Date: Mon, 1 Aug 2005 21:38:39 -0700 (PDT) From: Sean ORiley Subject: Vampire-High Priest CHAPTER 1: THE SUMMONS I was in a board meeting; my father's cronies were discussing a yet another hostile takeover. I tried my best to pay attention to what the bald guy was saying. What was his name, Robert, Ronan or something? I could never remember their names. His voice was so soporific, in spite of my best efforts to not doze of but lethargy was threatening my consciousness. Actually I was able to progressively extend the time I was able to stay focused since I started attending these dreadful meetings. I tried thinking of something else so that I could actually stay awake if not hear what was being said. I thought of the day my father died in a car crash, I used to be so carefree even if I was married and had a son. My wife was not much more than a trophy wife; our marriage was nothing more than a strategic deal between my father and hers. We both knew this and agreed to stay clear of each other's business. I was twenty-five, had my fathers vast fortune and title. I could ask nothing more of life that's why all hell broke lose when my father died. My father death left me the burdens of taking care of his business empire, I had to battle with his best friends and enemies in life to hold onto my inheritance. My life changed from a carefree party animal to a pretentious backstabbing penny-pinching executive over night. My life was no longer in my control, every minute of my day was pre planned, I had to have a fake smile plastered over my face, attend boring luncheons and make conversations with self-important snobs. The meeting had almost come to its end when I jerked back to reality and I said what I had to say and sent my colleagues away with quick farewells. When all had left I stood gazing at the world around me from the 50th floor conference room, men and women working day after day in tiny cubicles making living, but to what end? They were no better than those sci-fi drones, working monotonously knowing no concept of fun or happiness. Yes they had sex, but how many of these actually felt every cell in their body vibrate in bliss with orgasm that lasts even long after their bodies were spent. How many of these had sex, expressing their true feelings without their insecurities? How many for these actually thought sex was divine and not a sin. So much life and vitality was being wasted in the name of propriety and I was now a part of it, even if unwilling. I would do anything to let go, break the shackles holding me down; I was too weak myself to do that. Something in me fought to bind me to this bland way of living, I guess I felt in control, safe trying to rationalize everything. My will to break free lost against my own sense of propriety and responsibility. I was raised to be this way, I was very rebellious in the way that I partied and tried every vice known to man, I thought by being rebellious I was actually setting myself free. But in fact I was trading one prison for another. I was still following some one else's idea of being free. I don't know for how long I was lost in my thoughts, it was night already and I broke from my reverie when I felt a jolt of pain in my head. It was nothing like I had ever experienced before I saw images, images of strange places and people. Image of a man calling me, it was compelling. I felt drawn to this man, every inch of my body desired to be with this man. He was naked about 5' 10" his body was some where between that of a body builder and an acrobat, the jewels on his body seemed to accentuate his exotic beauty, if it was even possible for him to be more beautiful than he already was, he seemed to be the very model on which the definition of beauty is based on. His blood red eyes, his jet-black curly hair cascading gently onto his shoulders, his powerful jaw and slender nose gave his face an aura of power. He was a person all obeyed and his personality one to be reckoned with, his nakedness almost flaunting, his manhood nestled on his scrotum displayed as proudly as a crown jewel. His whole body held a magnetism even the most straight of men would not be able to resist. I felt my dick hardening forming a tent in my boxers at the very sight of this man. Finally the grip on my body seemed to have been released but I was left with a sense of loss, a strong desire to pursue this apparition my mind conjured and a hard on. I felt my mouth utter a single word, Miu-Oa reverently; somehow I knew this was the name of the man. I felt the need to be with this man, to serve him, to please him. I was confused, excited and scared even. I retired to my home soon after, driving always soothed my nerves but it didn't help today. Sleep evaded me this night, I kept going over what I saw, mouthing his name Miu-Oa over and over until finally sleep took me in the wee hours before dawn. I dreamt of a temple ancient Egyptian statues were all around me; it was dark and sweet incenses coming from unknown source filled by nostrils. The whole place was eerily silent. Sitting on a giant throne I saw the same man, I bowed and called out in a alien language "Greetings Senworset (my lord), High Priest Miu-Oa (the great male cat), beloved to the King of Gods Osiris, Greetings. I, Johan present myself in your service." My body acted instinctively, I felt as a spectator in my own mind even as my body and mind acted. "Rise mine faithful" the man on the throne called out in a booming voice in the same archaic language, but I understood it as if it was second nature to me. "You are indeed the descendent of my most favored disciple KhenemetMiu-Oa (one who is joined with Miu-Oa). I am saddened to inform thee that you and your son are the only ones left of my faithful that survives. Come to me mery (beloved) and take your rightful title of KhenemetMiu-Oa." I woke with a start with the awful sound of my alarm; also I now knew the location of the place I needed to be. It was so weird, for a while I debated if I was still dreaming or was I stuck in a freaky science fiction movie? All of these thoughts and my confusion were overridden by a strange need to leave immediately, to stand in the presence of this dream guy. I cancelled my appointments for the day and booked air tickets to Gizeh, Egypt by myself unwilling to trust my staff. I left that night, boarding my plane to Egypt at the Dallas Fort Worth airport. It was unbelievable I was acting on some dream, leaving everything behind. Was it that all these dreams I was having, reflected my need to somehow get away from my present situation? I didn't know. God I was so confused and lost, but I continued on irrespective of my doubts and fears. We landed in Cairo just before sunset the next day, I quickly checked into hotel Sheraton and settled in. That feeling of anxiousness to be somewhere was redoubled in me; any doubts as to my actions vanished instantaneously. I was just left with a singular purpose to see Senworset Miu-Oa. Not even refreshing myself, I rented a car and drove towards Gizeh. I didn't have map, but all the directions I needed were imprinted on my mind. After hours of driving I reached my destination. I hadn't cared about my hunger, thirst or any for my weariness. Nothing mattered anymore, only Senworset Miu-Oa. The campsite near the mastaba seemed deserted; I entered the tomb just like in the dream the same sights greeted me. The meeting between Miu-Oa and me was a reenactment of my dream. He hugged me with deep love as if two lovers were meeting after an eternity. Finally all the weariness of my grueling travel caught up to me and I collapsed in his arms. I awoke to see Miu-Oa running his fingers in my hair and my head cradled in his lap, he smiled at me. I felt joy at such a simple yet so intimate a gesture. My stomach rumbled with hunger, I scavenged the campsite and ate whatever I could find. Now that I had eaten I felt well rested and my hunger was sated and my mind was reeling with so many questions. I didn't know if I should approach him without him summoning me and ask my questions. Ending my internal turmoil he called me. "Johan, mine faithful, there are is much you should know about me and I about you. Come here." He was sitting on his throne; I approached him with the slightest bit of apprehension, more out of the ignorance as to what was going to happen than the man who was beckoning me to come to him. He indicated that I should sit on his lap and I did. He caressed my face with the back of his hand; it felt so good I didn't want the moment to ever end. I could feel his wet tongue licking my neck, nibbling on my skin. I closed my eyes savoring the sensations that he was producing in me; I could feel him hard on my thigh. I felt the slightest bit of pain when his fangs broke my skin. I was too far-gone in the throes of ecstasy to feel surprised or scared, I never felt so safe or happy in my life. I relived my life in my mind as my blood flowed into him. Soon it was over, just like that. It was a disorienting experience, what with the blood loss and going through a lifetime of memories so fast and trying to comprehend what had just happened to me. However he did not give me much of a chance to dwell on my thoughts, he bit on his tongue and kissed me full on my mouth. His thick hot viscous blood flowed on my tongue, it was a little salty; I sucked on his bleeding tongue and closed my eyes once again. This time I saw memories alien to me thoughts and deeds done in the ancient past suffused my brain. So many memories, so much information was passed onto me in that bloody kiss. He ended the kiss as I looked into his eyes with a look of understanding, love and passion that was timeless. I knew him like I had known him all long. I knew this man was now the center of my life and he would be my past present and future. That I would love him till the end of my time and do the foulest deeds if need be just to please him. I also knew he loved me like he loved none other and that I was his mery (beloved). After the bloody ritual I sat on his lap, my fingers caressing his firm pectorals and abdomen. He was aroused and so was I, he let me fondle his cock, but he didn't allow me to bring him to orgasm. I was disappointed. He said, "Johan mery tis not time yet, we shall be joined in both body and soul soon. On a night of full moon I shall make love to you and you shall rightfully become KhenemetMiu-Oa. But until then we must abstain, I shall call upon the benediction of Senworset Osiris on the night of our mating. We will have the lord of the underworlds blessing and protection." I just nodded my head, but I could not help but feel disappointed. Seeing the look on my face he just smiled and kissed me. I did not let him go for a long time keeping our lips locked, until I felt breathless. "Come now!" he said "There is much to do Johan, my love. Take me back to the world of the people for I have spent enough time in solitude mourning the death of Tutankhamen. I want to love again and be loved; even if it might bring pain eventually, such is the nature of love." He sealed the tomb and burnt the campsite and the dead bodies within to ashes. I drove in the dark of night to the city of Cairo. The awestruck look on his face when he saw my car in action was hilarious. He looked back at the great pyramids of the Gizeh one last time. Silently mourning the death of the pharaohs and their great civilization. His sorrow was soon turned into wonder and excitement as we entered the city. He was amused to look at the people dressed in strange clothing, speaking a language that sounded like gibberish to him. I had covered him up, hiding his body and the jewelery with my overcoat; he not very pleased with concealing himself. I however prevailed; we entered into the hotel. The desk clerk gave a distasteful look to my companion. Miu-Oa however stared him down with his steely expression, to the discomfort of the clerk. For a moment I felt tense that he might pounce on him, I could hardly suppress a smile at the clerk's expression. Our ride in the elevator to my floor and subsequently into my room was uneventful. I rested my head on his chest and slept as the first rays of dawn crept into the room. ******* It was not that Ra's (sun's) rays would burn me to ashes; they just made my eyes uncomfortable and would give me severe sunburn upon prolonged exposure. I was a perfect vampire, born and not turned. My abilities were unsurpassed by any vampire living, now that I could not sense the patriarchs of the Greek, Jewish, Indian and African civilizations. They were either dead or in a deep state of stasis like I was less than a week back. I could burn anything that is living or dead to ashes by a mere thought. My physical strength is ten times greater than the strongest mortal that ever walked upon the face of the earth. My abilities of mind control, persuasion and possession were unparalleled. I held a most beautiful man in my hands and he would soon be my mate. I did not expect a pale-faced man to be one of my faithful, his soft blue eyes were none like I had seen before and his golden blond hair gave him an angelic appearance. He seemed so weary not only physically but mentally as well, it was as if he was tired of life and seemed lost. His personality reminded me of Tut, their souls were so much alike. His soft blue eyes radiated kindness and love. Life had not been so bright and joyful since I lost my beloved Tutankhamen. I will give Johan a bloody kiss every week hence to sustain his beauty and vitality until such time when he is ready to join the priesthood to the lord of underworld, Osiris. This new world was so much different from mine; I could not help but question my decision to reenter the world. But then, would there ever be a good time to come back into the mortal world and then there was Johan? There was a lot for me to catch up on, to bridge the gap between my knowledge of the present and past. For better or worse I am here now, I might as well enjoy it. I'll have to soak up the knowledge necessary to function in this world as quickly as possible, both in the ways of mortals and vampires It would be stupidity to try to learn all the history of mortals and vampires though. I would have to glean this history the ordinary way, as the need arises. The life of a vampire is both a boon and a curse. Of course I never had a choice as to become a Vampire, since I was born to it. Vampires are as much a race as the humans we evolved just like them. Like the Cro-Magnon man, Zinjanthropus, Australopithecus or Ramapithecus, we as a species evolved from Lamiapithecus. Our diet was essentially blood and living flesh. We did not always prey upon the humans, but humans were the best meals. Our eternal life was as much a result of the living blood as the death of the victim. That did not actually mean we had to kill every victim, but it was necessary for us to do it every once in a while to sustain our powers and a state of halted growth. An ancient magic allowed us to live forever and hold our bodies in permanent stasis without ageing. But as we evolved the need to procreate became less and less necessary and rare. As we grew into our powers we could not procreate as ordinary humans but we discovered we could transform human into Vampire, but there powers paled by comparison to our own. Vampire births occurred one in millions, even when conception was attempted which was a rarity in itself. My father the High Priest before me mated with a fledgling vampire, she had retained enough of her humanity when I was conceived. She also happened to be the pharaoh's sister. When the pharaoh discovered them, he had my parents executed but he let me live. I did not particularly feel angry when I discovered about it, the pharaoh had treated me like one of his own. I grew up like a prince until I was consecrated and installed to be the High Priest of Osiris. I decided to hold my body in permanent stasis and stop my body from aging any further when I fell in love with Tut. The pharaoh's son absolutely adored the way I looked. We grew up together and I am not sure when our feelings of friendship turned into love. Tut was one of a kind, he was older than me but I always felt like the mature one. Tut's innocence and honesty were refreshing when compared to the cunning of the courtiers. His love towards me was like an elixir. When so many fought for my affections, trying to shower their bland love on me with motives that were twisted and perverted, he offered me pure unadulterated love. I loved him just as much, more than life itself. The political turmoil resulted due to King Akhenaton's forming a new religion, shifting the capital and turning hostile toward the priests of Amun resulted in the Kings and eventually his families' murder. Tut died so young and with him our love died. For some time I kept my will to live by avenging his assassins, but that phase quickly ended. I was left with no purpose to live I was a hollow shell. I thought I would embrace death willingly and surrender myself completely to Osiris. But to allow death, either through action or inaction to consume me without a fight, would be a sin. I would have to fight death in every way with everything I have until I can prevail no more. Only then would my lord have me. I could not take my own life, lest my lord Osiris would abandon me as well. But I no longer wished to live. My brother priests no longer able to see my soul and body spiraling into attrition drained my blood until just a pint of blood remained in my heart and I entered a state of hibernation, which might never end. Along the years many tomb raiders died trying to desecrate my tomb until the pale archeologist turned up.