Amun's POV

Time flies. That is what I like to think. 4000 years is a long time, but to Kebi and me, the years go by like a human's day. I can remember my human life, despite what others think. Ever since I became Pharaoh, I started writing journals of important events that happen in my life. Years later and I still continue to write in my journals, so I don't forget anything. My human memories are slowly fading and every day, I am glad to write them down. They might not be as sharp as I would like them to be, but I can remember the majority of them.

I was born in Egypt to my mother and my father, who was the Pharaoh at the time. He believed in the hierarchy. We, being royals, were on the top of the triangle, then, in the middle, the citizens of Egypt, and lastly, the slaves and merchants on the bottom.

At the age of 28, I left the palace to start a family of my own. That was when I met my first wife, Mut. We were married a year later and by the age of 33, I was a father. We had a son, who we named Khonsu. Mut and I were happy with our small family. I was glad to have both of them in my life.

Not long after Khonsu was born, my father died and I assumed his position on the throne as Pharaoh. I moved back into the palace, situated in the centre of Cairo, with Mut and Khonsu, keeping to ourselves half the time. The other half of our time was being used to run Egypt, making sure our country stays as civil as possible.

We had slaves that cooked and cleaned the palace for us, day and night. Once every so often, I held a feast for them and they all enjoyed it. After a while, I had to send the slaves on their way, to other masters, but I knew I was doing the right thing for them. That was one of the things that separated me from my father. He would always tell the slaves what to do, punishing them when they do something they shouldn't, never giving them anything in return. I, on the other hand, believed in equality. They would do something for me and I would give them something in return.

Over time, though, greed got the best of me. Mut began to see the traits of my late father that I feared to become and she started to fear me. I began to realise that power is what I wanted all along. I started to treat the slaves like trash and I treated my family the same way. I was more involved with being a Pharaoh, attending to the people of Egypt, and less involved with my small family.

After a while, I decided that I wanted to be more well known, as being a Pharaoh was not enough for me. I wanted to be a God. When I told Mut this, she just stared at me.

"Amun," she started, her brown eyes wide with shock. "You don't know what you're saying." I shook my head and held her shaking hands in my own. She pulled them out of my grip. She needed to calm down. I breathed in deeply and explained that I wanted to become a God for her. Her breathing was deep and shaky.

She didn't like my idea. She tried to talk me out of it, but I wouldn't listen to her. She and Khonsu, who was 1 year old at the time, were out of the palace within a week. I thought my wife and I would have many more children, grow old together and watch our grandchildren play in the Sahara, but we never got that far. Mut never looked back.

I was alone in the palace for what felt like quite some time, not including the servants. It began to get lonely, but I didn't mind.

About a week after my family left me, I gradually became famous over time, not only because I was the Pharaoh of Egypt, but also because of my new status as an Egyptian God. From then on, I was known as Amun, the King of Gods. The citizens of Egypt worshiped me and they believed that, as a God, I would live forever. They believed that I could do anything. That became true within a year.

Not long before I turned 40, something happened to me. I was introduced into the world of the undead. I was bitten by a vampire and I, myself, became a vampire after 3 days of the searing pain. My creator died in the process of my transformation and I never got to know him.

When I woke after the third day of pain, I felt stronger than I had ever felt before. I found that I could do things I never thought I would be able to do. I felt like I was invincible. My thirst for human blood made ruling Egypt even more entertaining for me as I would hunt down the criminals for my evening meal every third night.

Once night every week, I would visit Mut and Khonsu at their house in Alexandria. They never saw me as I watched from their garden and I never stayed more than an hour each night. I saw my son grew up before my eyes without being a proper father. Despite my fame that drove them out of my life, I still loved them. The more I visited them, the more I realised that they needed me. Despite this, I couldn't go to them and talk to them, as I would be risking their lives for my bloodlust.

I decided I should move on. As I left their garden for the last time, I could feel something building up inside me. Something that I had never felt before. Guilt. It felt terrible and I hated it. Never the less, I continued my journey back to Cairo, ignoring the guilt that was building up inside of me, never looking back to what was once my small family. I forgot them almost immediately.

Kebi's POV

It was 2540 BC. The streets in Cairo were filled with street merchants and all they had on their mind was money. They wanted to sell their items that were worth next to nothing for a price that meant something. Items such as linen, fruit and artefacts were all being sold to the people of Egypt. Each morning, if you sat at the front of my house, you would hear barterers exchanging their goods for other items of value. This morning, I could hear our neighbour buying her food at the market along with many others. That was also the day my mother died.

My mother had been ill for quite some time now and anyone that knew her well knew that she didn't have long to live. She stayed in bed during the last moments of her life and, as she was saying goodbye to me, her eyes glazed over. She saw nothing more.

My sisters and I were left to the care of my father, who gave us each a letter addressed to us. It was from our mother. I looked up at my father as he gave my letter to me. He just smiled and turned away.

Dearest Kebi, it read. It has been so long since I have spoken with you.

If you're reading this, it means that my kahas gone to be with Ra. But do not worry, my dearest, as I am at peace. My life may have ended before my time, but there is an end to everything. When you are feeling down, like you may be feeling now, just remember that there is a light at the end of every tunnel. You will find someone someday who will love you and you would want to spend the rest of your life with. It may not be soon, but your time will come around. I will miss so much of your life, Kebi, but always remember I will always be with you. I love you forever and always.

Love Mother.

Not long after we arrived at our father's house, he sold us to a man who needed slaves. My sisters and I where all obedient to our master and by the end of the year, he didn't need us anymore. That was when we were split up. I was the lucky one that got sent to a man who was very rich. This man will be my future husband.

Amun treated his slaves like the average slave, but every couple of nights or so one of them would disappear. Every time he called me into his chambers, I had to look into his deep red eyes and listen to what he had to say.

Today, he wanted me to clean his temple with two others. I just nodded, not saying a word to him, and got to work right away. I could feel his eyes burning into my back, watching me intently, but I never turned around, not wanting to disappoint my master.

That night, I was shown to my chamber where I was to sleep with the other slaves. My bed was a small space on the floor with a blanket and pillow.

"Be grateful," one of the other slaves, Isis, told me. "Not many of us get sheets."

I couldn't get to sleep that night. I kept dreaming of red eyes and death. There was something about Amun that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I would never ask him about it though. Not in a million years. As a child, I was always taught not to speak unless spoken to, but after my mother's death, I gave up on talking all together. She was the only one I truly trusted before she died.

The next morning's sun shone down onto my face, waking me up almost instantly. The others were still asleep as we didn't need to get up until 7am. Someone was missing from the room, though. Isis. I tried not to worry about it, as Amun told the rest of us that he didn't need her anymore, so I went on with my daily chores. Gardening, cleaning, cooking. But none of them could distract me long enough. My mind always wondered back to Isis. That night, after finishing my chores, Amun called me into his study.

"Kebi," he started, his ruby eyes staring into mine. "I noticed that you were a little distracted today." His right eyebrow was raised and I nodded, staring right back into his eyes, not saying anything. "Would you mind telling my why?" Silence. I looked down at my feet, unable to answer him. He noticed this and made his way towards where I was standing, realising that I couldn't answer him. He shook his head and took my hand. His cold, hard skin made me flinch out of shock.

"It's Isis, isn't it?" I looked up at him curiously. How did he know? "Kebi, everything is going to be alright. You are very obedient and that is all a master ever wants." I nodded, making sure that I let him know that I understood. "You may leave now." And with that, he shook his hand as if to shoo me away and he turned back to his desk.

Within the month leading up to spring, many more slaves disappeared, and I knew that soon it will be me who will be disappearing, just like Isis did last month.

Amun has been calling me into his study even more than normal. He gave me more jobs than the other slaves and I did them all. I don't know whether he was doing it to test me or because he trusted me the most, but which ever it was, I didn't ask questions. I never asked questions as I knew what the consequences would be. I always shuddered at the thought of my master doing something to me.

My guess is it was because I was more reliable than the others. The more he called for me, though, the more I began to like him. As the days rolled on, I began to feel for him. Love. That is what my mother called it. I loved him. The other slaves started to notice this over time, as well, as they started whispering behind my back every time Amun called for me. I didn't say anything to them, but it hurt my feelings.

When Amun called me into his study this time, he told me something I didn't expect to hear from him.

"Kebi," he started, his scarlet eyes staring into mine. "I have noticed the others have been talking about you. Would you like to tell me why?" I dropped my gaze to the floor and shook my head, embarrassed by his question. I wasn't going to tell him that I loved him.

I felt a cold hand under my chin, tilting my head up to meet the owner's eyes. Amun gave me a half-smile and leaned down, letting his lips touch mine.

His kiss shocked me and what he said next shocked me even more.

"I love you, too." He drew back from the kiss and stared at me fondly. I was stunned. How did he know? Amun gave me a smile and took my hands in his. Can he read my mind?

He let out a chuckle shook his head.

"No, my love." I stared blankly at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His smile widened as he started to explain. "Your thoughts are for your mind only. I can, however, read the expressions that are on your face." I raised my eyes to meet his, a smile plastered on his face. The corners of my mouth curled upward as he leaned in to kiss me again.

"I love you, Kebi, my dearest, forever and always."

A few years later, Amun and I were walking along the bank of the Nile. He told me that he had to ask me something important and that he needed an honest answer.

"Kebi," he started, grabbing my hand to turn me to face him. "I need to tell you something important." I nodded looking up into his eyes, waiting for him to continue. He met my brown eyes with his red ones and held his gaze there. "Kebi, my dearest, this love cannot be part of my life." My eyes slid to the floor slowly in disappointment. Amun raised his hand to touch my cheek. I looked back up at him to see him smiling. "I am not a human, my Kebi. I am a creature of the night. A vampire." My eyes darted from Amun the sun, curious. He shook his head. "The sun cannot hurt me," Amun continued. "Kebi, my love, I have a life-changing question to ask you." My eyes widened as I realised what he was saying. He was going to kill me.

Amun smiled as he answered my unasked question. "No, my darling. My question is simple: Would you like to join me as an immortal, living the years forever, never getting older?" I knew he could hear my heart beating fast. I was scared as to what he meant. Become a vampire to be with him? "I could do it tonight, if you wanted." I took my time deciding, but finally, my eyes met his and slowly my mouth widened into a grin and I nodded. I was ready for this change. He held out his hand and I took it without question. He led me back to his temple and, together, we got ready for my change.

We arrived at the temple and Amun led me to the bedroom where we waited until night. When the sun sunk beneath the horizon, he leaned into me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before moving his lips down to my neck to bite me. I was 32.

Even though I knew what was coming, I wasn't expecting the pain. It started in my neck, the exact spot where Amun had bitten me, but it then started travelling. It travelled passed my arms and into my fingers and it went passed my legs into my toes, but when it got to my heart, the pain was indescribable. I wanted to scream but I couldn't find my voice. It felt like my body was being burnt alive and there was nothing I could do about it. At first, I thought that Amun was going to kill me, but after what felt like forever, he spoke to me.

"It's alright, Kebi my dearest," he told me. "I am right here. I am not leaving your side until the pain stops." The pain was going to stop. Amun just confirmed it for me, but the question is when? I wanted to yell out, to scream for him to kill me, but instead, I just let the pain burn inside me.

After what felt like forever, the pain died down slowly until there was no pain left inside me. I could hear the flowing water of the Nile not far to the left of me and the voices of people talking. I couldn't quite hear what they were saying though, only that there was a man and 2 women talking. The smell, though, is what caught my attention. It smelt like nothing I had ever smelt before. It was something I couldn't describe, yet I yearned for it. Then, after I was sure the pain had stopped, my closed eyes fluttered open.

As soon as my eyes could see again, they darted around the room, looking for something that needed to be seen. The room looked so different, yet the same at the same time. Clearer than it had been before. Finally my eyes landed on Amun. He was sitting to my right, holding my hand tight, not letting it go. His face was all that I could look at. His beautiful crimson eyed stared back at me. The corners of his mouth turned upwards into a smile upon seeing me awaken and he started to speak.

"You're beautiful, my darling," he told me. "More beautiful than I could ever imagine."

He leant down and slowly lowered his mouth to mine. I felt his lips against my own as he kissed me softly but fondly. The side of my lips curled upwards into a smile, never breaking contact with Amun.

Ever since then, I had never left Amun's side. We left the human life to live the rest of our lives together forever.