Khama'at, Priestess

My name is Khama'at, though most now call me Kharma. I am old, you see, a vampire from Egypt, and though our ways are now as old as I, I hold them true. My maker made me immortal in that age, and left me, but I am not alone. I'm never alone. Though I guard an oracle of Djehuty, I look to Sutekh for guidance. Vampire Chronicles OC, fledgling of Khayman, keeper of a prophet of Thoth. FC: Joan Smalls

[egyptiankharma]

[iam-yourqueen-deactivated201508]

"So. You would be the Queen of Heaven - this Evil Isis that I was to fear." She smiled quietly. "Funny. You look beautiful to my eyes."

The queen sneers. “You are of Khayman’s blood, turned when he gathered an army of our kind against me no doubt. If you did not think me beautiful I’d say you were blind, congratulations your eyes work perfectly.”

[egyptiankharma]

"My eyes are not the only things which work perfectly." She assured. "He made me with that intent, yes, though I never raised a hand to that purpose. Simply another made in that war who never saw action. If it is any consolation, I did not see Khayman for some three and a half thousand years." 

[voiceofthoth]

The Awakening

"Where….where am I….it’s so dark…" His voice seemed to echo in the dark room, quiet and weak as it was, and his breath gasping to make up for thousands of years of near silence. 

[egyptiankharma]

There was only a brief moment before she was down the long stairs, standing with a light in hand to guide her way and his eyes. Was she dreaming again? Was this more madness come to claim her? 

"Ankenhabpet?" 

[voiceofthoth]

His eyes drew to the light and he stared blindly at it for a long moment. His mind still sluggish, wading through centuries worth of death like sleep. “I am here…” He breathed finally, his voice only slightly stronger then before, and his words easily taking on the old language he knew before he fell into slumber. “Ma’at..?”

[egyptiankharma]

She smiled quietly, settling the torch into the metal loop against the wall. "You always were a flatterer." She mused, moving closer and kneeling in front of him. "I am Khama'at, the Priestess in the temple. I watched over you, and when you looked to die but did not decompose, I kept watch over you." She explained. 

[voiceofthoth]

The Awakening

"Where….where am I….it’s so dark…" His voice seemed to echo in the dark room, quiet and weak as it was, and his breath gasping to make up for thousands of years of near silence. 

[egyptiankharma]

There was only a brief moment before she was down the long stairs, standing with a light in hand to guide her way and his eyes. Was she dreaming again? Was this more madness come to claim her? 

"Ankenhabpet?" 

[egyptiankharma]

Old faces || Khayman&Khama'at

[benjaminthedevil]

He shook his head quickly. “Oh no! No no, I’m clearly not dead and I couldn’t possibly have hated you! I…I made many vampires in my early years, but I…I don’t think I ever stayed with any of them. If…if I stayed with you I must have loved you?” he offered, a weak smile and a shake of his head. “I…I have a house here, just outside of town. I live with a few people…an a rabbit, but it’s a large house, we could have privacy there. ” He nodded and gestured in the right direction. 

[egyptiankharma]

She nodded mutely, eyes still searching his face. She had really thought him to be…some unmentioned thing, now lost to time, and lost to her, yet here he was. The mention of love only hardened her eyes and she shook her head. “What does it matter, from what you’re saying? You don’t know me…you remember my face, but nothing of that time…” They reached the gates to his home in short order, her steps leading her inside. 

Such grand designs on revenge, ruined…now, there was only to find his life, whole and beautiful, and to see herself standing outside of it by some cruel twist. 

Suddenly, she was wondering why it was that she had appeared. 

[benjaminthedevil]

He flinched a little at her words but nodded. “I…I don’t know you, but I know myself, at least somewhat. I can see that…well…You’re the kind of woman I would be drawn to, and I trust that you’re telling me the truth. If I stayed with you for a time, then…I must have been very fond of you.” He reasoned, leading the way into the house, but before he let her inside he paused and glanced back at her.  "I live with a few people now. Both of them are probably out at the moment, but we do have a rabbit…he’s very big just…don’t call him a vermin, it hurts his feelings." He smiled lightly before opening the door and gesturing for her to enter first.

[egyptiankharma]

She watched him for a moment before stepping inside. "You came to me when I was serving the Alter of Set, as a priestess in Ombos. There were tombs near the temple - the tombs were most of what drew people through, most of what we dealt with were those in mourning, or the dead themselves..." She rubbed at her face a moment, moving to the nearest tree to sit. She didn't want to go inside yet. 

"I was tending a crypt, paying final respects to a priest who was laid to rest, when you found me there...you were inside the tomb, and before I could run, you had me by some spell..." She had thought him to be some resurrected King, handsome as he was, skin so pale, with those intense eyes...

"You persuaded me with talk of fighting evil, of fending of Isis in her madness. I succumbed to you, and you remained at my side, faithfully, for eighty seven years. One night, after something spooked you, I woke to find you gone...you ushered me to the Box and laid me to rest, and then..." Kharma waved her fingers into the wind, as if scattering dust. 

"I have spent the centuries tending the Old Religion." 

[egyptiankharma]

Old faces || Khayman&Khama'at

[benjaminthedevil]

He shook his head slowly. “I…I know that I’ve made many vampires in my time, but that was before I began to loose my mind. There are great portions of my life that I just can’t remember. There were times when I couldn’t remember my name or why I was where I was. I wandered for centuries, I…I sometimes wondered and worried that there were those I had forgotten…people I’d left behind but, I had no idea, and I had no means to find out or retrace my steps. If I’d known, If I’d remembered at all, I swear to you that I would have come back! I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…” He couldn’t bring himself to look at her, not with the shame he was feeling. His eyes cast down and he shook his head slowly.

[egyptiankharma]

Kharma’s eyes tracked his face. “I…well. I suppose…I should…start at the beginning.” She sighed. “Do you have, at least, somewhere that I might speak to you in private? I had come with every intent of breaking your face, or mauling you outright, but it seems even I can’t strike that face when its sad.” She tried for a small smile, though she looked ready to break. 

"I thought you were dead. Or that you hated me." 

[benjaminthedevil]

He shook his head quickly. “Oh no! No no, I’m clearly not dead and I couldn’t possibly have hated you! I…I made many vampires in my early years, but I…I don’t think I ever stayed with any of them. If…if I stayed with you I must have loved you?” he offered, a weak smile and a shake of his head. “I…I have a house here, just outside of town. I live with a few people…an a rabbit, but it’s a large house, we could have privacy there. ” He nodded and gestured in the right direction. 

[egyptiankharma]

She nodded mutely, eyes still searching his face. She had really thought him to be...some unmentioned thing, now lost to time, and lost to her, yet here he was. The mention of love only hardened her eyes and she shook her head. "What does it matter, from what you're saying? You don't know me...you remember my face, but nothing of that time..." They reached the gates to his home in short order, her steps leading her inside. 

Such grand designs on revenge, ruined...now, there was only to find his life, whole and beautiful, and to see herself standing outside of it by some cruel twist. 

Suddenly, she was wondering why it was that she had appeared. 

[egyptiankharma]

Old faces || Khayman&Khama'at

[benjaminthedevil]

If it were at all possible he paled just a little more, “No! No you don’t understand! Please, I meant you no offense!” He pleaded quickly in his own defense. “My mind…I’m old, dear Khama’at, my mind is addled…I…I don’t remember….not by choice, I just can’t remember great portions of my life! Please..I…I’m sorry…I’m sorry, I don’t remember…” He seemed to deflate slowly, looking to her and trying to grasp at the memories that seemed to tease him. He knew her! But…trying to catch the details was like grabbing at smoke.

[egyptiankharma]

She stared at him, trying to pull that knowledge through her mind. “Forget things…Khayman, how can eighty years have just disappeared?” She asked quietly. “You turned me, told me of a Queen and a fight, some war and an immortal world at your side, and then you were gone! I woke one night to find you gone, leaving only your things behind…I searched everywhere…” She sighed and rubbed at her face. 

"You remember nothing." 

[benjaminthedevil]

He shook his head slowly. “I…I know that I’ve made many vampires in my time, but that was before I began to loose my mind. There are great portions of my life that I just can’t remember. There were times when I couldn’t remember my name or why I was where I was. I wandered for centuries, I…I sometimes wondered and worried that there were those I had forgotten…people I’d left behind but, I had no idea, and I had no means to find out or retrace my steps. If I’d known, If I’d remembered at all, I swear to you that I would have come back! I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…” He couldn’t bring himself to look at her, not with the shame he was feeling. His eyes cast down and he shook his head slowly.

[egyptiankharma]

Kharma's eyes tracked his face. "I...well. I suppose...I should...start at the beginning." She sighed. "Do you have, at least, somewhere that I might speak to you in private? I had come with every intent of breaking your face, or mauling you outright, but it seems even I can't strike that face when its sad." She tried for a small smile, though she looked ready to break. 

"I thought you were dead. Or that you hated me." 

[egyptiankharma]

Old faces || Khayman&Khama'at

[benjaminthedevil]

He was startled by the slap and he actually staggered for a moment, holding his face where it..stung? She was strong! He stared at her for a long moment, searching her face, but there was nothing beyond it. He couldn’t hear her thoughts! He couldn’t even begin to.

"But…but that means…?? But…how? I…how old are you??" He asked before realizing just how rude that question probably was. "No! I..I mean…I only mean that I…I haven’t…not for thousands of years! Are…are you..???" Was she one of his blood?!

[egyptiankharma]

She glared quietly for a moment. “I’ve been alive since the years of Djoser and his sons, since before the Pyramids had their roots, in the Age of the Gods, and yes, I am one of yours. You held my heart in the darkness of this life for nearly a century, and vanished.” She seethed. 

"I am Khama’at of Thebes, Priestess of Set, keeper of your blood and your secrets - not that you care to recall!"  

[benjaminthedevil]

If it were at all possible he paled just a little more, “No! No you don’t understand! Please, I meant you no offense!” He pleaded quickly in his own defense. “My mind…I’m old, dear Khama’at, my mind is addled…I…I don’t remember….not by choice, I just can’t remember great portions of my life! Please..I…I’m sorry…I’m sorry, I don’t remember…” He seemed to deflate slowly, looking to her and trying to grasp at the memories that seemed to tease him. He knew her! But…trying to catch the details was like grabbing at smoke.

[egyptiankharma]

She stared at him, trying to pull that knowledge through her mind. "Forget things...Khayman, how can eighty years have just disappeared?" She asked quietly. "You turned me, told me of a Queen and a fight, some war and an immortal world at your side, and then you were gone! I woke one night to find you gone, leaving only your things behind...I searched everywhere..." She sighed and rubbed at her face. 

"You remember nothing." 

[egyptiankharma]

Old faces || Khayman&Khama'at

[benjaminthedevil]

He startled out of the daze he’d fallen into when he saw her face. “You…you know my name!” He said quickly, trying to shake off his confusion. “But…I…” he was struggling, his mind was doing backflips and his heart was aching in his chest. He knew her! He must know her!

"You know me! But..but who are you!" He demanded, still staring at her face. "How…Who are you? Why….I..I know your face!" 

[egyptiankharma]

She stared for a moment, her face screwing as her hand flattened and flew - slapping across his face with a gasp. She was surprised by her own anger, her own hurt, but she couldn’t have stopped it. “See into my mind! Can you, Khayman? Can you touch my thoughts?” 

[benjaminthedevil]

He was startled by the slap and he actually staggered for a moment, holding his face where it..stung? She was strong! He stared at her for a long moment, searching her face, but there was nothing beyond it. He couldn’t hear her thoughts! He couldn’t even begin to.

"But…but that means…?? But…how? I…how old are you??" He asked before realizing just how rude that question probably was. "No! I..I mean…I only mean that I…I haven’t…not for thousands of years! Are…are you..???" Was she one of his blood?!

[egyptiankharma]

She glared quietly for a moment. "I've been alive since the years of Djoser and his sons, since before the Pyramids had their roots, in the Age of the Gods, and yes, I am one of yours. You held my heart in the darkness of this life for nearly a century, and vanished." She seethed. 

"I am Khama'at of Thebes, Priestess of Set, keeper of your blood and your secrets - not that you care to recall!"  

[egyptiankharma]

Old faces || Khayman&Khama'at

She had tracked him from a whisper that she couldn’t place - his name, again, came to the minds of others: Khayman. Khayman the Ancient, Khayman the Steward. Khayman the absent. 

New Orleans was hardly something to frighten her, despite it having been years since she had seen America, or Europe, or anywhere outside of the Cairo city limits. In reality, she had need to see him, to see for herself that he was alive, not dead, whole and somehow happy…

Perhaps she was selfish, but she doubted it entirely. 

She would find her answers, and didn’t quite have it within her heart to care any longer as to his current state, or what her face might do to upset his world. 

[benjaminthedevil]

He was out again, among the people of the city, the night life, enjoying the loud rabble of drunken mortals hoping form one bar to the next while he instead browsed the shops in their last open hours. He had grown to love this city, perhaps not nearly as much as Louis or Lestat, but he was getting there. The colors, the people, his home with his loved ones, a family that seemed only sure to grow.

He wasn’t prepared to have his sensibilities suddenly turned on their head. He saw her first, perhaps through the eyes of passing mortals, a willowy, dark skinned beauty that caused a sudden, crippling pain in his chest. She was down the street from him and…that…that face! He was clear down the street before he even realized it and just…staring at her. Wide eyed and confused, he was breathless. That face…she was beautiful, yes, but…but he knew it…why did he know it!?

[egyptiankharma]

And there he was, like a ghost out of the night. A face in the crowd, but one that drew her eyes and held them. Oh, but his face looked the same, yet utterly different. The same face, for certain, the one she had gazed into each night for more than a human’s life span, though it was lit with…

What was it, there in his eyes? Happiness…a carefree tilt to his smile. She couldn’t help a small smile of her own, though it didn’t linger. Her eyes tracked him before she gave into the urge and moved closer, lessening the space between them at a human’s pace. 

"You look to have seen a ghost, Khayman." 

[benjaminthedevil]

He startled out of the daze he’d fallen into when he saw her face. “You…you know my name!” He said quickly, trying to shake off his confusion. “But…I…” he was struggling, his mind was doing backflips and his heart was aching in his chest. He knew her! He must know her!

"You know me! But..but who are you!" He demanded, still staring at her face. "How…Who are you? Why….I..I know your face!" 

[egyptiankharma]

She stared for a moment, her face screwing as her hand flattened and flew - slapping across his face with a gasp. She was surprised by her own anger, her own hurt, but she couldn't have stopped it. "See into my mind! Can you, Khayman? Can you touch my thoughts?" 

[egyptiankharma]

Old faces || Khayman&Khama'at

She had tracked him from a whisper that she couldn’t place - his name, again, came to the minds of others: Khayman. Khayman the Ancient, Khayman the Steward. Khayman the absent. 

New Orleans was hardly something to frighten her, despite it having been years since she had seen America, or Europe, or anywhere outside of the Cairo city limits. In reality, she had need to see him, to see for herself that he was alive, not dead, whole and somehow happy…

Perhaps she was selfish, but she doubted it entirely. 

She would find her answers, and didn’t quite have it within her heart to care any longer as to his current state, or what her face might do to upset his world. 

[benjaminthedevil]

He was out again, among the people of the city, the night life, enjoying the loud rabble of drunken mortals hoping form one bar to the next while he instead browsed the shops in their last open hours. He had grown to love this city, perhaps not nearly as much as Louis or Lestat, but he was getting there. The colors, the people, his home with his loved ones, a family that seemed only sure to grow.

He wasn’t prepared to have his sensibilities suddenly turned on their head. He saw her first, perhaps through the eyes of passing mortals, a willowy, dark skinned beauty that caused a sudden, crippling pain in his chest. She was down the street from him and…that…that face! He was clear down the street before he even realized it and just…staring at her. Wide eyed and confused, he was breathless. That face…she was beautiful, yes, but…but he knew it…why did he know it!?

[egyptiankharma]

And there he was, like a ghost out of the night. A face in the crowd, but one that drew her eyes and held them. Oh, but his face looked the same, yet utterly different. The same face, for certain, the one she had gazed into each night for more than a human's life span, though it was lit with...

What was it, there in his eyes? Happiness...a carefree tilt to his smile. She couldn't help a small smile of her own, though it didn't linger. Her eyes tracked him before she gave into the urge and moved closer, lessening the space between them at a human's pace. 

"You look to have seen a ghost, Khayman." 

[egyptiankharma]

She had tracked him from a whisper that she couldn't place - his name, again, came to the minds of others: Khayman. Khayman the Ancient, Khayman the Steward. Khayman the absent. 

New Orleans was hardly something to frighten her, despite it having been years since she had seen America, or Europe, or anywhere outside of the Cairo city limits. In reality, she had need to see him, to see for herself that he was alive, not dead, whole and somehow happy...

Perhaps she was selfish, but she doubted it entirely. 

She would find her answers, and didn't quite have it within her heart to care any longer as to his current state, or what her face might do to upset his world.