-Hi this is my first story… umm, all of the Characters are mine... except for the brief mention of Anne Rice's Characters, and it sort of follows her storyline in The Interview with the Vampire.

Life. Short and frail, lives hand in hand with its mate, Death. Together Life and Death control all humanity and its spoils. It's wealthy and its poverty-stricken, it's healthy and it's sick. Not me though. I control my own fate. Life and Death have no power over me. For a simple reasons I mock Life and Death, … I am dead, but full of life. I've lived in the shadows for thousands of years, preying on the petty souls that wander into the dark, hiding from their problems. They satisfy me, although I prefer the young, the hopeless individuals who live life thinking they'll die as beautiful creatures who lived perfect lives, when they know deep down that they're the same as everyone else… Petty.

My name is Miyra. My last name was lost long ago with my family and my home, and serves no importance to me in these days. I have long black hair that shimmers blue under the moonlight, and green eyes. I have a slender pale face, a petite nose, and a well-shaped mouth. I am five-foot five. My figure is long and slender with enough womanhood to satisfy any man or woman. I was born in 1223 BC. It was the nineteenth dynasty; I do not remember our king… Ramese maybe… it was too long ago for it to be important to me. I was one of his many servants. Living in the palace was not all… how do they say it these days? Peachy keen? Well, anyway, I was treated like any other young, female Egyptian. I was a toy, used for the guards' amusement whenever they dealt with an unruly merchant or peasant. I hated it. Unfortunately, I had no say in it what so ever; it wasn't my right to speak unless spoken to.

Enough with that, I believe you came to me to hear about my birth… into darkness and life after. It happened in 1206 BC. It was dark and the guards were finished with me. There was something extremely different about the abuse this time. They seemed "skittish" about something, but I didn't care, I couldn't take the rape and the abuse any more. I was heading to the Nile where the beloved Crocodiles had been starved for too long. The Nile had not flooded yet, bringing fresh soil for crops in return for cattle. The people would die if the Nile didn't flood soon. I figured, since I was no use to the Pharaoh himself, I would make use of myself to his people. I'd sacrifice myself to the Gods. If the Crocodiles did not take my life and my body, the Nile would. It would float my body to Kemet the "black land" near the Nile's delta. I was stopped by a strange aura though. The presence was dark, evil; never the less, I continued with my mission.

The next thing I knew, a very strong female was pinning me down after a short struggle. She was beyond gorgeous. She had a radiant glow to her pale face. Her long black hair brushed my cheeks as she led closer to me. I was not afraid, but fascinated with her skin color. Seeing someone with a light completion filled me with joy. You see, I was not an Egyptian; I was brought to Egypt when I was a young girl from Rome. Seeing someone with my same skin color made me believe that I was going home, that this incredibly strong woman was my savior, my ticket home from this place. Boy was I wrong. As she leaned in closer to my face, she spoke to me in Egyptian, "Be still my beautiful child, it's time for you to seek revenge on those who have wronged you." As I laid there pondering on what she had just said to me, a painful piercing feeling surged through my neck and down my body. I screamed in sheer horror, but my shouts weakened as she drained me of my blood. Darkness clouded my vision as I lost conciseness. All I remember was seeing her face and a voice, though I do not recall what it was telling me.

I awoke the next morning on the banks of the Nile. I could not move, but I could see the sun rising. Its Purple-ish orange glow stung my eyes. Yet it was so peaceful, almost dream like, I'll never forget it. I had awoken from this dream state because an old sicken Egyptian man had spotted me as he headed to tend to his cattle. He started shouting for his children to help me back to their house. I was still weak from the previous night and slept the rest of the day. When the sun was starting to fade behind the horizon, the old mans oldest son came to me with food. He was a beautiful man, and I would later regret ever laying eyes upon him. He dapped my face with a warm cloth as his two sisters sang and fed me. At first I was curious to why they were treating me like royalty, but I then realized that my robes resembled that of a palace guard. I remembered that I had stolen one to wear since the guards had torn my linen off of me. I was confused to why they'd think that I was a palace guard, when it was illegal for a woman to be just about anything. But darkness came to me just as fast as my curiosity had.

I awoke that night to the singing voice of an un-natural presence. I called out to the voice, but the singing continued. Then from the shadows a woman's figure appeared. "My child" she called to me. "Are you ready to receive the key to your revenge? Or would you prefer to lie there and rot?" I did not know what to say, not that it mattered, I was too weak to say anything anyway. She glided over to me, as if she were floating. She didn't seem as gorgeous as the night before but she was still beautiful. "W-wha-what's" I was already out of breath. "What's your N-name?" I managed to ask. The name she told me surprised me. I had heard the name the night before in my dreams. Her name was Nadia… the Keeper of the Undead.

I hope you liked it. Please no flames… I'm new at this, I should get better... Thanks for reading.