Onboard the Goa'uld mothership, the Wamphyri Goa'uld walked around the sarcophagus, "Jaffa, remove the lid, be quick about it!" A couple of the Jaffa put down their staff weapons and moved towards the tomb with the intention of removing the lid. As they approached parts of the sarcophagus glowed with a blue energy, almost like it had veins running down its length of its surface. In fact it felt as a living being would. At this point the lid started to move and slwly rose. The Goa'uld that used to be Memion, and was now fully Wamphyri after being infected with an egg from another Wamphyri walked about the bridge of his ship in pride. Wamphyri are only capable of laying a few eggs during their immortal lives, and knew his sire had given him a great honour.
He had managed to create a few vampire Jaffa by forcing them to drink his blood and passing a part of himself over to them; thus he had seven thralls that would obey his every command. As yet he had not fully managed to begin to explore all of his powers, mind, shapechanging, fleshcraft or other arcane abilities; he had rudimentary ability in all of them. His Wamphyri symbiote was tucked safely away in his abdomen like another organ, and wrapped around his spinal column like a creeper vine and inserted itself into the brain. In fact where he (the Goa'uld), and Wamphyri wrapped around each other, and the vertebrae in the neck, like a double helix.
Although the symbiote was alive separately of him, it did not really have intelligence and hence did not interfere with his control of the body. In fact it enhanced it, a normal Goa'uld was stronger than an ordinary human, the symbiote just amplified his natural abilities all the more. Since being given the smbiote he had not used a sarcophagus once, not necessary, he healed just as fast on his own. He still rivalled at his own abilities. But first the lid of the tomb of this Atavus being opened. Good he thought, maybe I will gain another servant and able thrall!
He walked around the front of the open coffin, and lying there 'dead to the world' was a human, or Taur'i. Except the bone structure in forehead was slightly different, having slight ridges and wild hair. He had seen and read the legends concerning magical claws. This Atavus, appeared to be a quite attractive female, in a some kind of black one piece leather outfit, with dark brown hair. She started to open her eyes slowly, and spoke very quietly the word "feeeed".
The normal Jaffa near the tomb was straining to hear her, but his symbiote had changed the host body drastically. As far as Memion was concerned the Atavus female may as well have shouted the words.
"On what do you need to feed" Memion replied.
"Feeed". If the mastery of his abilities continued; then he could always make more he thought, "Jaffa approach the occupant". Slowly a Jaffa began to approach the 'Atavus', and Memion moved around to the side to get a better look, didn't want his view blocked by the lid now.
Suddenly with cat like speed the occupant grabbed the Jaffa with her left hand, and from her right hand sprang white 'magical' claws. These claws were then pushed directly into the Jaffa's heart. The other Jaffa backed away and other than the claws they could see nothing out of the ordinary. To his preternatural eyes, Memion could see energy coursing up her arm and into her body. This was interesting, although he admitted a bit of trepidation.
Inside her Atavan Sleep Pod, she had been waiting for someone to get close to allow it to open and for her to feed. Bron'wyn had been asleep 'old ones' knew how many years. She could not feel their mystical presence anywhere, as her conscious started to rise, she needed to "Feeed". Again she mumbled the words "Feed" hoping someone knew what she meant. She had never been so low on energy, but a donor approached. When the being got within arms length she reached out with her left hand and grabbed his shoulder pulling him in; and then unleashed her claws sinking them into the ever valuable heart. The life energy flowed into her, and within moments the vessel was empty.
Memion watched with interest, so the legends were true. Not only could they consume lifeforce, but they also possessed preternatural claws.
"You Jaffa approach her, and be willing to die for your Wamphyri god". He watched in anticipation another normal Jaffa went towards her. When he got within reach again, the same thing happened. Two dead Goa'uld, at least he had observed her method of draining, "Enough, who and what are you?"
She rose slowly from her chamber, and looked down and around her surroundings. It was obviously a spaceship she was in, for if it travelled at the speed indicated on the on the viewscreen then it would be quite a coup. She would find others of her kind, and rule and feed with impunity once again. Bron'wyn stepped over the dead 'food' at her feet, and walked towards the regal or even kingly figure before her. The individual was human, and about six feet tall, with black skin; bald head, and facial hair around his chin. Her senses became confused at this point, although they certainly screamed danger to her.
"I repeat who are you? Your name"
"I am called Bron'wyn"