A/N: Telepathic thoughts/conversations will be written in bold and italics. Enjoy
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Chapter eleven

...Back in New York—Foot Headquarters...

Standing at the doors of headquarters control room, waiting to be opened—two micro seconds later the doors opened with the white lighting of the corridor shining behind her. Walking in the room, followed by two ninja soldiers, on each side and waited for instructions. "Report!" Karai ordered.

"The elite ninja assassins have traced the last location near Webster but may have gone further—maybe closer to the enemies' hidden location." One foot control tracker said. "Good—What of my assassins?" Karai asked, curiously wondered but not concerned about their well being, only their progress. "They are—" one answered, cut off and turned around—lowering his head, averting his gaze to the floor. "They are what?" Karai said.

"Gone. They are gone—their indicators show they disappeared."

"Mistress Karai—not all had disappeared, one indicator is still in use." Another control tracker stated. "Where?" Karai said. "Chicopee River, near Springfield."

"Springfield—she is trying to cover the location. Send another team, this time—go as civilians and report back immediately." Karai instructed. "When found their location, do you wish for carnage and bring back prisoners—for instance, bring both women to you?" The foot ninja soldier curiously inquired. Karai walked to the window, looked out and watched the busy commotion outside then replied, instructively. "No, relocate the indicators—search for our dead, if they are dead and continue from they had last located and trace it then return back here, and report to me. Is that understood!" "Yes, mistress Karai." Foot ninja soldiers answered, bowing. "Go, now." Karai ordered, waving her hand. "Mistress—what if she is expecting that?" her right hand soldier asked.

"She won't—she can not see everything and can not abide her code of honour, to kill a civilian. Also she will come straight to us in order of trying to stop us. Leave me, I need to—meditate." Karai answered, evilly smug as she turned her back and walked to the back of her chambers. "Yes mistress." The right hand—foot ninja soldier answered, bowed then stepped backward and left the room.


...In Egypt—desert portal...

The priestess/warriors finally arrived to the portal which didn't take long as they were only half a day's ride away. "We have made it." Aseta said, finally breathed. "Yes we have sister, but our task is still not complete—yet. Shall we?" Merenese replied, dismounting her camel.

Aseta rolled her eyes, sighed as she dismounted her camel—following her older sister's lead. As they grasped each other's hands, channelling each other's power as they prepared to chant the portal time travelling spell with assistance from the powerful god—Benu.

Stood by the portal altar, held their hands up and were just about to call forth Benu's assistance when the portal had opened before them. "Did we do that?" Aseta wondered, confusedly gazed her sister. "I don't think we did." Merenese answered, as another walked through.

Releasing their hands and quickly stood in defence stance, holding their spears almost close towards Beltana's flesh then lowly demanded for an answer. "Meen are* inti!" Merenese demanded. "Is that any way to welcome your guest?"

"Who are you? I asked you a question." Merenese stated. "Technically you demanded for my answer, not asked."

"Alright—we can do this easy way or the hard way. Remove your hood and answer my sister's question." Aseta softly requested. "As you wish." Beltana answered, removing the hood and answered. "I am the mother who you would come to call, Morsara."

Merenese straightened with suspicion when her sister was quick to kneel. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I am doing." Aseta replied. "Get up." Merenese ordered.

"It is alright—your sister has every right to be suspicious."

"How did you know to use the portal's powers?" Merenese asked. "I am the only Wiccan high-priestess in Japan to ever exist."

"Wait—you are a Wiccan? That would mean, you are the one? You are the mother of the goddess—Are you really, Beltana Gong." Aseta stated, presuming. "In the flesh." She answered, holding her arms out with pride. "If you are thee Beltana Gong—what is it that you seek?" Merenese questioned.

"I seek the high-priestess of the phoenix that you call Benu but in this era—he will become a she, so her name is Morsara. And the name of her high-priestess is Tetisheri." Beltana answered.

"She checks out, answered correctly." Aseta told her sister. "Yeah, not yet—one more question then we shall take her back to the temple. Do you possess shape shifting gifts?"

"Of course, do you wish to see my guardian avatar that only my daughter has seen?" Beltana replied. "Please." She answered, nodding. Beltana closed her eyes then a white light grew around her and she begun to shape-shift into the snow white wolf.

'Now do you believe Merenese?' Beltana telepathically asked. Merenese gazed the white wolf with the feeling of shame hovering over her as she knelt down and pleaded for forgiveness for her rudeness. "You are Beltana Gong—Please forgive me, your Excellency." Merenese answered. Beltana changed back into her original self and sighed softly, understandably replied. "You are forgiven."

"I'm sorry, my sister can be—" Aseta said, assuring her sister's good intentions. "It is quite alright—it is your job to question and assure whom you seek is actually the one. I'd be the same if were in your position." Beltana assured. "Alright then—shall we, highness." Merenese asked, leading Beltana to the waiting camel.

Beltana nodded and followed Merenese then climbed up, behind her on the camel. Looking up to the sky and constant watch for the signs as they were approaching—quite quickly.


...In Tealana's room—Vampires domain...

Tealana laid in her bed, tossed and turned—murmuringly moaned. And sweated slightly, breathed heavy as she dreamed about what she had forgotten.

...Dreamscape...

Walking down the corridor then down the stairs until finally stepped down the last step—looked both left and right, into the kitchen and living room. Both rooms were empty as she stepped aside from the staircase—a bright light shone brightly down through corridor, from the front door. Shielding her eyes and heard laughter, felt drawn to it then heard her name called from behind.

"Tealana."

"Neesa?" Tealana said, turning round and saw her sister standing at the back of the corridor—towards Don's room and the dojo. Silence filled the air as she raised one hand and invitingly then walked backward and slowly disappeared around the corner. Chasing after her sister, following where she leads—only to find an empty dark corridor. Holding both hands up against each wall, walking down the hall and guided herself through the darkness with her hands then suddenly—the hall changed from dark to lit flamed palace hall.

Looking left, right and around—confused as what this could be. Walking down the hall, silently and slowly then as she turned around again and stopped when her sister appeared before her once again. Resumed walking away, down the hall towards a door. "Neesa—Wait." Tealana cried, calling out to her but no response.

Disappeared through the doors, tealana stopped at the doors—quickly looked around again then grasped the door handles and pulled them open. A gush of smog blew, closed her eyes and waved her hands about to avoid inhaling the grey dirty smog. When it cleared, she walked within and heard chanting.

Following the distorted, uncleared chanting through a black curtained room—as it was a covering a dark ceremony. Lifting the curtain and stepped through then walked closer when she saw two cloaked figures in wedding black robes.

Slowly walked closer, confused to what exactly was been performed but didn't take any chances—quickly hid behind the stone pedestal. Unable to see exactly what the bride look like as her voice appeared to be familiar, listening to the vows exchanged then blessed in dark matrimony.

The figures stood, turned and faced eachother—Tealana's mouth dropped opened with shock and jolt of disbelief as she quickly cupped her mouth, stopping herself from letting a frightening scream.

"I do take you as my husband and become the queen of all evil."

"Now, lets celebrate the marriage of the new queen and pharaoh of Egypt with the powers of eternal darkness." The dark celebrant said, holding his hands up.

Two young maidens were dragged to be drained of their blood while chained and held by two mummified large dog like monsters, waiting to be given the left-overs. The maidens tried to fight back and break free but were overpowered then fed upon. Drained of their blood then finally eaten by the rabid mummified creatures.

"What is that delicious essence?" the vampiric Neesa concurred and continued to sniff the scent as she followed it back to Tealana, hiding behind the stone palace pedestal. Evilly sinisterly grinned, baring her sharp vampiric teeth and raised one hand, pointing. "Seize her."

The anpu demons bolted towards her and continued the chase as she fled. Running fast as she possibly could—turning back for a second, as to see how far they were behind her while she tried to run and find a way out—only to be stopped and placed on temporary conscious.

Dragged back to the room from whence she tried to escaped—in chains and held tightly. Moaningly breathed as she opened her eyes and raised her head, facing the hungry fiends that slowly walked towards her and discussed whom will have the pleasure to feast upon her warm blood. "So—should I have this one or shall I allow you to turn her, my love." The pharaoh said. "I'm hungry—I will turn her, myself. Afterall she is my sister, she'll come to understand with—new opened eyes." Vampiric Neesa stated, sinisterly. Tealana tried to break free. "Have her, my love—be gentle as she appears to be delicate." Facing her sister with frightened gaze and continued to break free but fail as she was not strong enough.

"Fear not, I will be—gentle." She said, wrapped her hand around Tealana's jawline and raised her head up then slightly tilt to the side as she leaned in and sunk her teeth into Tealana's throat. Tealana tried to scream but nothing came out, just hearing the sounds of her blood drain, vigorously.

"Take her away." Vampiric Neesa ordered, waving her hand.

Taken to a private room and guarded from the outside until she turned as expected.


...later...

The pharaoh walked in the room—checking if she had turned and did but he still wished not to take no chances with her as she is the end of him. Caressingly brushed the back of his fingers against her cold skinned cheek, and brushed the excess hair back and said, in a false offering manner. "Hungry?"

"Famished—my lord." She answered. "Good." The pharaoh answered then stabbed her, looking down her chest then faced the pharaoh with shock expression.

"I can not allow you live—and destroy me, my dear."

Removing his hand away from the steel stake despite it was burning his own hand in the process and stepped back as the fire was beginning to alight around her. Letting out an excruciating scream until she was no more a pile ash.

The vampiric Neesa walked in the room, traced her hands over the pharaoh's shoulders and asked. "She didn't take the offer even though I turned her?" Turned around and faced her with sinister grin as he cupped her cheek then answered. "She tried to stake me so I did what was necessary."

Deeply and passionately kissed, entwining eachother's groping embrace—while the pharaoh nuzzled into her neck, Vampiric Neesa vigorously kissed his neck and opened her eyes—showing those deadly bloody crimson red stare then said over his shoulder. "Soon, very soon—it will be your turn then the world."

...end of dreamscape...

Tealana rose up, gasping for air then finally screamed in terror—the doors abruptly opened and the first person or so to speak, woman entered the room was Setna with a physician. "What—are you alright? Quickly examine for any signs of distress."

"No, no that is alright, I'm ok." Tealana said, holding her forehead. "Are you sure, you alright?" Setna asked again. "I'm ok—It was just a dream." Tealana replied, softly.

Setna waved her hand, ordering all to leave the room. Grabbing the clean cloth on the bedside and petted her forehead, drying away the sweat. "What kind of dream—what happened in your dream?" Setna asked, comforting. "I dreamed, a dark ceremony in a royal palace hall like this but more—older, ancient." Tealana begun and took an breathe. "Continue—you are safe here, tell me. What else did you see?"

"My sister—she turned me into a vampire and then her counter-part, killed me." Tealana replied, folding her fingers and covered her lips as she silently sobbed. "I swear that will not happen—I give you my word." Setna assured.

Tealana whispery said, while she hugged Setna—unknowing her fate of becoming a vampire is coming but the maker is who, she never intended to be. "Thankyou."

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...to be continued in chapter twelve...

Hmm...what to expect as usual and wonder when will Kauket change tealana into a vampire and make her as the co-queen? Getting closer but first we have to see how long before her family realises the imposter is not the real tealana. Neesa's suspicions are beginning to surface but not completely accurate.

This is getting a little twisty dont you think? Well anyways—Read and review...until next time—tootles , enjoy.