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04 February 2009 @ 12:16 am
people of the sand  
people of the sand

There's something hunting in the tombs of Egypt and Helen wants to bring it home. The others aren't so sure that this is a good idea!

Read this online at : sanctuaryfiction.net  |  fanfiction.net
or - download the updated and edited pdf file (recommended)

by:  ellymelly
Rated: M
Fandom: Sanctuary
Category: action/adventure
Warnings: scary sand people, elements of horror.
Spoilers: Not really - but it's based on the webisode characters


| Hunting | Brilliant | Footprints | Tight | Tag and Bag | Chaos and Sand | Travelmate | Magnus | Legacy | Buried in Glass Cabinets | The Beginning of Helen Magnus | Changing Skins | Bits and Pieces | Stalked | History Creeping | Whispers of the Tombs | Interview with a Vampire | Roaming Free | Beneath the Streets | Ancient History | Confessions of Murder | Friends for Life


Will did as he was told and ducked as a bullet ripped over his head. He slammed his eyes shut and brought his hands over his face as he hit the ground, surprised to find himself alive.

Helen’s shot hit the stone wall in a shower of sparks, missing the camouflaged creature by inches. She swore as the bullet made a return trip, flying past her right ear before she could tilt her head away and then continued on to embed itself in a pottery urn behind.

The room moved at once.

“Get up!” she yelled at Will, as every surface shifted.

Will uncovered his eyes and saw a clawed hand skim over his skin before disappearing into the sand with a rush of air. He yelped and fumbled for the gun he’d dropped, picking it up backwards.

“Arse off the ground right now,” Helen screamed, as a blur of movement headed in Will’s direction. He rolled when Helen took a shot at the ground, both of them shielding themselves as it bounced off the floor and headed toward the roof.

Ashley condensed herself into a tight ball as the stray bullet made a close pass. That horrible sound had returned to the room, the one that sounded like sandpaper on wood. They were all moving now, more than before. She had listened to the creatures slip into the room for hours in the darkness as she hung on the rope, hovering out of their reach. The ‘People of the Sand’ the books had called them, but these were neither people nor sand. They were far more dangerous.

“Heads up mum!” Ashley called, as one of the sand people launched themselves from a nearby pillar.

You could see them better in the air.