Immortal love (Origins)

It's 9:30pm. I'm bored, so I've decided to write. I haven't done this in a long time, writing I mean. It's been thousands of years since I began this journey of existential non existence, living or rather watching people live and die like my life is paused. People may think I'm cold, (technically I am colder than average, but we aren't talking about my body temperature here are we), I've lost too many people I care about, watched too many people suffer and seen first hand how ingenious humans have become at prolonging pain and suffering at the same time becoming more skilled and creative in the art of taking life. I've had to walk alone for such a long time, I doubt I can stand the thought of watching another person I care about whither and expire. Nothing excites me anymore, nothing gives me a thrill, not even the stalking and hunt before feeding (I've been off human blood for the last century and half, kind of like I'm on going vegan.. only for vampires). I'm one of the oldest of my kind, in the begining it was fun messing with you guys and making you believe we were gods, at the time it made everything easier from feeding to getting laid but as will all things that have to do with a very very long time, boredom creeps in and the thirst for a new adventure sets in. Ways to stage a godly disappearance gets harder than walking into fire or levitation off a mountain or simply just walking into the sea in a storm. There are a lot misconceptions about us I feel obligated to clear up first. We told or rather planted stories over time to enable us do whatever we liked. Let me start with the oldest and most common misconception. We don't turn people to vampires by just biting them or drinking their blood. When we bite them we release a serum into them easing blood flow and speeding up the heart, that's why it's pretty easy to drain a human once we bite. We need to bring you the brink and then give you our blood ( just a few drops) this is enough to power your heart and infuse you with our thicker more viscous and darker blood. So why the story about bites changing a person you ask? Do you know an easier way to get the deer to go to the Panther? It came from a time when humans sought to be more! Their insatiable quest to go above and beyond the limits their frail mortality holds them to. Their need for power and longevity. Heck we couldn't feed off you guys this long without having taken over the population of that was the case. Then there's the topic of being undead. Really? Why do people say kill a vampire? Would people have thought about steaks through a dead heart or holy water could kill a vampire.. (scratch the holy water, it doesn't kill us it just causes a lot of discomfort making us slow down enough to almost make it a fair fight). Would we actually need sustenance and nourishment if we were dead? Even zombies aren't dead (I'll fill you in about them later, probably when I'm in a good mood). The turning process doesn't kill you, (I mean it could, if your body rejects what's going on inside, this happens now and then) it brings you close to death. Think of it like getting beaten to a pulp and you are walking into the white light and you find you are chained to something stopping you from going further or too far back, that is the point of turning. Your heart still works but it's slowed down ... A lot. Ever wondered how the body would react if it needed less oxygen or none at all, your body would become more capable of super human feats, it would be stronger, faster your senses wouldn't dull or fade .. sleep would become less necessary... Oh yeah, sleep... Another one of our stories we really don't need to sleep unless you're a pretty young vampire tying to adapt to this new existence, or you've been turned by a bloodline so dilute you can't even walk in the day ( that's right, we walk in daylight, one of could be standing right next to you at this very moment). So many things I want to tell you guys so little time. Once in a while we do sleep, by choice, so we wake and things look new and different, a means to cure the acute boredom albeit temporarily. I'm thinking of taking a nap myself. But then it would be interesting to see all the havoc my erstwhile brother would wreck when he awakens. He's been asleep for 200 years. Charles, I have very fond memories of him. We were born quadruplets in ancient Egypt millennia ago, he was the runt, the youngest of us and the smallest. Maybe he feels he need to show us he's capable, or prove that he can be better than the rest of us, this makes him rash at times but definitely more brutal and sometimes scary. sometimes I wonder if we hadn't become who or what we are, what he'd be like, he may have been frail, maybe even nerdy, oh well, we will never know. We were kings for a time, then gods. I believe we numbered close to 2000 at the end of the eygptian pantheon. At the time, Charles took on the name Serket, he later chose to be known and addressed as Set. Our parents would anguish at his love of violence and c*****e. He absolutely relishes it. He is very good at it too, often maiming his sparing partners and eventual turning them. He and his faithful legion are largely responsible for the boom in our numbers and I'd say are responsible for the rumors and legends of our blood l**t. Then there's good old Dad, originally Atum was the name he went by, then he tired and chose to reinvent himself as the sun god Ra. He had a very clever set up using highly polished brass, bronze silver and gold plates pitched at just the right angles to completely illuminate him giving him that divine aura (funny how everyone thinks that's what divinity looks like till now, way to go dad). Mum and dad are the originals, the true firsts, they made us, sometimes I think through sheer will and love, sometimes I think it was just survival evolution at work... or play. I was 18 years old, I remember it like it was just yesterday, my oldest brother caught a disease, what we now know as typhoid, next thing you know, the entire family was burning up, some say we had done wrong and the gods of the land were punishing us. A shaman came and announced publicly that we had to be excommunicated and expelled from Memphis, if not the gods would visit their wrath on the entire city. The next day two more families were infected. The city wasted no time expelling us after that. We were cast out without food or water, left to die alone in the desert. I recall the anguish in my mother's wails, my father's stoic stance as he battled to look strong and unphased in the face of a killing fever. Our older brother Usir later to be known as Osiris was at deaths door. On the third night the desert was still. Everyone of us had nothing left, we had walked till our strength was eaten up by the fever, body mass had witled away. We lay prone on the desert floor, together. Then I heard it, we all did. I thought it was some desert creature coming to feast on our withering bodies like in the stories we were told to keep us from being naughty, I was scared but helpess to weak to run, too weak to even make a sound. The sounds got more audible and discernable, it wasn't the sound of some desert beast it was a mix of footsteps and a whooshing sound with every foot fall. what was coming was definitely two legged. In my haze I realized we were suddenly enveloped in thick fog, it was cold, eerie. Next was a voice, "you poor poor souls" that voice was ... Haunting. A whisper but it felt like it was in my head, or my soul. Loud but you know no one who isn't supposed to hear it can, shaky like an old man's voice but with a force and virility unmistakably youthful. I remember waking again and we were in a dark cold place, nothing but a dank smell and something else I couldn't quite make out at the time. I was covered in something dry but not too hard. He seemed to sense my conciouness or so I thought and he said do not be afraid. Easy to say, I was petrified. He said "you and your family are on the brink of crossing and I am here to usher you across". Then I heard my father's voice weak, but still deep and lustrous. He yelled "no, I won't let you" and just like that I heard a flutter of wings and piercing shreiks, suddenly I was overed by several small animals, bats! Scratching and clawing at my face. Then a light someone lit a fire. I saw a spectre of a man. The glowing flame was in the palm of his hands, the bats receded then I saw my father clutching at his neck. Crimson red poured out between his fingers, my brother moaned faintly. Father fell to his knees and the spectre spoke "the first of you is ready, I shall wait for the rest of you". Everything faded into darkness and I lost conciouness. I heard words faintly. A low growl. The spectre? No he spoke without speaking, this was clearly audible. I managed to open my eyes there they were clear as day, the spectre in my father's clutches, he isn't dead. Father had him backed into a corner his unreal ethereal voice was afraid. "It's not possible" he screamed in my head " you can't!" My father spoke his voice was no longer deep and lustrous, it was a menacing growl, feral and guteral "I won't let you have them!" Next thing I knew my father dove into the spectres neck, biting. The spectre struggled but my fathers grip was strong, he held it down and kept his face in its neck. When he finally let go, he let out a harsh cry, almost a ghoulish shriek, the spectre lay still then faded. My father was surrounded by bats, hundreds or thousands of them. Not attacking just encircling then he fell to his knees spent. I wanted to reach out to him help him, but I couldn't move. Then he was by my mother. A heard the faint gasp of her voice. He was in her neck. After a while she was still, my father seemed more in control of himself after that, he looked at her he began crying, sobbing like a baby forced from it's mother's tit. He became desperate and began clawing at his hand, then he bit into it and drew blood, spray, not crimson, much darker he put it to her mouth. He was trying to give her back the blood he had taken from her in his uncontrollable state of pure feral energy. He stopped held her and cried. I faded out, pained my father had just killed my mother, what happened to my father? How could he kill my her, he loved her fiercely and passionately. I woke, memory returned with a vengeance, I sat up. Then it hit me. I could barely move my eyes a while ago, and here I am bolt upright and very very hungry. Father comes over to me and says " you must eat". His voice was so loud. I felt strength unlike I've ever felt. "Come with me my children", mother said, I was confused there was so much noise. My siblings and I moved with her further into the dark cave, it was strange how I could see even though it was dark. The strangest part was I heard everything. We weren't alone, I could sense them, no, I could hear them, hearts beating, breathing whimpering. Then I saw them. Ten people tied on the bare ground. "Eat, my children" it was my mothers voice. I already had a devastating urge to pounce on them. As if I wasn't in control of my body, I was at the side of one of the bodies. All I remember after that was looking down at the blood stained lifeless corpse before me, Drained totally of blood. I felt horror and dread creep up as I tried to scramble away from the body.. suddenly every one was so far away. "Be still" father's voice boomed, the bats were behind him. it was as if they were waiting for him to give them orders. " I need to teach you what I know about us so far" and we began seven days of rigorous drilling. I found we were fast, and strong, we coul limb easily and could gradually extend our nails to claw like extremes. The bats were like kindred spirits sometimes we were able to will them to our bidding, other times it wasn't so easy. we also learned about stealth and how to embrace and fade into shadow (this came in handy several times over the years and eventually led to the formation of the ninja clan). During this period of training our parents kept the blood supply fresh, leaving our cave regularly to hunt. We grew more adept at keeping our movements concealed as the days went by and our telepathic ability was of immense value. We learnt how to coordinate attacks and work as a team (no mean feat for quadruplets). The last few days of our training, our parents brought us 15 prey, and set them free to roam our cave in hopes of escape, at night when I heard the desert owl hoot, our parents let us hunt, our goal was to feed, theirs to survive and our parents; to make sure we were able and capable of being able to survive together. we succeeded in capturing all 15 humans at the end of the second day. We felt ready for anything. Then mother informed us of our new session, we would individually have to hunt three humans and she was going to arm them with clubs after scaring them and letting them know their life is on the line if they get caught. As added incentive she had already told them that anyone who could escape or kill their one of us would be allowed to go home free. Charles relished his hunt, picking them off one after the other draining them totally and dismembering them, maybe he was showing off or maybe he really feels he was something to prove (still can't figure him out). Usir, was clinical, efficient, not a sound was made while he picked them off one after the other. Emerging from the shadows like a Ghost and taking his victim back, didn't take him seconds. Mine wasnt so smooth, one of them actually tried to take a swing at me, Knocked down and almost got the best of me, then I snapped and came to with a b****y face and full stomach. My sister on the other had discovered she had a sensual allure and could captivate her victims and actually draw them to her like a moth to the flame( I decided I had to see if I had this effect on women), she toyed with them, laughed at them the were desperate to have her.. she commanded them. It was all very amusing to watch and her feeding was way more classy than ours. She effected a sophistication beyond our time. After our two other brothers had fed, we sat together a while talking about where to go and what to do. It was at this time my oldest brother said he wanted revenge on the people who brutally threw us out of our home, and turned us to our current state. His arguement is we would have died anyway and what happened was a means to avenge our fate. His arguement found an avid supporter in Charles (Seket as was his name then). He believed we should be the curse they made us out to be and turn a scourge on them. Our sister Hathor (she also took on the form Cleopatra when was taken by l**t and f*******n by father from turning any more lovers she takes) was a voice of reason, saying we should visit sorrow on those directly involved in our eviction and make an example of them so no one would ever have to suffer the injustice we faced. Father and mother listened to them quietly till mother said "Anhur, you haven't spoken, what do you say to the matter at hand?" I really had nothing to say I just wanted to leave the cave and get back to civilization (funny how that was civilization compared to what life has allowed me see and what I probably still will see). "Mother" I said, " I think we should do both what Osiris and Hathor say. take revenge on the city but use it's leaders to bring them to their knees, the medicine man was particularly vocal and I would like to see him beg". Father who had been in quiet contemplation finally spoke "The boy is right, we don't need to go into open conflict, we will go after the people that came after us and take over rule. To do this we must act quietly and in the shadows lest they come fear us more than necessary". In that moment a new order had been created and it was only a matter of when it would take effect.