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I slowly opened my eyes and saw that I
was lying down in an endless field of scarlet paintbrush wildflowers. I
gasped at its beauty as I stood up and took in my surroundings. Tall
hills rolled in every direction and the sea of flowers summited them as
well. Where am I? I turned slow circles where I stood, trying
to gauge where I was, but I had never seen this place before; I had
never seen a place as breathtaking as this in my entire life.
I bent down and softly trailed my
fingers over the dewy tops of the flowers as I slowly walked through
them. Water droplets kissed each petal and shined and shimmered like
diamonds in the bright morning sun.
How did I get here? I thought
back as hard as I could, trying to remember. Slowly, memories of pain
and blood flashed through my mind. I remembered looking up at Archer
from my place in his arms and I gasped audibly as I recalled my painful
death.
“I’m dead,” I whispered to myself as I
looked around at the wildflower field again. It was so beautiful and
could only mean one thing. “I made it to heaven?”
“No, child,” Amun said behind me and I whipped around as I fearfully clutched my hands to my chest. “Do not be afraid, Damu. I mean you no harm.”
“I-Is this one of your dreams?” I asked unsteadily. “Am I dreaming?”
“Something like that,” Amun nodded his head. “You are evolving, my precious.”
I suddenly remembered the last few words Archer and Trey spoke before I slipped into unconsciousness.
“Oh my God. Her eyes.” “She’s transforming. She’s turning.”
“Her eyes are completely pitch black. They look just like…him.”
Anger coursed through me as my hands fisted tightly down at my sides. “What did you do to me?!” I roared.
“I gave you eternal life, Damu,” he said as he slowly walked toward me, a look of absolute calm on his face. “You should be grateful, not angry.”
“You stole my life from me and you expect me to be grateful for it?!” I seethed. “Why? Why!”
“My son, the only other one I have ever
sired, is long dead,” he explained as he stepped up to me and stopped.
“It was time I sired another.”
“BUT WHY ME?!” I begged in a yell. “Why couldn’t you just leave me alone?!”
“Child,” he tsked, growing impatient.
“I have given you a gift. Soon you will rise and take your place beside
me. Rest in the fact that you will be at peace once your
transformation is fully complete. You will obey me in all affairs and
do so gladly. I am now your father, Nisiqtu, and soon I will be your husband.”
“Over my dead body,” I growled angrily as I started to back away.
“Too late,” he grinned as he thoughtfully tapped his index finger on his lips.
I turned and quickly began walking
through the endless field of flowers. I didn’t know where I was going; I
just knew I wanted to get as far away from him as possible.
“Precious,” Amun called affectionately
in sing-song behind me. “There is much to discuss. Your transformation
will soon be complete. Do you not have questions for me?”
I stopped in my tracks and took a deep
breath as I closed my eyes. I did have questions; I had so many, many
questions. I swallowed hard, squared my shoulders, and turned around. I
marched back over with purpose and stopped a few feet from him. He was
smiling affectionately at me and it was really starting to piss me off.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I growled as I crossed my arms over my chest.
“I cannot resist,” he shrugged, a sly smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “You are breathtaking when you are angry.”
“I wish everyone would stop saying
that,” I huffed as I threw my long red hair over my shoulder. “Are you
really going to answer my questions?” I asked, cocking one eyebrow. “No
games, just truth.”
“Of course, child.”
I took another deep breath and gathered
my thoughts. I was really angry at him, but I knew I needed to play it
cool if I wanted to get the answers I desperately needed.
“How is this possible?” I asked,
fighting off the sting of tears. “How can I be turning into what you
are? What did you do to me and when did you do it?”
Amun deliberately took a few steps
toward me and offered me his elbow. “Walk with me.” I fought the urge
to recoil as I hesitantly threaded my arm with his. We silently began
strolling through the field; the only sound was Amun’s contented sigh. I
had just opened my mouth to ask my questions again, when Amun finally
spoke up.
“It is lonely...wandering this Earth
alone,” he said quietly. “At first, I only desired you for your ties to
the Day Walkers. But, as time passed, you began to fascinate me.
Granted, you still need to be broken, but with a little work, you will
be spectacular. The first thing we should adjust is that mouth of
yours, though. Your defiance will only cause my anger. You are to be
submissive to me in all matters.”
“Submission is not in my nature,” I bit
out through gritted teeth. What I really wanted to do was rip his
eyeballs out, but I held my temper. I wanted answers first…then I’d
kill him.
“Oh, it will be, Nisiqtu,” he
chuckled. “When you awaken, you will experience love for me and it will
be overwhelming to you at first. You will immediately want to please
me in all things, above all else. You will see, my precious. I told
you that one day you would not hate me.”
I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes as
I took a deep breath. I silently prayed for patience. I was going to
kill him before I got my answers, I was sure of it.
Amun chuckled as he heard my thoughts. “Sittu, Damu,”
he said gently as he stopped and faced me. He lightly stroked my hair
and I fought the urge to scream. “I will answer your questions.” We
began walking again and he bent down to pick a flower as he continued.
“When you were in my captivity, I will admit, you were not supposed to
live. I had planned to have Martin drain you when we no longer needed
you to lure in the Day Walkers. The situation changed, though. I
decided to use you as my failsafe since you were extremely close with
them. It was the perfect plan, really. Should they escape me, you
would eventually turn into what I am and kill them for me. Phase two of
my plan is almost complete. Soon you will awaken and you will
accomplish what you are designed to do.”
I shook my head in shock and denial. “You can’t make me hurt them. I won’t do it. I won’t, Amun.”
“You will,” he said simply as he turned
and gently inserted the stem of the scarlet wildflower into the hair
above my ear. “I command it and you are driven to obey me. You will
see…when you awaken, you will have no choice.”
“I’ll just kill myself,” I whispered to myself.
“You cannot, my precious,” he sighed.
“My essence is within you. I am a part of you and you a part of me.
Since I do not wish to die, neither will you. I know this is hard to
understand right now, but you will be content with me. You will not
only be my child, but I intend to make you my mate…my wife. Ankida was
the last mate I had and that was thousands of years ago. It is time I
moved on and who better to do it with. You are beautiful, fierce, and
you will give me your undying loyalty. We will rule this world
together, Nisiqtu, and we will begin with Archer’s death.”
“I don’t want to be your wife!” I
yelled, trying to jerk my arm back from his. “I’ll never be yours. I
hate you and I always will. Nothing you say or do to me will change
that.”
Amun flashed to grab both of my arms
above the elbows and he held me tightly. His grip was strong and I
whimpered in pain. “You will love me!” he growled, his eyes turning
black with anger. “You will be my mate and you will submit to me
completely! You have no choice. I am within you. My soul is a part of
you, and it is becoming one with yours as we speak.”
“No,” I cried, hot tears finally sliding down my cheeks. “How?”
Amun pulled me to his chest and cradled
my head. My body was rigid with fear and anger, but a part of me
relished his touch. It was everything I could do not to lean into him.
“When you were chained in the
underground tomb, I shared a part of myself with you,” he explained
gently as he stroked my hair. “I blew my essence into you; shared my
very soul. I combined a part of it with yours. I did not think it
would take as long as it did, though. It took you a full month before
you entered the final stage of the transformation process.”
He BLEW his essence into me? Shared his soul with me? I
immediately thought back to my time in the basement, picking through my
memories to find when that event took place. The only thing I could
come up with was the dream I had where Amun blew a thick smoke the color
of desert sand into my lungs. I remembered the horrible, Acid-like
pain I felt and I swallowed hard as I grabbed my throat. It wasn’t a dream?
“Yes, precious,” Amun smiled. “I see
you remember now. I have been waiting rather impatiently for the moment
where my essence would finally overtake your own, causing you to either
die in your sleep or for you to be injured enough to spark the catalyst
of your rebirth. It took you long enough. I have never shared my
essence with anyone before, truth be told, I didn’t know how long it
would take. My son before you was given my blood.
Your rebirth is the first of its kind,
Skye. You are not merely my daughter…you are a part of me. The anger,
the rage you have been feeling? That was me. When you attempted to
kill me in your dream, I saw your full potential. Your murderous rage
was breathtaking. You are very beautiful, Skye. You will become my
partner in war and my lover in bed. We will have our revenge and then
make love atop the carnage we leave behind.”
I jerked out of his arms and ran as fast as I could away from him.
“There is nowhere for you to go,” he laughed directly behind me. “You are in a dream state I control.”
I didn’t care what he said; I just knew
that I had to get away from him…away from the godless creature he was
turning me into.
Suddenly, I was tackled from behind and I
went sprawling on the ground as a rush of air left my lungs. I rolled
over and began kicking and punching wildly at Amun.
“Damu, stop!” he yelled, the
black abyss swallowing the whites of his eyes again. “Stop defying me!
You will be mine, do you hear me? You will be mine!”
A few seconds later, he had me in
complete submission. His hands were holding mine over my head and he
had his lower body covering my legs, keeping them immobile.
“Please,” I began to cry. “Please, just
kill me.” The words I spoke sparked some memory within me and I
swallowed my sob with difficulty. “W-Wait. I-I asked Archer to kill
me. He-He drained me…I felt it. How am I dreaming of you if I’m
supposed to be dead? The dead don’t dream, do they?”
Amun smiled sinisterly. “The Day Walker
was most likely too late. My essence has slowly been changing you over
the course of weeks. Even if he drained you, I doubt you would
completely die. He would have to decapitate, dismember, burn you
completely and scatter the ashes to the four corners of the earth to
make sure you did not rise again. It is very hard to kill us, Nisiqtu. We are stronger, faster, smarter, and deadlier than them.”
“Please, Amun. I don’t want to be like
you. I don’t want to be a vampire at all,” I pleaded desperately as my
tears fell anew.
“Child,” he said gently, even though his
eyes were still black with anger. “You and I are not vampires.
Vampires were created when I turned my son using my blood. You were not
given my blood; you were given a part of my soul.”
My face started to tingle as I looked up at Amun. “What do you mean you aren’t a vampire? What are you then?”
Amun’s eyes got wide as he looked down
as me. His hands scrambled to grab onto me and I realized he wasn’t
holding me anymore.
“What is this?!” he roared angrily, his eyes frantic.
I looked down and saw that my body was rapidly fading. I gazed up at Amun questioningly as the dream started to melt.
“Something is interfering!” he yelled, his voice teeming with rage as he desperately tried to grab onto me. “No! No! Nisiqtu! I will come for you!”
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L. McCoy resides in the beautifully weird city of Austin, Texas with
her opinionated Pekiweenie Isabel and handsome husband Kenny. She has
always been a passionate reader and enjoys watching movies, traveling,
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