hour had passed, the two Chosen hid out of sight as the tannoy announced the closure of the museum. Once the exhibit and museum was empty, the women followed the guards discreetly into their security office. " Hey, what you girls doing in here? This a restricted area, leave now." Said the bald guard as soon as they entered the security office. His friend was braced behind him. Nephthys smiled at the guards. " I'am afraid we are going nowhere." With a quick incantation, both guards began to clutch their heads, doubling over in pain. After the final word had been spoken, they both fell down dead, blood pouring from their facial orifices. Satisfied with their work, the two Chosen proceeded to switch the alarms and cameras. When they were finished, they left the security office, locking it behind them, and prepared the exhibit for the ritual.


Isabelle Keating, a researcher working on the artifacts collected in during the University of Oxford's summer excavations in the Valley of the Kings in the basement restoration level of the Museum. She was alone, most of the staff had left for the night but only she had decided to pitch in for extra overtime. She sighed, she would rather be at home watching EastEnders with her cat then being stuck here, cataloguing useless rock after useless rock. At 25, she was single but that was because of her job then her looks and she had the most boring job in the world. She had shoulder length light brown hair, with sculptured cheekbones, blue narrow eyes and a angular face. She was wearing a black business suit, matching black suit jacket and slacks with a blue silk shirt and black platform heels on her feet. On her ears, were looped earrings, with a silver St Christopher about her neck. Under her suit she wore, a matching red lace wonderbra and G-string thong. As she catalogued yet another piece of Nile pottery, she heard footsteps behind her, she turned to see two teenage girls, students by the look of them. " This area's restricted and the museums closed. Now run along before I call security." One of the girl's, wearing a knit cap smiled. " I don't think security will be coming." Isabelle suddenly felt scared, something definitely wasn't right. Knit cap extended her hand and touched Isabelle's forehead. She said "Sleep." Isabelle didn't know what come over her, she slid off her chair onto the carpet unconscious. The two Chosen, Moswen and Anippe, took the woman under their arms dragging her up the stairs towards the exhibit.


By the time they had got there, Nephthys and Amunet had already prepared the exhibit for the ritual, they had opened the sarcophagus, revealing the naked withered corpse of Nefertiti. They dragged the unconscious Isabelle directly up to the sarcophagus, as the four chosen began to incant the ritual of Resurrection. A golden light begin to emit from the coffin, as the naked withered corpse of Nefertiti began to stir. As Isabelle opened her eyes, she tried to scream but her throat was seized by the iron grip of the mummy, Moswen and Anippe let go of the girl. The mummy pulled in close, locking it's cold dead lips on Isabelle's kissing her. The terrified girl started to buck and weave, as her soul was sucked out of her. The mummies skin, turned into a beautiful tanned colour, her long black hair flowing across her shoulders, high cheekbones reformed, colour returning to her once lifeless hazel eyes. Isabelle's eyes turned up and closed as she died in Nefertiti's grip.


Wasting no time, Nefertiti propped up the girl's corpse in her sarcophagus and began to strip her. She first removed the woman's jewellery and shoes, putting them on herself, the she slipped off the suit jacket from the dead girl's shoulders. Next she unbuttoned the dead girl's silk blouse, removing it from the dead body, and exposing her C-cup breasts covered by a red lace bra. Nefertiti reached around the dead woman's back, unclasping the bra slipping from her shoulders, revealing well-rounded and firm C-cup breasts with light pink rose petal areolas. She then unfastened the black trousers, peeling them off her body, pulling off the matching G-string thong, exposing a full clean shaven vulva. Nefertiti slipped on the undergarment, then got dressed in the rest of the dead girl's clothes.

" What curious clothing, they wear. So comfortable." Said Nefertiti as she slipped on the suit jacket. She turned to Nephthys. " I can see you are using the semblance spell, Chosen. I must congratulate you on a job well done. Now tell me, how fears my sweet High Priestess?" Nephthys bowed low. " She is well, mistress and awaits you at our sanctuary, in Cairo." Nefertiti smiled. "It gladdens my heart to hear it. Let us away from this place. I need time to gather my strength." The four chosen bowed as they exited the exhibit alongside their mistress, leaving the naked corpse of Isabelle Keating behind. They made their way outside the museum, getting into the stolen minivan and drove into the city night.

[simon4242]

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[Stormtrooper1990]

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Not even a lol, you are slipping


Well you know what they say about opinions...

[simon4242]

yep but i was previously paid when i was proof reading manuscripts sooooooo lol

[Jack_079]

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I gotta disagree with you here my guy. Normally I find killing while stealing clothes to be like spawn camping in FPS games... efficient (yes), cheap no skill n00b shit (also yes).

As for the story presented.. I dig it (for the record I hate killing while stealing clothes, it's a cheap/ no skill move) but in this case for an ancient mummy to come to life and steal the life force of a mortal to do so is a horror movie trope.... and as a horror movie fan I have no issue with this senario.

[simon4242]

naw l REALLY ike stormzy i used to work for a publishing house and my job was looking through manuscripts .. his lethal stories are routine and perfunctory when he does more balanced stories the talent shines through ......agree to disagree but like most writers they do not take to negative comments..tis what it is

[Stormtrooper1990]

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I gotta disagree with you here my guy. Normally I find killing while stealing clothes to be like spawn camping in FPS games... efficient (yes), cheap no skill n00b shit (also yes).

As for the story presented.. I dig it (for the record I hate killing while stealing clothes, it's a cheap/ no skill move) but in this case for an ancient mummy to come to life and steal the life force of a mortal to do so is a horror movie trope.... and as a horror movie fan I have no issue with this senario.

Thank you, Jack_079.

I like a little horror myself.

I have been thinking of expanding into horror, and sci-fi.

Give action adventure a little break.

[simon4242]

spotlighting the one positive comment and ignoring the negative......cheap i think he used lol ahh storm .......

[Stormtrooper1990]

spotlighting the one positive comment and ignoring the negative......cheap i think he used lol ahh storm .......

How's this for ignoring the negative.

I enjoyed writing my non-lethal stories, but I want to branch out. Do different genres, move on to do a little lethal work, but it will be based on horror and sci-fi keeping the balanced approach.

I want to be versatile, not be one singer one song

If you don't like that, then that's your opinion. I don't agree but it's still valid.

Sounds fair?

[simon4242]

your viewpoint is valid but as an ex-pro in the publishing world sadly your view is a bit limited and negates your obvious writing talent ...fair ? and you are hardly branching out as lethal was your foundation and it was only when a couple of us commented that non lethal stories would better showcase your talent that you changed however you have reverted to type .....