A.N. well here's another Chapter. I personally like this one but you decide. Reviews are much appreciated.

Cairo was blanketed in gold even the sand looked as if it were worth millions. Grand structures housed temples for forgotten gods. According to Jager Christianity had begun its rain just a few short years ago after the death of Jesus. The year being 6 A.D. and Aubrey being a young man of 20; with new found strength and senses was informed he could go anywhere and do anything he pleased. Jager also informed him that his family had lived in Greece but moved into Northern Africa near the Mediterranean; with a small group of others. When his father was 19; thus his small town was born. In the mountains of Algeria one of the only places in Northern Africa that received snowfall in the winter time; women danced nearly naked in the street scarves tied around their wrists long hair flowing, body moving like a snakes. Life was every where the bright sun shown down upon the city brightening attitudes but it didn't take Aubrey's keen sense reading others to tell him there was something evil that governed this place. Sin, like no other kind he'd ever beheld. Slaves, ancient powers called on from the gods above. Despite its disposition Cairo was a shadowed place.

Jager lived in the center of the city in a house of limestone. It was grand, set high with walls that surrounded the courtyard and in the middle of it all set his home. Aubrey couldn't see where the home ended. But the carved out windows hung with satin drapes swayed invitingly in the warm breeze. Aubrey could now see why Jager traipsed around with no shirt on. The heat was excruciating.

"Come," Jager said one word and proceeded towards the house. His bare feet hardly leaving tracks in the liquid gold sand. Once inside the shadow of the Jager's home with the sun not beating down on them. Aubrey relaxed; the home was as he expected beautiful with gold everywhere the walls sanded down as smooth as marble. The ground was covered in rugs overlapping one another; pillows were set on the floor for seating and a long hallway stretched off in the other direction to more rooms. Off in the corner a wooden ladder lend up through a hole in the ceiling to the second floor. It was magnificent.

They were greeted almost immediately by two women each dark like Jager. Aubrey could sense there relation to Jager through the blood. One was tall and slender with long black hair that cascaded down her shoulders. And slanted almond shaped eyes. She introduced herself as "Moria." The other was shorter but no less as beautiful her hair though probably long was twisted high in a bun held up by blood red chopsticks "Fala." They bowed to Jager and wrapped their slender arms around his waist. Jager greeted each of them with a passionate kiss, before turning their attention to Aubrey. The one named Fala tired to speak with Jager ask him where he'd been but Jager silenced her. She took her arm from his waist and folded them together much like a child pouting.

"Moria, Fala I would like you to meet Aubrey he is of Ather's line.

"He is strong for so young." Commented Moria her almond shaped eyes traveling the length of him.

"Beautiful too." This seemed to upset Fala even more for her eyes darkened. And she looked as if she were trying to glare a hole through Aubrey.

"Yes," agreed Jager. "An excellent choice it's nice to see Ather can do something right."

In the months that passed living with Jager; Aubrey learned much. He learned that all the slaves who walked around Jager's house were blood-bonded to him; never to age but still human with increased strength and senses although not half as powerful as a Vampires. And that Fala was Jager's Fledgling and lover and that Moria, was Fala's. Jager was old although he never told Aubrey just how old he was Aubrey could sense his wisdom. Fala had been created 500 years ago though she'd never gained strength and Aubrey easily began to out power her in only a few short weeks. Moria, Fala's lover was just as week as Fala if not weaker. And it quickly became apparent that Fala did not like him. Moria on the other hand had shown interest in him from the first day he'd arrived; which probably only fueled Fala's fire towards him more. Moria had often come to his bed in the middle of the night to share her blood with him and other acts of pleasure. Aubrey was sure Fala heard this and took he took pleasure in that fact.

The months turned into a year. Aubrey was growing restless living here in this house. Of course he was grateful for all that Jager had done for him he was ready to leave. There where too many others sharing the same roof. Aubrey found that after his transformation he'd become a loner. Jager had tried to engage him in acts of hunting but hunting with others did not appeal to him. And some nights he wouldn't go back to Jager's he'd sleep under the stars or wander the towns. Because that was just what it was Jager's place. Aubrey needed his place.

He left in the night not bothering to say goodbye he knew no one would care. He had learned the power to move by mind. But he could only move to places he'd been before and could see in his minds eye. He wanted to travel to Rome like when he was younger maybe become a join in there newest battle. He wouldn't need to worry about being a causality of war. He didn't want to travel any farther down into Africa he'd see enough. Then back to Algeria to cross the Mediterranean Sea into Europe.

He closed his eyes and tried to focus on what he could remember of the land he grew up in and in an instant his body was rising the sensation of being torn apart and then pieced back together haunted his mind as he felt his felt feet touch the earth.

It was not the place he once lived happily the town was covered in a fresh blanket of snow being it the winter again. But no one had bothered to clear there doorways or own up show. Death reeked from the little town seeping from under doors cracked windows. As Aubrey approached he could see evidence of fire's broken shutters. Had the town been under siege? And if so how long ago? The wind whistled through the eerily quite town blowing Aubrey's hair into his eyes. He blinked, the thick lashes shooing the hair from them. He walked on. Up the hill he'd walked so many times before approaching the once loving home. The door was gone and the house blackened by fire. Everything was as he had left it even the pot hung burnt over the fireplace. Bit's and pieces of his memories scattered the floor little more than charcoal. He was struck with a horrifying thought what if this was his fault had he stayed would this of happened. No it wasn't his fault it was that woman's. She would pay, were his mother and sister dead, probably. And with a sudden burst of bitter anger he began to destroy what was left of his little home. They were nothing but memories now.

It had only taken him a day's walk to reach the docks. A small ship was due to cross the Sea in 2 days. In the meantime he stayed in an inn. Partying with the Natives, every woman wanted a piece of him and he didn't mind sharing. He met up with a young lad named Edward who was also traveling to Rome to see his sick mother before she died. He was a vibrant boy with tons of energy and just as big a need for liquor. Aubrey enjoyed talking to him and come time to board the ship they bunked together.

"Why are you going to Rome?" Edward asked as they ended their game of cards and where ready to start another.

Aubrey shrugged. "Haven't really thought about it just needed to go," he replied.

"I know how that is. Been traveling most my life this isn't the first time across the Mediterranean."

"I would guess not," replied Aubrey. "Seeing as you'd have needed to cross it once already to get into Africa."

Edward laughed. "You're a quick witted guy. You know that?" Aubrey smirked in return.

"I've been told it once or twice before."

"I'm sure you have." Edward rolled over on his cot. "I'm out. Too much booze and rocking for my stomachs liking." He got up and crossed the small room. It took a day and a half to cross the Mediterranean. Due to the fact the ship was powered by manual labor. 32 sets of large oars on either side of the ship was its engine, powered by 64 men. They docked in