I warped myself into another corridor, not realizing that it would be the entrance to a bigger room. There was a silent vibration stretching towards my figure, something monstrous - evil. I could feel the vibration rumbling down towards my stance. I closed my eyes trying to focus on the sound. It was big, warrior like. There was no hesitation in the move, it was like a scorpion – directed; pointed – ready to fight. My minds objection at this time was to get out of here. In order for this “EVIL” to be destroyed, I needed help. I had to gather what I knew. It would be hard, there would be a lot regrets, a lot of pain but worth it in the end I tried to convince myself. If I could just get to South Africa, If I could survive until I reached home, there would be hope for all of us.
I tried to refocus my gaze, concentrate on my next move but I was frozen. Around the corner was the silent sliding of silk, red I imagined. There was the faint odour of something that was old and clammy, something that was hidden away for decades. I crouched down in readiness, pulling back my lips, unveiling my teeth. A slow hiss ran across my dry lips, it was a breath.
I stalled waiting for just the right time, the right place; the right glance. She slid even close and I finally reacted towards her presence. Sekhmet, I gasped as I stared at her bloodthirsty eyes. She had been feeding and there were small droplets of thick blood, tumbling down the curves of her vicious warrior like grin.
Check mate – the thought ran down my mind. And it that instance I knew that’s what I had to believe , what I should have considered, but my body reacted in defense and I bounced off warping into the wall.
The chase was on, I could feel it with every move I made, every vibration I concentrated on bouncing into the air as I reached another wall. The party grew the followers towards my departure. I had to be stopped was the thought on every follower as I passed every passage. The pyramid is like a maze, a constant daze of passage upon passage until oblivion.
I tried to remember what it was that I was fighting for, why I had a purpose, worried that the one thing that could help me continue might also be the one thing that could end it all. My thoughts were not safe nor was my existence.
I continued bouncing of the walls, up and up through corridor upon corridor stretching my warp with every contact I made. It was like wind swishing through passages with my body turning into a gazillion pieces of dust speckles as soon as I rebounded. Whilst the actual deed might have been confusing to the human eye, it might be perceived as dust – a whirlwind nothing much to worry about, but to this creature, this entire guard it was much more. It was the uncovering of a million stories, a truth on a big global connection.
The truth about our existence.
While my thoughts where rumbling soaking up everything I had learned I continued my flight towards the edge where I could smell fresh air. Dry air. An outcome.
The swishing sound running behind me started sounding like a swarm of bees. I laughed inwardly at this comparison, since my escape would be just like that – the opening of a beehive, the cracking of a can of worms. What everyone perceived as symbolism down in history actually had meaning. Physical meaning.
What everyone perceived as symbols from history, comparisons on everyday life was actually very much alive. I could feel HER need to stop me, her red eyes following my every move. Her “lionistic” eagerness oozed out of every opening and tried to intoxicate my mind, and in the moment when I thought, I was never going to reach the end, when I wanted to turn around in surrender my mind conjured up that penetrating gaze. GREEN EYES, GREEN GLARE welcoming me, encouraging me, helping me.
The gaze pulled me through the last stretch, the last leap, the last warp and suddenly I was outside. I leaped down to the ground stretching for an opening, a clearing, a way out.
My body slumped to the ground like a magnet becoming one again and I knew I had little time to move. The earth vibrated underneath my body’s completion, like a sandstorm the ground started to tremble and roll towards where I stood.
Concentration made my body quiver as I tried one last time to warp to a different place and not just to a further space.
The mass force that came for me was similar to what she was known for through history. I could feel her vengeance towards human kind, her hate to engulf everything that poses a threat towards her gods; I could feel her lust, her infatuation for blood, for destruction. Mingled in between all of that was the clear resentment of betrayal. How her own kind had gone against what she had been created for; how they tricked her into becoming something different.
Yet, her loyalty remained. After everything, she was still the one that was summoned to protect the real vampiric society and all its internal mysteries. This time however her wrath would not be pointed at humanity, but to her own kind, which would go down in history.
Knowing that her vengeance was ancient and now even more directed was enough to blast my warp into something I had never experienced. Without entirely being able to focus, I refocused my mind and jolted into an enclosed apartment overlooking the Nile.
A glimmer of the moon reflected on the water in calm notion creating the affect that nothing was wrong. There was no war, no following; nothing to be worried about. I glided to the edge of the window flustered by the exertion my body had just gone through. I have never felt as tired yet as revived. It was as if my mind wanted to reject what my body craved and that was action; adrenaline a subject to attack. My mind however was going through its own turmoil. It rejected my bodies’ requests; it wanted to succumb to darkness.