Her Heart, His Possession

Chapter 2: Blood and wasted trips.

Sam, as she learnt his name was, was the perfect tour guide. He was funny yet didn't try to rush her when she would get stuck staring at something that caught her eye. "So is this the first time you traveled outside of London?" His voice carried over the wind as they walked through town to a local dinner, she glanced up to his blue eyes and smiled. "Unfortunately yeah, my parents are quite overprotective of their only daughter. My dad didn't even want me to work, I ended up sneakily doing odd jobs to get my savings started. After graduating I finally found a job that payed well enough for me to finish my Egypt jar. " she heard him laugh at her jar and playfully smacked his arm. "Hey, if you want something it's a nice motivation to remind youself why you're saving in the first place!" Sam held up his hands in surrender when she started to pout, and burst out laughing again.

Alex rolled her eyes and flipped him the bird, her own lips curling into a smile at his amusement. "So what's next Mr. Tour guide?" she looked at him, with her black eyebrow arched, hand on hip. "I thought we could go to one of the clubs, the nightlife here is completely different from overseas. Night is when all the tourists come out, while the natives stay in. You could run into some very interesting people." Alex couldn't keep the grin of her face as they quickly ate dinner, some local stew with fresh bread. In London she didn't have much time to be a customer in a bar, always the one serving them. It would be a treat to be the one actually having the fun, not cleaning up after the fun.

The bright neon sigh flashed as they pulled up at the bar. Duat. What an odd name she thought to herself. She wondered if Sam would know what it means. They hurried inside and headed straight for the bar, ordering a beer for him and a glass of wine for her. "Hey do you know what Duat means? Is it a local name?" She shouted above the blaring music, holding her hand next to his ear. "It's the Ancient Egyptian Afterlife. The realm between the living and the dead." Sam made his voice whobble, trying to act creepy amd wiggling his eyebrows. The sight was too much for Alex and she went into a fit of giggles, leaving Sam glaring playfully at her. Grabbing his hand she called out, "Come on, let's go dance, see if you gan wiggle your hips as good as your eyebrows" he smacked at her arm amd grunted his agreement, trying to act offended.

Soon, after a few hours, her legs were killing her, and her lungs burning. She really wasn't used to the heat, even at night. Just as she was about to pull Sam back to the bar, a stong pair of hands grabbed hold of her hips. Looking over her shoulder she took in the man behind her, suppressing a shiver as she met his hard green eyes. "Now where are you going, princess? Here I thought we were ganna have a nice dance." his gravely voice sent fear through her and she tried to move away, only to feel his fingers bruise into her hips.

Sam finally caught on to what was happening and pulled her away from the man, shielding her behind him. " Look we dont want any trouble, me and my girlfriend were just about to leave, so if you would excuse us." While his voice sounded firm, Alex could see the worry and panic in his eyes. He quick tugged her away and off the dance floor. Looking over her shoulder she saw the man had dissappeared. But the hair on the back of her neck told her he was watching them. Moving closer to Sam they hurried out of the club. Duat suddenly seemed a very fitting name.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry I didn't notice sooner." The worry in Sam's voice broke through the fog in her mind. She glanced at him before looking back at the road, the loose pebbles suddenly seemed much more interesting. "Yeah I'm okay, just a bit rattled, the dude freaked me out." Alex shuddered as she remembered his hands on her.

Suddenly they heard shouts, turning around they noticed the same man from the club, along with two others, running towards them. Sam grabbed her hand and started to pull her with him, running as fast as they can. Unfortunately the three men were faster and soon caught up to them. One of them, a short stocky man, immediately jumped Sam, the men started exchanging blows with their fists. A fight that Sam seemed to be losing. A tall thin guy grapped Alex's arms, pinning them behind her back as the guy from the club walked to her with a sinister smile on his face. "Now now, you better behave. Or Eric there might just blow up your friends head." Alex looked at Sam in shock, only to see him clutching his stomach in pain after a hard kick, while the other guy, Eric, pointed a handgun to him. Looking back at the guy from the cub she winced away when she realized he was reaching towards her face. Gritting her teeth against the pain of his hand as he squeezed her jaw, she averted her eyes to Sam. Their eyes met and she saw determination in his eyes. "Don't worry sweetheart, we won't kill your lover boy, unless he does something stupid of course. Now be a good girl and show me your lovely eyes." slowly she allowed her blue eyes to meet his green ones. Swallowing the lump in her throat she tried once again to get her arms free, but only succeeded in twisting her shoulder, causing pain to shoot through her arm. The sudden slap took her by surprise, her head snapping to the side. She could taste blood from her busted lip. She heard Sam shout out just as his cold voice reached her ears. "It would do you good to stop stuggling. After all, there are other ways to make you cooperate."

Before she could really register his words, she saw Sam move. He tried to disarm Eric, making a grab for the gun. They fell to the street, both stuggling for dominance. Alex took advantage of the distraction of her captor and twisted her arms, managing to get loose. Just as she turned around to help Sam she heard the bang of the gun go off.

Everyone froze. Staring wide eyed as Alex clutched her stomach in pain. She looked down, seeing the blood pouring out between her fingers, tasting it flooding into her mouth. She tried to speak, only to cough up more blood as she collapsed to her knees, tears of agony streaming doen her face. She saw Sam shout out as the three men ran away, but she couldn't hear him, all she could hear was the blood rushing though her ears, all she could feel was the pain of the bullet wound. Sam helped her lie back in the road, putting pressure on top of her hands. She saw his lips moving but as darkness started creeping in she lost focus, his face just becoming a blur. The last thing she remembered was the flashing light signaling the ambulance arriving. But she new it was too late, she had lost too much blood.

Her eyes felt heavy as she gave up trying to keep them open. She felt Sam shake her, probably trying to get her to open her eyes, but she didn't care. She was tired. She welcomed the darkness, it eased the pain. The last thought she had was that she didn't even get to see the Pyramids of Giza yet. What a wasted trip.