for you to go,” he laughed directly behind me. “You are in a dream state I control.”
I didn’t care what he said; I just knew I had to get away from him…away from the godless creature he was turning me into.
Suddenly, I was tackled from behind and I went sprawling on the ground as a rush of air left my lungs. I rolled over and began kicking and punching wildly at Amun.
“Damu, stop!” he yelled, the black abyss swallowing the whites of his eyes again. “Stop defying me! You will be mine, do you hear me? You will be mine!”
A few seconds later, he had me in complete submission. His hands were holding mine over my head and he had his lower body covering my legs, keeping them immobile.
“Please,” I began to cry. “Please, just kill me.” The words I spoke sparked some memory within me and I swallowed my sob with difficulty. “W-Wait. I-I asked Archer to kill me. He-He drained me…I felt it. How am I dreaming of you if I’m supposed to be dead? The dead don’t dream, do they?”
Amun smiled sinisterly. “The Day Walker was most likely too late. My essence has gradually been changing you over the course of weeks. Even if he drained you, I doubt you would completely die. He would have to decapitate, dismember, burn you completely and scatter the ashes to the four corners of the Earth to make sure you did not rise again. It is very hard to kill us, Nisiqtu. We are stronger, faster, smarter, and deadlier than them.”
“Please, Amun. I don’t want to be like you. I don’t want to be a vampire at all,” I pleaded desperately as my tears fell anew.
“Child,” he said gently, even though his eyes were still black with anger. “You and I are not vampires. Vampires were created when I turned my son using my blood. You were not given my blood; you were given a part of my soul.”
My face started to tingle as I looked up at Amun. “What do you mean you aren’t a vampire? What are you then?”
Amun’s eyes got wide as he looked down at me. His hands scrambled to grab onto me and I realized he wasn’t holding me anymore.
“What is this?!” he roared angrily, his eyes frantic.
I looked down and saw that my body was rapidly fading. I gazed up at Amun questioningly as the dream started to melt.
“Something is interfering!” he yelled, his voice teeming with rage as he desperately tried to capture me. “No! No! Nisiqtu! I will come for you!”
Chapter Two
July 15, 2012
I awoke with a jolt as I gasped deeply, desperate for air; my slow heart beat echoing loudly all around me. When I finally managed a deep enough breath, I was surprised to find that the air was thick, stale, and tasted heavily of dirt. I slowly moved my hands off my chest, down to my sides, and was startled when they hit something solid.
“What the…” I whispered in confusion as I opened my eyes.
I was a little disorientated at first, but it passed quickly. There was no light, but I was still able to see my surroundings perfectly. I appeared to be laying down in a tight enclosure of some sort. I took a deep breath in again, through my nose this time, and was immediately bombarded with an assortment of aromas. I smelled the rich aroma of wood all around me, the earthy, musky scent of dirt, Drakkar Noir and leather, and the sharp, coppery, heart-stopping smell of blood.
I bolted upright at that last scent, my mouth immediately watering as a deep, painful hunger enveloped me, and I immediately hit my head. The thunking sound my head made against the wood ceiling above me echoed loudly throughout my enclosure as I reached up and rubbed the sore spot on my forehead.
“Ouch…” I mumbled as I lay back down. I reached my hands up and felt the ceiling of my cell. I pushed lightly against it, testing it, and was shocked when it flew off and clattered loudly against the floor.
“Damn,” I whispered, surprised as I looked down at my hands. Did I do that?
Fresh, clean, cool and slightly damp air hit my lungs and I sat up. The room was brightly lit with an array of candles. I shielded my sensitive eyes and gazed around. I had no idea where I was; I had never seen this room before. It was made up of cement brick walls,