Chapter Four

***~ Amunet Current Year, 2020 ~

~ Paris Opera House ~*

Shattered glass, scraped knees, quiet night. Amunet wasn’t sure what had gotten into her. Yet, here she was on a Sunday night breaking into the Palais Garnier Opera House. Her landing rough as she slipped scraping her knees with the glass. A low huff from her throat as she stood at the window she had fallen from. Moonlight shining down on her through the window opera house.

Amunet wore leather black combat boots. Followed by a somewhat leather material onesie. The zipper ran from her belly button and stopped at the middle of her breasts. Breasts somewhat revealed. A simple black cloth choker and her hair that usually dangled in front of her face was now being pulled back into a ponytail. The sleeves on the bodysuit didn’t cover her wrist but she wore gloves to protect her dainty fingers. Standing up to look at the opera house stricken with awe. A massive stadium with velvet red seats. A grand stage, and in the center a broken chandelier. Her foggy grey eyes staring intently into the broken glass. Her mind slowly slipping away to a time long before this one.

~ 1880 FlashBack ~

Amunet could see the opera house at a different time. The year now was 1880 and the show house just opened. The first opera just ended with a standing ovation. Massive crowds of small people filled the grand hall. Everyone exiting the grand staircase, while others still gathered around the stage.

Wine glasses clanked together and loud mumbles hit the room. While one man slowly stumbles to the center of the staircase another man fades into the darkness. The phantom of the opera vanishes to a hidden fortress. The man in the center begins to stir. Getting everyone’s attention with his drunken slurs. A white marble staircase with crystal floors. Now tainted with a deeply bloody red like the wine they adored. In this vision, the man spoke more jibberish before his eyes rolled back and he was dead on the floor. Screams erupted, eyes wide with panic as they hurried out the doors. However, one woman simply stood in the middle of the chaos unfazed and unbothered.

She held the appearance as Amunet. As if they were identical sisters. The only difference was this female had these beautiful light purple pastel eyes. Her entire eyeball was this color too. Including her sclera. In her right hand, she was holding a black victorian mask by the stick at the end. It covered her nose and skin around the eyes. Hiding her freckles. She also had these strange markings on her face. Like native markings or tribe tattoos.

Her lips had the same wine color lipstick on as Amunet did now. The color of their lips matching the bloodstains on the marble staircase. The two of them the only women with dark skin and red lips and somehow unseen from everyone.

The woman wore a black dress and red shoes. Who was she? A reincarnation?

The first part of her black dress looked more like a gothic victorian jacket. Long sleeve black silklike material. One single button by her belly button to keep the jacket together. Looking like a very lowcut vest. It then slowly grew out from the waist down like a wedding dress. Only there was a slit from the button down. Revealing her neck, chest, stomach, everything but her belly button.

Under the dress-like jacket seemed to be a black lace and sheer dress that stopped right above her thighs revealing her legs. The dress covered her neck like a collar down past her arse. Only a small part of her chest and stomach revealed through the sheer. The outfit finished off with red lace ankle heel boots.

The mask she was holding was held by dainty fingers covered in red gloves. Amunet saw what seemed like a simple gold owl bracelet. The bracelet running down her arm as the girl went to reach for her mask. Revealing her face..

That’s when Amunet was brought back to reality by a manager. Unable to recap the rest of the images she saw from last night.

***~ Amunet, Current Year, 2021 ~

~ Paris Resturant ~***

“Go tend to table five.” Her overweight mess of a pig manager spoke in a low grunt. Looking down at her shirt. Upset when he noticed her breast were covered. “NOW!” Shoving menus in her hand and slapping her ass on the way. Amunet gritting her teeth. The only reason why she took this job was to maintain the small apartment that was more like a hut she had. She only came here because of her odd dreams and now that she found and saw the opera house she dreamt of so much she had no idea what to do next.

One thing was certain. She would gather the tips from tonight and vanish from this place.

Her hair a long tangled mess of long curls. Thrown into a loose bun with strands falling from the back of her neck and sides of her face. A long sleeve black shirt covered her breasts but still revealed the curves. High-waisted blue jeans and black and white high tops. She approached the table fully covered unlike the other girls never once looking up at the men at the table.

“How can I help you today gentlemen?”

~ Montai ~

“Brother Montai, these girls have no respect for themselves. Are you sure she’s here?” The four men sat in a booth in the corner of the restaurant. All wide-eyed with surprise. Only to be diluted quickly in disgust. The women around them wore shorts that revealed their ass cheeks. Shirts that revealed their breast. Each waitress that passed them by would smile. Pretending to drop something so they could bend down and pick it up slowly. Every single woman is far from the definition of class from the woman that lived on the Nakuru lands.

Montai, Boa, Nile, & Mohe. A rare collection of attractive men sitting next to one another. All with the same solid foggy grey eye color. Montai the tallest at his seven feet.

Boa, came in at a height of six feet five inches. He was native but he held an appearance that was almost pirate-like. Dark brown shoulder-length hair. Barely passing his shoulder with a few braided strands in the front that held wooden-like beads at the end. A light grey bandanna wrapped around the top of his head. Heavy perfect-shaped eyebrows. He had a goatee. A simple one. A small patch under the bottom of his lip that ran thick at the bottom of his chin. Thick neck. With a slick lean tone to his body. Less bulky than the other two but still strong. Same tattoo on the right side of his pec and arm.

Mohe, was six feet seven inches. Same strong brute-like build as Montai. Same facial features, the only difference was his nose was a little shorter. Short tousled tar-black hair. A tribal tattoo to match Montai’s on the right side of his pec and arm. Boa also had a scar on his face running down his right eye. Three diagonal slashes that looked like they would be from the claws of a tiger.

Nile, the same height as Boa. His hair is like Montai’s. He wore a light grey headband over his forehead. Pulling all his hair over so the bandanna was hidden everywhere else. Though they were all the same age he seemed to look the youngest out of them all. He had a thick neck and broad shoulders. Heavy muscle in his arms, chest, even stomach. More tone than Boa but not as bulky as the other two. His hands and feet however were mighty. Huge monkey-like paw hands. Easily able to choke or even break a man’s neck with just one hand.

All have them had a bright warming smile with ravenous k-9 teeth. Their veins pulsing under the skin. Revealing themselves in such a defined way along their neck, arms, and hands. Their foggy grey eye colors burning brightly under the restaurant’s light.

Montai simply smirked at his Brother’s comment. Nodding his head towards the bar where a beautifully clothed woman was walking their way.

“That’s her. Fully clothed, natural beauty, she even wears the bracelet.” Montai’s voice fell into a whisper before going completely silent as Amunet approached the table. Her voice was sweet and soft as she spoke. She asked how she could help them and you could see the hint of irritation flood her face when no one responded. All eyes on her, men silent at the table.

“Look if you want one of the bimbo waitresses with her ass out I can call one over. She can smile, flirt, sit on your lap and I’ll split the tip with her. Either that or order something. But don’t just fucking stare at me like I’m one of these ditzy little females. So what will it be?” Amunet huffed as she placed her notepad and pen in one hand. Popping her hip out and crossing her arms over her chest in annoyance.

Mohe smiled, crossing his arms and leaning back into the booth. “Oh, I like her, she's..” Mohe stopped clearing his throat and looking down at his menu when he heard the low growl rumbling in Montai’s chest. As the other brothers followed in pursuit Montai turned his attention to the woman in front of you. Clearing his throat as he spoke to her in a clear soothing tone.

“My apologies. You have to forgive us. We come from a place where women hide most of their assets. Your beauty and the elegance you hold in a place like this threw us off.” Montai watched as the girl’s frame relaxed. Her arms unfolding and a small very faint smile on her face. Her name tag revealed the name Amunet. A knot in his throat as he caught her scent looking down at the bracelet she wore. So it is her even with a different name. It’s her. He thought to himself.

“May I ask you where you got that bracelet?” Montai remembered the valuable piece from long ago and could only hope that she held some faint memory. Without thinking his arms reached out to her. Amunet’s body reacted like a magnet. Sending her jolting towards the table giving it a shake. Her wrist fell into his hand with ease. His left hand caught her by the waist so she wouldn’t fall. Helping her regain her balance pulling away from her slowly. His fingertips grazed her fingers as he pulled away.

Amunet had no idea what the fuck just happened. She felt a strong pull towards the bulkiest man from the group. It was like a thread wrapped around her wrist and tugged her towards the strange man. The way he spoke, how he questioned her about the bracelet. She gasped, sucking in a breath when his fingertips grazed her skin. A flush sense of heat running through every inch of her body. It caused the sex between her legs to grow wet and she let out a soft moan. Almost in a hypnotized bliss state. It wasn’t until she heard what she thought was a growl and saw the man brush past her in a rush that she snapped out of her daze.

Looking at the other three men who sat concerned in the booth. She whispered a soft apology before gathering herself and quickly heading to the back of the restaurant. Embarrassed and confused.