Sarah McLellan stared down at Bailey with contempt brimming her very being. This woman was absolutely insane. In that very moment Bailey feared for her life.

"Why are you getting your revenge on me?" Bailey asked through gritted teeth. "My mother is dead, has been for awhile."

"Your whore of a mother may have passed but as they say the apple does not fall far from the tree." Sarah smiled wickedly, practically feeling the anger radiating off of her. Bailey could tell that this insane bitch was enjoying every moment of this.

And all Bailey wanted to do was kick her teeth in. Why she couldn't remember her from back home was beyond her. She wondered if she couldn't remember one of her mother's ex-colleagues just how much more would she lose? Would she forget everything that she held dear back in her time? The thought alone caused tears to prick her eyes.

Bailey ground her teeth, willing the unwanted tears down, as she glared up at the insane woman in from of her. "You don't know my mother, you stupid twit. Nor do you know me."

Sarah threw her head back and laughed, circling around the young woman like she was a lion hunting its prey, before continuing on with her taunting. "Now, tell me, what would your mother think if she knew that her only daughter fell in love with an abusive, power-hungry bastard of a king from a time long past? Especially knowing full well that your actions could drastically change the future? Not to mention, if you displease the Pharaoh in any way, shape, or form that you could very well end up losing your life. Your mother was an historian was she not, hmm? She must be rolling in her grave right now."

Bailey closed her eyes, trying not to do something stupid and lash out at the one who held her life in the palms of her dirty hands. When she didn't answer she felt a sharp, stinging pain striking the left side of her face. It didn't take a scientist to figure out that Sarah had struck her.

"Answer me when I'm speaking to you!"

Her breathing ragged, Bailey refused to answer. Sarah could hit her all she wanted, she wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of seeing the effect that she had on her.

In her peripheral vision Bailey felt a little triumphant when she noticed a tick forming in Sarah's jaw.

"You know that I'm right. Your mother wouldn't be too thrilled if she found out, would she? Deny any feelings for the Pharaoh as much as you want. It changes nothing!"

"As I recall, you are the one who transported me here. So, if anything transpires in the future because of this, you are fully responsible for the fuck up."

Anger flared in the depths of the woman's dark blue eyes, however, it was gone in an instant when the ceiling rumbled. Dirt and rocks fell from it and Bailey couldn't help but take note of how an evil smirk formed on her dark coloured lips.

Quickly, Sarah reached into a hidden pocket of the dress she wore and pulled out a gold chain with half of a gold and blue jeweled scarab attached to the end of it and placed it into the lock hole of the cell that Bailey was in. Bailey barely had enough time to do anything as Sarah came in, roughly dragging her to her feet. Her body was weak, too weak to put up a proper fight, so to try and escape the grasp that Sarah had her was futile.

"We have guests, my precious Queen. I'm sure you would like to see your future husband would you not?" Sarah inquired gleefully, not caring for the well-being of the younger woman as she continued to haul her up the stairs. Bailey cried out in pain as her head viciously met with the underside of the jagged, low-lying limestone entrance to their hiding place.

Black spotted her vision, she blinked several times, trying to regain her vision but as she was thrown roughly onto the hot sand and rocks Bailey's vision blurred more.

Bailey gritted her teeth in an attempt to keep from crying out from the white hot agony she was currently feeling. She blinked a few times, fighting the darkness that was slowly closing in on her.

She heard his voice. She knew that he was there, but it sounded so distant, so unfamiliar to her. Her head felt heavy as she lifted it up from the ground to look at her soon-to-be-husband.

Bes' eyes looked upon her, his breath catching as the pain he saw in her seared him to his very soul. Anger swept through him like lion on a hunt for his next meal. He knew that Bailey was trying to cling on to what little consciousness she had, unfortunately, he knew that she wasn't going to win this battle.

He growled, the grip on the reins tightening to the point that the hard leather, as well as his finger nails, dug painfully into his palms. He did not care.

How dare this wench kidnap his bride for her own sick and twisted enjoyment.

His dark brown eyes glared daggers at the woman who he had thought he knew, realizing then and there that he knew nothing of her. Of Amun.

Bes' heart clenched at yet another painful betrayal. Just how many more were going to betray him?

His eyes traveled to Bailey who was now lying unconscious. Would she be the next one—-

No. He mentally shook his head. She would not. He may barely know anything about her but he knew she would never turn against him. She was not a betrayer.

He swallowed his anger as he saw Mahina staring at him with a smile plastered on her face. "What is it that you hope to achieve today?"

Mahina dropped her hands from her chest and slowly checked around Bes and the few men that came with him. They never took their eyes off each other as they completely encircled her before finally answering the Pharaoh's question.

"Why, my dear King, to have revenge on the woman who trapped me in this God forsaken place." Before Bes could question her on what Mahina had spoken she continued. "Before I say more let me introduce myself properly. My name is actually Sarah. Amun is my brother and his name is Johnathon. And you see, your majesty, I am from the same time period as your bride. As is Johnathon. And it's all because of her mother that we are stuck here."

"That is impossible! I have known you since we were children!"

Sarah scoffed; "Oh please. Don't think yourself so smart, Bes. You know that you are not. It was not hard to tamper with your memories or the memories of your court."

Bes shut his mouth. Could she be right?

He stared at her as she complained about this time and how her life was ruined by the accident that was caused by Bailey's mother. The accident in which she and her brother had been transported back in time.

His stomach churned. "If you transported Bailey here why couldn't you have transported yourself back to the time period which you are from?"

Sarah gave him a droll stare. "I needed to have the satisfaction of ruining her life first! I plan on leaving this place and leaving Bailey here to die. And to have the future that I've dreamed about. A future that I deserve!"

"I will not let you."

"See... this is where you are not so intelligent, Pharaoh. I've already made my move."

She pointedly looked down at Bailey as she pulled out a dagger. Without thinking Bes charged at her, jumping off his house in the process, his body collided with hers. Bes cried out as pain tore through his shoulder he quickly glanced over and his eyes widened. The dagger went right through.

He was surprised that a woman the size of Sarah had such strength as she flipped him over, her hand still gripping the hilt of the dagger. She laughed, twisting the blade. It felt as though that blade went further but knew that it was impossible to do so.

Bes groaned. Where the hell were his guards? He twisted his head slightly, finding they were frozen. Like the ice that came from the high mountains to the east. Beside them was Amun...no Jonathon...holding a strange device as he wore strange clothing over his face and body. The man said nothing to him but told Sarah that she could stop.

Bes felt the reluctance from the woman on top of him as she let go of him and the dagger that now protruded from his shoulder. Shakily, he sat up and looked at them with wide eyes.

"What... what did you do to them?"

Jonathon took off the equipment he wore. "It's called liquid nitrogen. A substance from our time. It freezes anything as soon as it touches. They are no longer with us."

"You are a monster!"

"We are not, actually. We are not the ones responsible for the deaths of your brother and younger sister."

"That was an accident!"