Amon's Story
She hadn’t had a place to call home in what seemed years. The only memory she had was of wandering. She was kindred, or so she assumed. She didn’t ever remember being a mortal, that's why she said she was kindred. She went where she felt, staying in one place or the other for a little. She never made any real friends, but then she never tried. On the rare occasion when someone asked her name, she replied Amon. She knew that Amon was the Egyptian sun god, and the god of life, and she wished she remembered her life. That’s why she chose Amon.
She normally stuck with Europe, and was especially drawn to Paris, though why, not even she knew. Egypt interested her too, but for some reason she never went there. She always got a weird feeling when she thought of going there, and she trusted her instinct more than anything. So she stayed away from Egypt and stuck with Europe. She didn’t know what year it was, she didn’t really care. All she remembered was waking up after a long sleep, and then roaming aimlessly. There were a few places she returned to regularly, and I guess they liked her there. But then who really knows what others feel. One place in particular that she visited often was a place called the Vampire Inn. She never knew why exactly she kept going back, and to this day she still doesn’t. Maybe it was because she liked the bloodwyne, or maybe because she felt she was welcome there, though whether she really was or not, no one knows.
She watched as the Vampire Inn changed owners time and time again, listening to the petty squabbles and arguments of the regulars to the place. It was the first place that she had been that she could call a few people friends. But friendships rarely last forever. Amon learnt that the hard way. People you may call friends can turn into backstabbers, or they can leave you right when you need them most. But I’m jumping ahead in my story. A few of the people she met there whom she called a friend aren’t really even worth mentioning. Those few whom she did meet there, and actually liked, come up later in this story, and were rather important. But no matter how many people were around her, she always felt isolated. She never really felt like part of anything. She put on a happy face when people were around her, but it was almost always false.
Eventually a woman by the name of Agemf wandered into the Vampire Inn. Amon really paid no attention to her at first, but then she came to her. Agemf claimed she knew Amon, and had been looking for her for ages. Amon, not remembering anything of her own past did not know what to think. Agemf claimed to be Amon’s older, mortal sister. She told her a story of how, when she was young, a vampire had attacked her home and killed all her family but her and her younger sister. Agemf claimed that they were separated and, after her own vampyric change and escape, had begun her search for her sister.
Amon didn’t know what to think. She wanted to believe what was told, but was unsure. But even with her own doubts, she was eerily drawn toward Agemf. She put it in her mind that what she heard was true. She had a past finally. She was Agemf’s younger sister. She had been a mortal. Agemf and Amon became pretty close and they began to wander together. Neither of them really liked the Vampire Inn all that much, so they never stayed that long. Sure, there was a select few whom Amon actually did like from there, but in the majority she didn’t. In their wanderings they became closer to other roamers, particularly one they had met in the Vampire Inn by the name of Louis Archbow. Amon had known him by the name Lestat Lioncourt for a short time, and she still doesn’t really know who he really was.
Amon and Agemf found themselves in Paris at one point, Amon’s favorite city. Amon had kept a secret about Paris from Agemf, but that was only because she intended on showing her. Amon, in her solitary wanderings of her past, had acquired a run down, old inn. It was the only piece of property that Amon owned, and she wanted to fix it up. Whenever Amon was in Paris, this was where she stayed, it was her home. This was where Amon took Agemf, and this is where they ended up staying for longer and longer periods of time. They decided they should make the inn open to the public, but first they needed a name. Now Amon had seen this place in Paris by the name of Theatre des Vampire. She kinda liked the name, so she came up with the name for her inn from that. However she always liked spelling vampyre in the old way, thus Inn des Vampyre. It was this name that she opened her inn up under.
This was how it was for a while, but Amon always wanted more. Some of the people from the Vampire Inn began coming to her Inn. She really didn’t mind it when the people she liked came, but the more the other people came, the more aggravated she got. Many of the Vampire Inn people thought they should have the same power at the Inn des Vampyre as they received at the Vampire Inn. Amon saw the pattern beginning to emerge that she saw before with the many times the Vampire Inn exchanged ownership. Amon didn’t like this at all and set out to do something about it.
What Amon decided to do was to make a clan. She and Agemf had thought about it before, but only to be a family. Amon as unsure about it at first, but then she finally decided on it. That was how the Sanguis Divus Akin was formed. Yes it was so that Amon and Agemf had a family, and only people they were close to were invited to be part of the SDA. But another major reason was so that Amon always had her home under her ownership. Amon never intended on being a ruler or leader of anything. She was a co-founder of the SDA, not the founder. But that ended up changing drastically in the future.
How the SDA was originally organized was that there was no definite ruler or leader. Instead there was supposed to be a council of three or four individuals. That council would make any decisions regarding the clan itself. There were two distinct titles, the Head of Defense and a Head of Recruitment. Amon was the Head of Recruitment and Agemf the Head of Defense.
Agemf, being the Head of Defense never really did anything. Amon was the spokesperson of the clan it seemed. If anyone had a problem, she was the one they would complain to. Amon took on responsibility after responsibility, slowly becoming the leader, despite the fact that she didn’t want to.
The first member to join the SDA was Louis Archbow, but he changed his name to Eurythros at one point in time. Eury was the one who brought in the most members, since he seemed to be the one who knew the most people. Also the people that Amon knew, she didn’t really want in the SDA anyway. Even with the members the Eury brought in, the SDA was still a small clan, no more than 10 members really. It was like this for a while, and Amon thought she was content, but she slowly started to feel isolated again. Agemf was spending most of her time with Isamu, a member Eury had brought in. And Eury was spending most of his time with another SDA member, an annoying fairy by the name of Sasha, whom Amon never really liked. The remaining members were Blazed and Oz, whom were married, and Spitti. Amon actually liked Spitti, but they hardly saw each other. Despite that, and arguments in the future, Amon always felt closer to Spitti then anyone else. At the time she didn’t know why, she just did.
In her isolation Amon thought allot, particularly about dreams she had been having. This dream really disturbed her, though she told no one about it. The reason she told no one was because it contradicted what she believed her past to be. Agemf had said that a vampire had attacked her family, and that she had a younger sister. But in the dream, a demon had attacked Amon’s family, and she didn’t have an older sister, but a twin. Also in this dream, Amon was still a child, not in her teens like Agemf had said. The dream would then jump to when Amon was in her teens, she was a slave and all that her dream showed was her child being taken away from her. It didn’t even show who or what had taken her child. Then the dreams skipped to her being turned into a vampire. She didn’t even see the slaveholder, or her sire. The next part of the dreams was when she met Agemf, but Agemf was not Agemf. She was a man whom seemed eerily familiar to her, with warm brown eyes and long dark hair. Agemf would appear like this for a second and then go back to how she normally looks. Agemf would then say something that Amon would never be able to forget. “You cannot escape your fate Mania. The past will always come back to haunt you, and the truth is more painful then the lie.”
Amon would always wake up at that moment, but she didn’t dare tell a soul. She was content with how her life was whether she was happy or not. She knew the dream meant something, but she didn’t want to believe it. Amon just thought nothing of the dream and pushed it away, but this was only the beginning of her dreams.
Amon kept having this dream, and every time it would get to the part with Agemf, she would appear to be less and less herself. Eventually it got to the point that Agemf never appeared, it would just be the man. Whenever she would awake she would forget how he looked, other than dark hair and dark eyes.
Amon stopped sleeping because of this dream, and for a while it worked. She forgot all about the dream. But then the dream began to leak into reality. Amon thought she was just over tired, because she would look at Agemf and see the man in the dream for a moment, then Agemf. Amon passed it off as delirium, but unconsciously began avoiding Agemf. Amon didn’t really know if people noticed her peculiar behavior, but then wasn’t all there.
After maybe about three of four days and nights like this, perhaps more, Amon finally passed out. She was in the den of her inn, reading a book that Eury was letting her borrow. No one was around when any of this happened, it was just Amon and the book. She dozed off, knowing to expect the dream, which she got, but not the same dreams she had been having.
This dream began with Amon walking in complete darkness, she could not even see her own feet. She walked along carefully, not sure what to expect with her next step. Despite trying to be careful, she tripped over something, falling to her hands and knees. She sat down, holding her knee, which had acquired a scrape. She heard something behind her and looked, only to find the demon in her previous dream that had attacked her family. Amon scrambled to her feet and began to run, but to no avail. The demon grabbed her by the waist, carrying her off like a rag doll. This was when Amon realized she was about two years old. She tried to squirm around and get free, but the demon had too good a grip on her. She was thrown in a cage and was once again veiled in complete darkness.
She put a hand to her knee, which was still bleeding from the fall earlier. She slowly stood up, a pain coming to her waist from the demons grip. She looks to herself, seeing that she seemed to be about 16 or 17 now. Still holding an arm to her bruised ribs she began to walk forward, only for a wooden shack to appear around her. She looks around, feeling a little tug on the old tattered dress she was wearing. She looked down to see a little boy, no older than 2, reaching up to Amon to be picked up. “Mommy’s stomach is sore honey, I can’t pick you up right now.” The little boy’s eyes welled up with tears and Amon gave in, reaching down and picking up her son. Amon kissed the boy on his forehead and once again everything went black.
The next thing she knew was that she was outside with her son in her arms. Everything was on fire and she was trying to get away. Suddenly someone tore Amon’s son from her arms. She feel to her knees, her face, legs and arms blacked from the dirt and smoke, and cried out at the loss of the only thing that mattered to her. IT was then that she felt someone grab her arm harshly and jerk her away. She turned to find a man with long gray hair, but he wasn’t old. He had a wolfs paw tattoo on his shoulder, and as he dragged her he said something about her trying to escape when he owned her. She was dragged into a house and then into a room. She pleaded with him to go after her son.
“Please sir! Just get him back. He is the only thing that matters to me!” she said, her face stained with tears.
“Don’t worry about that one Desteria. You’ll have another one soon enough,” the man said as he locked the door. “Don’t you ever try to get away again,” was the last thing he said before it all went black again.
Amon stayed in a daze for a few days, not really comprehending or remembering anything that was said. When she finally came to, she realized what story had emerged of what happened to her. Amon didn’t remember what she had said of what happened, but everyone believed that Memnoch had attacked Amon because he wanted the book Amon was borrowing from Eury. Amon still didn’t want to believe or say what Memnoch had showed her, so she just went along with what others believed. But no matter how hard she tried to push it back and out of her memories, Memnoch’s words echoed through her mind like a ringing in her ears.
She could not escape him, he was everywhere it seemed. In her thoughts, in everyone that surrounded her, in everything. She could not even bear to look at Agemf anymore. Everyone around her must have thought her insane, and who could blame them? She didn’t sleep, she spoke to no one but herself, and she pushed away any that would try to help her. She just sat there, listening to Memnoch’s words ring through her thoughts. Amon knew she could not escape him, and in the end she gave up on trying. His voice echoed through her head night in and night out, until on night when she awoke, nothing. Her mind was clear.
She arose to her feet and began to go to see who was in the Inn when someone called her from behind. She knew his voice well and did not even turn to face him, not wanting to delve deeper into her apparent madness.
“What is it that you want?” she replied, still facing the door.
“Please Amon, turn around. You have no reason to fear me.”
“Oh I do not fear you Memnoch,” she replied with a smirk, turning to look at him. Her gaze fell upon him, sitting on a chair she had placed near her resting-place. He had his hands clasped before him, slightly hunched over, leaning on his elbows, which rested on his knees. His dark hair fell about his face, his warm brown eyes fixated on her, and as Amon looked to him, her eyes became locked with his.
“If you do not fear me, what is it that you fear?” he asked, still looking at her. Amon could not tear her gaze away from him. His eyes seemed to peer right into her soul.
“I... I fear what... what else you could show me,” she managed to sputter out, still unable to look away from his unwavering gaze. He lowered his gaze from her, Amon finally being able to look away from him. He rose to his feet, looking back to her, but she kept her gaze to the floor. She felt him as he walked toward her, stopping only a few steps in front of her. He looked down at her.
“You fear the truth then?”
“I fear what I do not know, just as any other person would,” she said as she looked back towards him. Amon felt once again safe and peaceful in his presence. She looked back into his eyes, seeing the red accents mixed into the brown.
“Come with me,” he said, holding a hand toward her. Amon just stared at him, hesitant. “Amon, I guarantee you that you will remain safe with me. I will
not harm you.” She just stared at him, wanting to say she would go, but still a bit worried and afraid to. Memnoch’s face seemed to sadden a bit, then grew serious.
“Amon please, I ask you just this once. Please, trust in me. I shall never ask this of you again if you feel I have betrayed your trust.”
Amon stared into his eyes for some time, then lowered her gaze to his hand as she placed her hand into his. The room seemed to melt away around them as he closed his fingers about her hand. When Amon looked around, they were surrounded by complete darkness, there didn’t even seem to be ground beneath their feet. She took a breath and looked up to him
“And what vision of my forgotten past are you going to show me this time?” His eyes seemed to have a hint of sadness in them for a moment, then a faint smile came across his face.
“If you don’t mind, I was thinking of showing you something else.”
A look of confusion crossed Amon’s face, then she slowly nodded. She didn’t know why she trusted him so much, she just did. She just felt safe with him, despite all that happened before. Memnoch smiled once again, seeing her nod. He pulled her close and wrapped an arm around her. Everything went black, and Memnoch set out to show Amon what he intended to show her.
What Memnoch showed her, not even I can say. Not out of fear, but out of respect. What I can say is that Memnoch showed Amon what he went through during his own existence, the details of which, as I said before, shall remain secret. Amon didn’t believe it, she didn’t want to believe it. She didn’t want to believe anything but what Agemf had told her. She wanted things to go back to the way they were before the first dream.
“No, it’s not true. It’s all a lie. Just.... just leave me alone!” Amon said, pushing away from Memnoch. Memnoch stood there, watching her.
“You know it’s the truth. What more proof do you need?”
“I don’t know," she said with a shake of her head.” Why the hell did you choose to show me all this?”
“Because you are strong. Your soul is strong. Your bloodline is strong, both vampyrically and mortally.”
Amon stood there with her back to him, shaking her head.
“ I’m not strong. I may act like I am, but I’m not,” she said with a sigh. She smirked a bit.” People always see me as such a strong person, a leader. I never wanted to be a leader. I just wanted to be part of a family.”
“But you have a family Amon.”
“They aren’t really my family. You showed me that.”
“So now you believe me?”
She thought a bit, then shook her head. “No.”
Memnoch sighed some, she could hear it. She imagined him standing behind her, his head down, his hair falling about his face. She turned to look at him, and that was how she found him. She took a few steps toward him.
“I’m sorry. I just... don’t want to believe what you’re telling me. I don’t even know if what your saying is true.”
“You know there is one way for you to know for sure," he said as he raised his gaze back toward her. She looks at him, knowing that he was offering her his blood. She shook her head and looked back down.
“It wouldn’t work.”
“It always works, it’s part of your blood. It’s part of what makes you who you are.”
Amon just stood there, staring at the ground.
“Don’t you want to know the truth Amon? Don't you want to know if there is at least one person in your life that you know has told you nothing but the truth? This is what I am offering you Amon. It is up to you to take the opportunity.” Amon continued to stand there, staring toward the floor. Memnoch took a few steps toward her, stopping a few steps before her.
“Amon look at me.”
She raised her eyes slowly toward him.
“Now look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want to know the truth.”
Amon’s eyes drifted to his and she parted her lips as they locked eyes.
“I....” was all she could utter out. She shook her head and looked back toward the ground. Memnoch reached up, placing his hands to her face, turning her face toward his. She kept her eyes away from him, staring off behind him.
“Amon,” Memnoch said, his voice becoming more commanding. “Tell me Amon. Tell me that you don’t want to know.” Amon's eyes slowly settled back on his.
“I... I can’t.”
Memnoch stared into her eyes, his hands slipping away from her face and down to his sides.
“Then what is holding you back?” he asked her. She stood there, staring at him, not saying a word. Thoughts raced through her head. If he were telling the truth, she would have someone to trust, but at the same time it would destroy all she believed. She was afraid of that. Memnoch shook his head and turned away from her.
“You fear too much.”
Amon stared at him as he turned away from her, thinking. She narrows her eyes slightly hearing his remark of her being too fearful. Amon ran her tongue along one of her fangs as she turned back to look at him. She stood there, a few feet away from him watching Memnoch, the words sinking in, her gaze on him as if he was prey. He stood there, looking off somewhere, his back to her. Perhaps he was doing it because he knew what she would do, or that he just hoped he knew what she would do. Amon looked away from him, thinking, then she just threw her thoughts away, letting the bestial side of her taking over. She turned back toward Memnoch and ran at him jumping onto his
back, sinking her teeth into his neck, puncturing the skin. A gush of warm red blood spurted into her mouth, it burning as it hit her mouth. Her eyes flashed red as she jerked back and away from him, the blood playing all that she had seen of his past through her mind. She swallowed the blood, it scorching her insides as it went down. Amon coughed, falling to her knees, holding her throat. Memnoch turned to her, he not even flinching when she had jumped on him. The wound on his neck was already gone, as if it wasn’t even there, a soft smile playing on his face. He kneeled down next to her, pushing her hair away from her face.
“Do you have your proof?”
She stayed there on her hands and knees, shaking as the blood coursed through her veins. Images of Memnoch’s past flashed before her eyes, memories that were locked up in his blood. All he told her of his past that she refused to believe where proven true through that crimson liquid.
Amon shook her head, the visions repeating over and over before her. She now knew them to be true, and she couldn’t deny it. The blood coursed through her veins like fire, a fire that wouldn’t subside in the slightest. She barely moved, her labored breath the only sound. Her pale blue eyes slowly raised when she felt a hand on her shoulder, her eyes meeting Memnochs, kneeling before her, watching her in an almost loving way.
“It isn’t going to stop. Not until it runs it’s course. Your going to change Amon.”
“What are you talking about?” she asked. Memnoch smiled and helped her to her feet, the blood still making her dizzy as it pulsed through her veins.
“You’ll understand soon enough,” he replied. “Let me take you back to the Inn, you need your rest.”
Amon was exhausted and she didn’t even know why. She learned that the time she was gone, which seemed only a night, was actually one week. Amon seemed sick and was irritated by everyone. She was changing, the blood inside her burning, feeling as if she were being eaten from the inside out. She began to experience outbursts of rage, in which she completely blacked out, not remembering what she did. Amon became convinced that Memnoch was responsible for whatever was happening to her.
In reality, Memnoch was partly responsible for the change in Amon, yet the truth of all that would not come out for years. What had happened, was the blood she had taken in had irritated a demon deep within her that had been there since birth. It was part of her bloodline which Memnoch had spoke of, Amon just didn’t know or understand.
Amon was angry, resenting Memnoch for whatever he did. She swore if she ever saw him she would try to kill him. At the same time as this, Agemf was running around rampant, trying to cut off people’s ears, among other things. Why Agemf was acting this way, Amon never understood. Only Agemf knew.
Amon decided to speak to Agemf on the matter. Her actions were running people out of the clan. Amon herself was not of sound mind at the time, but by concentrating on one thing, such as the SDA, it gave her a hold on some type of reality. However Amon was in no state of mind to deal with things seriously.
Amon was still lost in a state of delirium when she called Agemf to her. The blood coursing through her veins was all she really knew. Subtle changes were occurring deep within her. And Memnoch was the one to blame. He had said she would change, did he not? He knew damn well what he was doing when he had allowed her to have that little bit of him. And after that was done?
Nothing, he abandoned her.
Amon sat there listening to Agemf’s excuses. She didn’t even look to Agemf, sitting there, staring at the floor, every inch of her body burning. She didn’t even hear everything she said.
“.... don’t even know what happens Amon.... the blood... they say... like a Malks...”
Amons breathing began to sound course, her eyes becoming even more pale. She kept her gaze to the floor, trying to listen to the words escaping Agemf’s mouth. She sat there with her mouth ajar, her eyes almost white, every sound she heard trailing off but the beating of her own heart. It pounded in her ears like the beating of a drum, only getting louder by the second. Amon’s eye twitched slightly as her eyes scanned along the floor, catching the shadow of someone standing over her. She heard a womans voice calling out her name as she stared at the shadow, slowly looking toward it’s source. The voice calling out her name changed as she looked closer and closer to the person
standing over her. Amon’s jaw tightened, her teeth grinding as the voice once again began to echo through her mind. She closed her eyes, looking up toward the figure, knowing just what to expect when she opened her eyes. His voice rung through her head as she opened her eyes, looking directly into his feiry brown eyes. She heard once again Agemf’s voice as Memnoch’s lips parted to speak.
“Amon...”
Amon’s eyes rolled in the back of her head as she lept out of her seat toward Memnoch, her fingers reaching out to his neck like claws. She tackled him to the floor as she sunk her teeth deep into his neck, the whole room seeming to melt away to darkness. Only one thing was on her mind as the blood filled her mouth... revenge. The blood pursed through her veins, Amon almost falling into a trance, concentrating on the blood, taking as much of it as possible. Suddenly she realized something was wrong.
Her eyes burst open as the lasst drops of blood were being pumped into her mouth. The scene reappeared around her as she looked toward the lifeless corpse before her. She saw the outline of a femal figure as her eyes came into focus. Amon scrambled in a panic as she scanned over the body, seeing the red hair strewn about her face haphazardly, her peircing green eyes staring blankly toward the ceiling.
Amon’s eyes returned to their normal ice blue as she searched the empty room for someone. She looked back toward the empty body of Agemf before her, not sure what to do. Did she even do this? She wasn’t sure. She shook her head as she stood up, backing out of the room, running out without looking back.
She didn’t know where she was going. All she knew was she needed to get away. The only place Amon could thing of going was to Eternal Sadness, Spitti’s home. The only problem with that was it was in Egypt, the place she had always avoided for some reason. Whatever it was that kept her from there, whether it was her instinct, or just something there, she went against her will.
Once she reached Egypt, an almost overwhelming sense of deja-vu came over her, as well as a warmth. It was sort of the warmnth on would feel when they returned home after having been away for years. She knew she had been here before, just not when. Amon found her way to Eternal Sadness, despite not remembering ever being there.
“You look like shit,” was the first thing out of Spitti’s mouth when Amon walked in.
“Yea... thanks...” Amon said as she walked to the bar.
“What the fuck happened to you?”
“Nothing happened to me...” Amon’s voice was soft, her look distracted. Spitti knew that something had happened, but also sensed that she didn’t want to talk about it.
“Want a drink or something?”
“Naw...” she said with a shake of her head. They sat there in silence for a little, Amon just staring at the bar.
“You know that bitch sister of yours attacked me.”
“She ain’t my sister.”
“What?”
Amon shook her head, “Nothing.”
Spitti stared at ther, confused but just put it behind her. “Well, if she ever touches me again I’m gonna fuckin kill her ass.”
Amon looked to Spitti with bloodshot eyes, her hair in a matted mess on her head. The clothes she had on was ripped and almost falling off her.
“You’ll kill her?” Spitti just nodded, not saying anything. Amon looked back to the bar.
“You gonna try to stop me Amon?”
She thought a little, then shook her head. “No... I wouldn’t interfere at all.”
“Really?” Spitti asked, surprised at her answer.
“Yeah...”
“Are you sure nothing is wrong?”
“I spoke with Agemf of how she is acting, “ Amon said, wanting to change the subject. Spitti stood there, almost speachless.
“Don’t you think it’s a little late for that Amon?” Amon looked to her, confused.
“What?”
“Amon... You, Agemf and Isamu are the only ones left in the SDA. Oz and Blazed left when they tried to cut off Opal’s ears. Eury, Sasha and everyone else left when she attacked me... Don’t you remember?”
Amon stared at Spitti, speachless. She didn’t remember any of it. It was as if she had not even really been around for the past few weeks.
“Amon... whats going on with you?”
Amon looked away from Spitti as she sat down next to her.
“They all left?”
“Yeah... they made a new clan... the Koritzu Makoto. Eury is hellbent on extinguishing any Memnoch blood in either of you.”
Amon looked to her with fierce eyes.
“ How do you know about the blood?!?!”
“Yo... You told us Amon... not to mention you have been rambling about it for weeks.”
She just stared at Spitti blankly.
“You don’t remember do you?”
Amon shook her head and looked away.
“Amon please, tell me whats going on. Maybe I can help you.”
“N... no... I don’t want to get you involved in this.”
“Involved in what?!?”
“Nothing!” Amon yelled. She stood up quickly and started to walk toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
Amon stopped, thinking, then responded, “I dunno.” She then walked out, leaving Spitti even more confused then before.
Amon left Egypt quicker then she had came. She hadn’t fedd in who knows how long. Her skin was clinging to her bones, her eyes sunk deep in their sockets. She didn’t know where she was going. In a sense she didn’t even know where she had been.
Amon found herself wandering a vast desert, nothing but sand visible for miles. She stumbled almost blindly, feeling that the sun would soon rise. She fell to her knees, not wanting to go any further. She laid there in the sand, feeling the pull of the sleep as the first rays of sun came over the horizon. She felt the sharp sting as the sun hit her flesh, feeling like a million pin pricks as her skin began to burn. She knew that without shelter she would surely perish in the afternoon sun, but she didn’t care. She welcomed it. A release from the pressures of her life, the unwanted responsibilities. She closed her eyes and prayed for that release.
She awoke in an eerily familiar place, the darkness swelling around her. It appeared that the walls were breathing, but they weren’t. She knew exactly where she was without even needing to look. She closed her eyes, an overwhelming sensation of pain shooting through her body. She tried to move her hand, clench her fist. She heard a crunching sound as another spark of pain traveled through her body. She squeezed her eyes shut tight. She knew she had been out in the sun for a good amount of time, but how long? She wanted to get up, find a mirror, see the damage, but couldn’t even bring herself to move. She just laid there, being able to think about nothing but the excruciating pain she felt. She fell in and out of consciousness. More then a few times she awoke to someone feeding her a liquid she presumed to be blood.
Slowly she began to regain her health. She was able to move some, but not without pain. She had looked to her hand once, and didn’t want to see any more. The skin on her hand was shriveled up and almost black when she had last looked. She could only assume the rest of her was the same.
In time she got to the point where she could stay up for a period of time. The first time she awoke fully she saw a person sitting in the corner of the room she was in. The man saw her, then stood up and walked out, calling someone. A minute later Memnoch walked in, a faint smile on his face. He walked over to Amon, who was now sitting up in the bed.
“Hello.”
“Hello Memnoch...”
“How are you feeling?”
“Better then I have been.”
“You look alot better.”
“Thank you.... I think.”
Memnoch sat at the edge of the bed watching her. His hair had been pulled back in a pony tail at the base of his neck.
“Can I get you anything?”
She shook her head, thinking.
“It was you who saved me?” she asked, looking to him. He nodded as she looked down. “Why?” There was a silence that passed between them.
“Was I not supposed to?”
Amon was silent, then looked to him.
“It was just a question.”
He looked away from her.
“I saved you because I wanted to.”
She watched him for a second, her anger she previously had for him diminishing, then virtually disappearing altogether. She looked down, her hand playing with a loose thread on the blanket.
“You didn’t have to.”
Memnoch looked back to her. Her skin was still dark, still dry and peeling. Her hair falilng about her face, dried and slightly grey. It looked as if she had aged a hundred years, though he knew her blood would not allow it.
“Yeah I did...” he said. She looked back to him, locking eyes with him. He smiled a bit to her, then stood up, walking toward the door. Amon followed him with her eyes, watching the door after he disappeared around it.
Memnoch didn’t know why for sure he saved her. He just felt he had to. He had grown fond of her. He cared about her, perhaps even loved her. Over all the years of watching Amon from afar, he had never expected this. He knew the power she could have, and feared it, envied it. From the beginning he had decided that if a bloodline such as hers would survive, a bloodline powerful enough to be a formidable opponent to himself had it evolved right, that he would have some power over it. He would have some say from the beginning. And he did, though he made enemies in the process, including Amon’s own father. He knew the risks he had taken. he knew the pain it would cause so many people. The thing he hadn’t anticipated on was actually caring for her.
Memnoch was torn from his thoughts by some snickering, looking toward the snickering.
“What the hell is your problem Ramirez?”
Ramirez just stared at Memnoch, trying to hold back his laughs. “You really dug yourself a deep hold Memmy, I applaude you.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Ahhh... ok. I get it. I won’t say nothing about your little crush,” he snickered again. “So what you gonna do about her sister?”
Memnoch glared at Ramirez, biting his tongue.
“I’ll tell her at the last minute when she’ll be most affected with what she’s done to her.”
Ramirez giggled, clapping some.
“Then I can go have fun with her?!?”
Memnoch stared at him, watching his eyes fill with glee. he shook his head, smirking.
“Yeah... then youc an go play with her. Just remember, you can’t tell either of them anything.”
Ramirez’s smile grew even wider.
“Like they’d believe me anyway. I’m just a pathetic creature who sold his soul and his own daughter’s for an immortal life of slaver and a Big Mac. Heheh... She wouldn’t even believe me if I told her her daughter was still alive.”
Memnoch just continued to shake his head.
“Your even worse then me sometimes.... You know that?”
“Heh... YEAH!!”
“Go watch her again Ramirez.... she’s probably asleep again by now.”
“Alright Memmy... but I know your the one who really wants to sit there and watch her.”
Memnoch pointed toward the room Amon was in.
“Go...” He watched as Ramirez went back in, snickering. Memnoch went the other way, muttering of how the other stuff he has to do is so stupid.
History Incomplete
To be written when
the time is found.