Imprison that which cannot be destroyed.
The day of my embrace, he had me woke up at some early hour of the morning and I was told he wanted to see me as soon as possible. I was pissed off, who was he to have me bothered in the middle of the night. But I got up anyway and dressed myself. Even though I was mad, I still made my way there by torch light as quickly as possible, trying not to take long. After all, I didn't want to make him mad. When I arrived a man showed me in through the front door and sat me down in a dimly lit room. After a bit of waiting Amenhotep entered the room from over on the opposite side through a curtained archway. He stepped forward in long strides, his robes flowing around his feet. He stopped roughly a foot in front of me. He began to ask me about my father and our family's history of divination. I was baffled why he was asking me why I hadn't become a seer, and told him that the gift seemed to have skipped a generation. He mentioned how he wondered why I too hadn't acquired the gift that my father and his father, and so on and so forth, had been given. Little did I know he already knew the answer to every question that I answered and that he already had plans for me, plans I wouldn't have agreed to if given the choice. At least I wouldn't have agreed to it back then, before I found the glory of being a vampire.
He tossed a leather pouch to me, and it nearly made me let out a scream. It just kept going and made a dull rattling sound as it came to rest at my feet on the floor. I picked it up and poured the contents out on my hand. It was ten rocks, rubbed smoothed by the Nile. Each one had a different hieroglyphic inscribed on either side. He said, rather forcefully, for me to interpret the stones. In fact it was more of an order. I tried to explain that I couldn't, and I tried to convince him that I have tried ever since I was born. He moved slowly around me, talking about how he intended to help me bring my latent abilities out. When he was out of sight behind me I felt his hand palm the top of my head with force greater than any mere mortal could produce. I let out a scream as I felt him pull my head back, exposing my neck. His fangs sunk deep in to my throat and I stopped screaming. I couldn't scream, I tried but no sound could escape my gaping lips. I could feel the life drain from me and then darkness over took me. It was a complete blur, it happened so fast and I began to black out. I barely felt the sensation of blood filling my mouth as the darkness overtook me.
When I awoke, I craved blood. There is no better way to describe it. I yearned for it and it was all that filled my mind. I could feel the desire for it burning within my chest. Then I noticed I could smell blood, I quickly lifted my head and before me sat Amenhotep with a very attractive woman sitting bound and gagged at his feet. My instincts erupted within me and I dove forward uncontrollably at the writhing, tear stained figure. I was nearly upon her when Amenhotep leaned forward and in a blur of motion he backhanded me. I went sprawling backwards and I crashed into the chair behind me. I sat up and glared at him, my mind was filled with anger and confusion. He threw the river stones at me once again and he screamed at me, telling me to read them. I stayed there a second longer until he calmly said that I should not test his patience, he may be immortal but he was not a patient man. I scrambled to my knees and drew the scattered stones in with my forearms. I glanced down at them and suddenly visions filled every corner of my mind. I couldn't feel the physical world at all. All I could see or hear was the prophecy, it was all around me. It was quite disconcerting, I was there, yet it felt as if my body wasn't. Almost as if my spirit floated there, formless and abstract. I gasped when the vision abruptly stopped. Amenhotep sat there smiling, almost manically. He began praising me on my success and he told me I was lucky; because if the embracing hadn't awaken my gift, he would have killed me where I knelt. He congratulated me as he stood up and walked out of the room.
My head was spinning dizzily; it felt like I had the worst migraine of my life. I was still hunched down on the floor, but now I was clutching my head and squeezing my eyelids shut. I was lost in the pain that was enveloping me, luckily over the years the pain has subsided and the visions no longer hurt. But I sat there, oblivious to the world. I was until I heard a distant, muffled sound through my pounding head. My eyes shot open, my body became ravenous when it realized what the sound was. The girl still lay bound and gagged in front of me. Her eyes were full of tears and she blinked wildly as she mumbled through her gag. I immediately dove forward and she belatedly let out a muffled scream, a moment after I sunk my teeth into her neck. I wasn't even sure what I was doing; only an animalistic instinct drove me to drain her. I cared only about satisfying my craving...
Many years later, one hundred and fifty or so, was when I first ran into the werewolves of Darius' clan. My sire and I were praying in a temple to Set. I held tightly onto the leather pouch as I quietly chanted to myself. With my eyes still closed, I let the stones spill out onto the stone floor. Suddenly a howl echoed through the temple, it caused me to jump to my feet and my eyes flicked open. I turned to see a large werewolf tackling Amenhotep and through it's inertia they both continued forward until they smashed into the ground. I drew my dagger and rushed at the hunched back. I plunged it in until I felt it crash into a rib. The werewolf howled in anger and as it reared back, I lost my grip on the blade. It turned its massive bulk towards me, it moved faster than I would have thought possible. Blood and saliva dripped from its canine snout, Amenhotep's blood dripped from its teeth. I lashed out with my serpentine tongue, slashing its face. The vermin yelped as its flesh ripped open. Now its own blood streamed down its snout. I jumped backwards as it clawed at my chest. My skin began to harden and turn into a mottled scaly hide as I forced my body to prepare for the harsh rigors of fighting a werewolf. The beast charged and I attempted to side step it. The bloody claws tore into my left arm and I let out a cry as I continued to dodge out of the hairy bulk's path. By the time it reacted and started to turn around I was already gripping onto its shoulders from behind. I sank my elongated fangs into its neck. I jumped off backwards and retreated a few steps. I spit what blood I accidentally drew into my mouth out; I didn't want that filth in me. It turned around and charged me, but as it drew closer and closer I could see it start to slow down and sway. About five feet in front of me it came crashing down at my feet. The beast's body began to spasm uncontrollably and foam began to drip from its mouth. I stepped forward and pulled my dagger from its back.
I walked over to Amenhotep's motionless corpse. Once I was upon him I realized he was still conscious, but barely. Waste not, want not...I knelt down over him and bit into his neck. After I emptied him of all of his blood I continued to draw from him until I felt his power coursing through me. His body crumbled and vanished into nothingness. I laid back on the stone floor, closed my eyes, and allowed my skin to return to normal. After a while I realized it would be best for me to get back to my haven before that wretched Ra broke the horizon. I gathered my belongings and right as I was about to gather my stones up into their pouch I remembered that I never actually read them. I glanced down at them and a vision rushed through me. I seen glimpses of a werewolf, then Amenhotep's lifeless body, and lastly I seen myself lying on the floor with a blood rear aura pulsing around me. Interestingly enough, I had seen what had just transpired. When I had cast the stones it was still the future but since I had not looked at them yet I had not received the vision. I let out a chuckle as I scooped the stones up and put them into their bag. Standing up I made my way to the entrance. Why did this werewolf attack us...I must find out why.
I spent the next few weeks trying to find out why the werewolf attacked. Eventually it became known to me that the werewolf was one that belonged to the clan of the mythical beast called Darius. Darius was supposedly one of those bastard Greeks who turned werewolf and had delusions of power. I attained all of this information through a Nosferatu contact that lived in Alexandria. The contact said he could find information on his kin, but not so much on a real werewolf named Darius. Supposedly he was an elder werewolf, or so some rumors claim. But why would he be after Amenhotep or me, which is the burning question. Either way this band of animals was going to pay for attacking me. And it allowed a little retribution, I may be a vampire, but I'm still an Egyptian. Every Egyptian has some sort of negative feelings towards the damned Greeks, for years they have held control over us and keep pressing their culture upon us. Killing a Greek is fun, killing a werewolf is exhilarating. Killing a clan of Greek werewolves is ecstasy.
I spend the years leading up to my imprisonment tracking down leads and hunting down Darius' kin. I tried to keep a low profile for two reasons; one, I wanted to be the predator and not the prey and two, I did not want any vampires to sense my diablerie for the time after my sire's unfortunate demise. I needed to wait for the stain to disappear. Eventually I found a good lead on Anaxagoras' location, not his kin, the elder werewolf himself. I had a chance to splinter his kin; I had a chance to kill their leader.
I followed one of his offspring to a dark alley in Thebes one night. He didn't notice me slinking in the shadows behind him as he moved a false stone block and began to crawl in. At least I thought he didn't notice me but I was being led into a trap. Looking back on it now I realize how it was much too easy. I left and came back to that spot an hour later. I quietly removed the block and slid in. As I did so I transformed my body into a ten foot long cobra. Slowly moving down the dark tunnel, I made my way forward tasting the air for any signs of werewolves. Three distinct tastes floated in the air. There were definitely werewolves about. I silently inched forward through the tunnel until I could see torch light flickering at the end of it. As I approached I could see partly into a very large open room. I got as close as I could to the edge of the tunnel trying to smell what was and where in the room everything was. A clawed hand clamped down onto my snout and I felt my entire length getting whipped out of the tunnel. I went sprawling across the room and once I hit the stone floor I began to turn into my snake skinned-human form. I stood up to see four werewolves in the room, three bearing down on me. The one in the back was gigantic and held a stake in his hand. He yelled at me to not worry, and that my gift cannot be allowed to help the Setites keep control of the lands of Egypt. I dove at the nearest werewolf because I figured I might as well take out as many as I could before I went down...