-To anyone that comes upon this: What you're reading is my first venture into the Twilight fandom. I'm not quite sure how this happened, but I would really like to turn this into a collection of oneshots. I've got a background in history, so any term you might not be familiar with is most likely something I found in my wiki research as I wrote this.
For example: the typhonic beast (which will be mentioned), is the head of the Egyptian God Set. The fact that Meyer named Amun (her oldest vampire) after the Egyptian Sun God Amun-Ra was not lost on me. I took the ball and ran with it. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Meyer owns everything. I'm just surprised and happy that she allows fanfic writers like myself wander around her universe to write.
Chapter 1: Amun and Kebi
Amun:
Born: 2949 B.C.E
Turned: 2914 B.C.E
Physical age when turned: 34
Kebi:
Born: 2916 B.C.E
Turned: 2890 B.C.E
Physical age when turned: 26
2890 B.C.E - Nekhen, Egypt
Amun was not a man who normally knew fear. He had spent his life as the son of the palace scribe, and was the eldest of four boys. He was expected to be a scholar and a scribe like his father, and replace him as such when his father passed to the afterlife.
That was before he became a blood drinker.
He was approached at the age of 34 by one of the priests to the Pharaoh. The priest was wearing the mask of the typhonic beast. Amun had not questioned the man's presence; he was one of two of the head priests in Egypt that were revered by everyone, including the Pharaoh himself. (The Pharaoh's reverence was a heavily guarded secret).
"Your work is extraordinary." The man had murmured to him. "You are a very talented man. A talented human."
The words talented human should have clued Amun in. But they didn't. That was his undoing.
"I can give you more power than you ever dreamed of."
That sentence should have made Amun think twice. But it didn't, and it cost him his mortality.
His creator went by the name of Set. What unnerved Amun was how Set always wore the mask of the typhonic beast when receiving visitors. Set's fellow brother Osiris however, kept his human face visible for everyone to see. He was also a blood drinker. Since being turned, Amun lived inside a small dwelling with Set, Osiris, and two other blood drinkers that were turned by the priests like him. On the outside, their abode looked cramped. On the inside, it was a lavishly furnished palace befitting of royalty.
Twelve years after Amun's turning, the small group of five moved closer to the palace in Nekhen. There, Amun learned that Set had fed on Amun's human wife and unborn child. He proceeded to learn that Set also killed and fed on one of Amun's brothers when Set learned the brother was searching for Amun. That was when he began to hate his creator and slowly plot his murder. But an opportunity to do so never came.
Then he laid his eyes on Kebi.
She was a servant girl that grew up in the palace, attending to the Pharaoh's wife. When she was 19, Set and Osiris had acquired Kebi and her two sisters to work for them. Officially they were given the title of Assistant Priestesses. In reality, everyone knew better. The girls, along with three other males the blood drinkers acquired were as good as slaves.
Kebi had a quiet beauty to her, which made her pale in comparison to her more exotic sisters. She rarely talked, was obedient, worked well, and knew all of the prayers. She calmed the temperamental Pharaoh. This made Set and Osiris's work as priests easier. She was a valuable asset.
Amun was simultaneously disturbed and hypnotized by her smile. At times, she reminded Amun a little too much of his late wife.
The six slaves the blood drinker priests had were the first Amun was ever introduced to. Slowly, the slaves began to be delivered to their fates. One of the men was Set's blood singer, and Set succumbed to the temptation to feed within the year. Another man came close to finding out what Set, Osiris, Amun, and his fellow blood drinkers were. Set ordered Amun to "dispatch" the man immediately. He did so with grace that impressed both brothers.
Now, Kebi and her sisters were to be sacrificed to join the Pharaoh's wife into the afterlife. Set and Osiris were planning to drain their blood before their preparation for burial. Amun didn't know about the plans of his creator and his brother until the day the girls were to be sacrificed. That was when Amun knew fear for the first time in his entire existence.
He couldn't explain it, but Kebi put him in a state of calm that he had never felt since he was turned. He nearly forgot he that he was a blood drinker when he was with her. Amun's mind swirled with panic as he sped through the underground corridors of the palace at Nekhen. Kebi couldn't join the Pharaoh's wife in the afterlife. She just couldn't. Granted, Kebi talked little and she was far more complacent than the silky, sultry (and sometimes catty) palace women that he was used to interacting with, but she kept him calm. She kept him feeling human.
The room that the Pharaoh's wife was kept in was thick with tension the moment Amun stepped inside. Osiris and Set had Kebi's sisters on separate slabs nearby. Both sat up and looked at Amun curiously as he came in. Kebi however, was being held by her wrists, her eyes wide with panic. The scent of her fear permeated his nostrils. Amun shuddered for a moment, thirst clouding his senses before willing it back down.
"What's going on?" He asked this with an amount of calmness to his tone that surprised him. Set looked outraged for a moment and was about to open his mouth to tell off Amun when Osiris pressed Kebi's back to his chest. She let out a small whimper.
"This child," Osiris hissed, "is being uncooperative." Amun felt a burst of rage somewhere in the bottom of his chest. He wanted to snap Osiris's neck very, very badly.
"She does not want to join her sisters," Amun said quitely.
"Indeed," Set sneered. "And disgrace herself and her sisters in the process."
Kebi cringed at Set's words as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. Her sisters refused to look at her, anger clouding their features. Amun felt otherwise. Mortality was a frightening thing to lose, especially when one didn't wish to lose it to begin with.
That was when an idea sparked inside of his mind.
"If Kebi is not willing to be sacrificed," Amun said slowly, "then perhaps she is not fit to accompany the queen into the next realm. What if she was meant for something else?"
Amun could picture Set cocking an eyebrow at him through his mask. "Oh really?" he drawled. Set knew of Amun's affinity for Kebi.
Amun kept his calm. "A restless and unwilling soul is not fit to be a companion for a goddess," he directed one hand to the Queen of Egypt, her motionless body glistening with special oils that prepared her for mummification.
Osiris was observant as his brother when it came to Amun and Kebi. He gave Amun a critical gaze and murmured low enough for only Amun and Set to hear. "You want her to become one of us." It was uttered as a statement, not a question.
Amun's red eyes flashed. "She is not fit to be a sacrifice for the queen," Amun said calmly. "Replace her with our remaining male. He will provide plenty of entertainment for the Queen and her escorts."
Osiris and Set understood the double meaning. Set gave a resigned sigh and nodded at Osiris. "Very well," Set said flatly. "I give you one full cycle of the seasons to get her under control. Then you both return to us and we will figure out what to do with you from there, understood?"
"Yes," Amun replied. Osiris shoved Kebi forward and right into Amun's arms. Kebi cried out from shock as Amun caught her. He immediately slipped the hood on her cloak over her head and whisked her out of the room.
Amun slowed down to a pace that Kebi could keep up with. His shoulders relaxed from the building tension of possibly losing her. She was free, and she was safe. Now she only had to be turned.
Amun turned to look at Kebi. He could hear her quiet sobs from underneath her hood. Her Bastet necklace gleamed from her neck under the dim light of the torches. "Do not worry," Amun said softly. "I do not blame you for not wanting to die. Mortality is a frightening thing to lose."
"I have shamed myself," Kebi whispered tearfully as they rounded a corner. "I have shamed my sisters, my only family. How will I ever be forgiven?"
Amun waited until the two of them had stepped out of the palace before he spoke to her again. Now at the edge of the courtyard, Amun could hear the screams of her sisters and the remaining male being sucked dry. Fortunately, Kebi heard nothing.
Standing there, Amun gently tilted Kebi's chin up so she could look him in the eyes. Wide almond colored eyes stared back at him miserably. "You are worth more than you can possibly dream of," Amun whispered. "If you say with me, I can give you a good life. My lifestyle is...different, than what you are used to," he continued, abruptly remembering that he was going to need to feed soon. "But you will adjust. I have faith that you will."
"Love me?" Kebi whispered slowly. "Love me, like a wife. I know blood drinkers cannot have children, but - "
Amun's eyes widened in shock. "You know of our secret?" he asked sharply.
"Yes," Kebi's voice trembled slightly. "I - I figured it out." She sounded frightened now. "Sir, I -"
"Amun." He found himself smiling now. "It's my name. Call me by it."
"Y-yes s-" she stuttered for a moment before composing herself. "Yes Amun." Kebi nodded slightly under her hood and took a deep breath before exhaling deeply.
"Very well," Amun chuckled. "You will become my mate."
"You are taking me to be turned then," Kebi said slowly. "Aren't you?"
Amun nodded. "Indeed I am."
Kebi glanced out past the courtyard to the stables. "Where will we go?"
"To a special place at the edge of the city." Amun motioned for her to start walking as he went down the steps. Kebi followed him, sticking close to his side. "There, I will keep watch over you as you turn. It will be painful," Amun warned her, remembering the agonizing burn that ripped him inside out when he unwillingly transformed years earlier.
"You will be at my side as I go through this?" Kebi inquired softly as they walked towards the stables. "You will be there when the transformation is finished?"
"Yes," Amun said. He wouldn't let Kebi out of his sight as she transformed.
"Then I will survive the pain," Kebi said simply.
Amun was astonished at his luck in Kebi's quick acceptance and her loyalty. He had a mate now. He could work on moving on from the brutal murders of his wife, his unborn child, and his brother. Amun knew that in a few decades, his two surviving brothers would also pass into the next realm. Then once Amun had fully healed, he could figure out how to kill Set and Osiris. He knew he wasn't the only one that detested the two of them. The other members of his coven also wished Set and Osiris gone.
It was only a matter of time.
- I've got material to go for 25- 26 chapters. I'll be dealing with almost all of the Volturi, as well as the covens introduced in Breaking Dawn. I've also got notes in my notebook to do something on Carlisle and Rosalie. But I need to know if I have the audience to do this. So please, please leave me a review.
If I know I have an audience, I'll happily get to typing chapter 2. Chapter 2 will be Marcus, with a guest appearance from Aro.
