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Chapter 3

I was in the Other Place. Home sweet home. And I was minding my own business, mind you. I floated languidly and pleasurably, the fluid-like tendrils drifted around me, a part of me. Utter contentment, complete peace.

I had needed the break after doing the dirty work of one snooty magician. He had his nose turned to the air the entire time. I sighed. Ah, the tranquility. Unfortunately, it wouldn't last long.

I felt the familiar tug at my essence, signifying I was about to be summoned. I was seriously contemplating killing who had ever disturbed my rest. But really, when would I not? Let me tell you now, the magician that had the nerve to summon me, was going to come face-to-face with a very grumpy djinni!

I was summoned into a relatively small room. There were many people packed into the room, all staring in anticipation. I assumed a rather frightening form, a large sand storm that would form a menacing glare.

Immediately the fear swept through them. How delightful, I thought, as I glanced around the room, giving each person a proper stare. I jumped for joy; maybe I'd be able to make one pathetic sop piss their pants!

"WHO DARES TO SUMMON ME?" I roared, enjoying the nice echo my voice made in the room. "WHO DARES?"

I glanced around the room again and smirked as a "tough guy" inched close to the door, looking for an escaped out. I smirked in delight and continued my raging storm, the sand bouncing violently inside the pentacle, creating a loud whooshing sound.

"Rekhyt."

The sand dropped to the floor like dead weight. The howling wind disappeared, ceased. I knew that voice. I knew that voice, but it wasn't possible.

Now in the form of a desert cat with wide green eyes I stared ahead, looking straight at a dark-haired, dark-eyed boy. He was smiling at me, making his eyes sparkle. It was possible.

He had the same face, but he was different. The scar on his chin was gone. The gold jewelry and satin tunic was replaced with a baggy grey shirt and trousers that were slipping off his hips. I stared and stared and stared. Ptolemy.

I must've said it out loud because he nodded and said my name again. I had never thought I would ever hear his sweet voice ever say my name again.

"Rekhyt."

He began crawling towards me on his hands and knees. I was frozen. I didn't register the quiet murmurings of the people surrounding us in the little room. All I saw was him. Ptolemy. His eyes were filling with tears and I realized he was shaking.

"Rekhyt, I'm here." He spoke in Ancient Egyptian, just like always. He stroked my back with a small slender hand, his skin just as smooth as it had always been.

"How?" I asked quietly and morphed into another form. I tall human with long dark hair, tan skin and bright green feline eyes. With my large hands I touched his arms; his skin was paler than I remembered. As if he had spent too long inside.

"I don't know." He said to me and shuddered. This was Ptolemy, it had to be him. How else would he be speaking like this? But he was different, physically and mentally. The old Ptolemy was confident and calm. Now he was shivering in my arms. "It hurt, Rekhyt."

I felt anger swell in my as he flinched. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Who had done this? Who would bring some one back from the dead?

"It was warm and nice and then I was ripped away." He continued, looking at me. "It was like essence Rekhyt, my essence screamed and suddenly it was cold and wet. The air was stale. It hurt to breathe. It hurts to be here."

He gazed up at me and I lost myself in his dark eyes. Just like I used to. "Why would some one take me away? Why am I here?"

I chose not to answer him. I looked away, I couldn't answer him. I scowled and stood up, pulling him with me. He leaned all his weight on me, his knees were weak and he was exhausted.

I looked around the room again. I failed him last time. But not this time. I would protect him. "Which one of you brought him here?" I demanded angrily, this time in English as I glared at the occupants of the room.

Was it the big hefty man who had tried to flee once he saw me? Was it the young girl in the corner who looked ready to jump out the window? Or was it the man standing confidently, a grin on his face?

"I did." A woman with dark hair and red lips stepped forward. Her eyes were and unnatural blue.

"How could you?!" I snarled and rushed towards her, depositing Ptolemy safely on the floor. "Why'd you do it? How did you do it?"

I slammed her against the wall. I only vaguely heard Ptolemy's pleas for me too stop. But I was too far gone. My breaking point had burst. She gurgled as I held her neck and struggled.

"Get off her, bastard!" The smug man had approached me a hand on my wrist. "Let go of her." He demanded and pulled out a gun. I smirked and glanced at his badge. A police officer. I squeezed her throat tighter. Her eyes squeezed shut.

"That's it." The man was furious, pointing gun right at my head, cocked and ready to fire.

"Stop right now, Rekhyt!" Ptolemy shouted and every one turned to look at him. I let my grip on the woman's neck slacken and she slid to the floor gasping. The man crouched next to her; his gun was still pointed at me.

I turned around to face Ptolemy; his face was furious and flushed. Beautiful, I sighed but it came out as a sob. I felt the warm tears on my face.

"Oh, Rekhyt." Ptolemy said softly. He came forward and wrapped his arms around me, "She helped me, Rekhyt. I was in a bit of an, err, predicament."

I nodded mutely and tightened my grip on his waist. He was back. My Ptolemy was back.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" The woman panted out and coughed as she used the smug brunette man to lift herself off the floor. She glared at me.

"I'm sorry." Ptolemy said, but I knew she would not be able to understand him.

"Sorry." I said, scratching the back of my head sheepishly, "There was a bit of a misunderstanding."

"You didn't have to almost kill her!" The man yelled at me. He was furious. I scoffed at him. He must be her boyfriend. I hurriedly wiped away my tears.

The woman rubbed her neck, it was red. "I'm Corporal Maria Bryant." She said and held out her hand. I refused to shake it. She sighed and returned the hand to her side before nodding in the brunette's direction, "This is Officer Dustin Foxxe. The idiot."

I raised my eyebrows at her and this Dustin fellow as he grinned. Once the grin had left his face he glared back up at me.

"You're gonna find a place for the kid, I assume." Foxxe said snottily. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I'm a djinni, not a real estate agent." I smirked at him, showing a bit of a sharp canine. He blushed to the roots of his mouse brown hair and grumbled to himself, arms crossed. I let my smile grow broader.

"They'll be staying with me." Bryant said matter-of-factly as she examined her nails. She ripped off a hang nail and I gazed at the spot of blood it created. "I promised Ptolemy as place to stay. I always keep my word."

She gave a pointed gaze at the hefty man by the door. Foxxe's eyebrows had disappeared under his bangs. Must've also felt the tension in the air. Could slice it with a knife.

I turned back to Ptolemy who had gone silent. I mentally berated myself. He must feel so left in the dark, not knowing what was going. The words being spoken meaning nothing to him. I wanted to pet his hair, and I did. Stroking the smooth black locks. He shot his eyes in contentment and practically purred.

"He needs rest." I turned back to the police officers. "And better clothes." I said disdainfully.

It was Bryant's turn to blush. Her cheeks tinting pink. "It was the only thing we had at the time. Better than him being naked."

I stared in disbelief. What? What? WHAT?!

"He was naked when you found him." I stated blandly before releasing the beast. "Just what sort of predicament was he in when you found him?!"

"Predicament? He –", She stopped and sighed, removing her hand from her neck to rest her forehead in her palm. "Calm down. He's fine. That's what matters."

I huffed. Some one could've hurt him. He was defenseless in this place. "Have you checked him for injuries?" I demanded.

"Yes." Bryant said again, having the nerve to look me straight in the eyes. "And he's fine."

I let myself deflate. Ptolemy was resting his head against my shoulder, his breath coming in short puffs. I had missed him so much. "Can we go to your place now?" I asked her.

She seemed a bit dumbfounded. "Yah. We should do that, shouldn't me?" She said and flashed me a dazzling smile. Foxxe practically melted.

"I'll drive you." Foxxe said once he'd regained his composure.

"No need." Bryant said, fishing her keys from her purse. "I can drive well on my own, Officer Foxxe, you know that."

He huffed, crossing his arms, but complied. I cradled Ptolemy in my arms as I followed the dark haired woman. I had an arm hooked under his legs and one supporting his head. I smiled down at him.

"He's whipped." I whispered in Egyptian too myself as I thought of Foxxe.

"So are you." Ptolemy said shocking me and I turned red, having lost my composure for once. Only Ptolemy could do that to me.

He gave a yawn and stretched his arms and pulled himself up, though he was still secure in my arms. He wrapped his arms around my neck; his face was inches from mine.

I shivered pleasantly. I had missed this. I had missed him. I had missed Ptolemy so much.

"Are you gonna get in or what?" Bryant's voice alerted me. I was standing dumbly in front of the car. I stuttered a bit, caught off guard, before swinging open the door to the back seats.

I grumbled something like stubborn bitchy police officers and felt Ptolemy smile against my neck. I stroked his back, and felt him shiver pleasantly.

Oh Ptolemy. My Ptolemy. You're life is back. You've returned.