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The Vampires of Egypt

"Everyone remembers where they were when news first broke out about the Zombies, and they've got some fancy stories, me, I don't bother with making stuff up, I will admit that I was on the crapper," Khalid Mubarak said, and the tall, burly and broad-shouldered Afro-Egyptian Vampire threw his head back and laughed. His companions did not appear to be sharing in his mirth, which was fine, since it was well known that nobody laughed at Khalid's jokes quite like the man himself.

"Me? I was in Al Qahirah, acting as a guide for some tourists in those fancy neighborhoods near the American Embassy," mused Nagla Chafik, and the young-looking female Vampire sighed, her shoulders sagging. Although she still had the appearance of a twenty-something, tall and curvy, bronze-skinned and raven-haired Middle-Eastern woman, Nagla was quite a few centuries old. Older than even Khalid, which was saying something.

"Chin up, habibti," Khalid replied, and Nagla shot him a look. Once upon a time, they were lovers and shared everything. Not anymore. Khalid nevertheless felt a great deal of concern for his former paramour, who hadn't been the same since even before the Zombie Plague became a thing. Depression wasn't just a mortal ailment, ancient Vampires like Nagla were prone to it, apparently.

Nagla Chafik had been born in the fading days of the Fatimid dynasty, which ruled Egypt around the time of the Crusades. As a young woman, Nagla had taken up arms to defend her family and her countrymen from the European invaders who sought to take over Egypt to strengthen the Kingdom of Jerusalem. After ascending to the throne in 1163, King Almaric I of Jerusalem sent legions of his best soldiers against the Fatimid Caliphate, and could not conquer them.

Nagla's beloved Egypt has been through a lot in these eight centuries that she'd roamed the planet earth, but the ancient Vampire had never seen anything quite like the Zombie Plague. The hordes of mindless, shambling dead were everywhere, devouring all living things they came in contact with. They infected numerous humans, who died, reanimated and came back as flesh-eating monsters. Mankind was slowly losing the war against the Zombies, and Nagla knew it didn't bode well for the Vampire species either...

"I miss Al Qahirah, the place was beautiful, and there was always plenty to eat, I really think I should have stayed there," lamented Alan Burke. Khalid looked at the former American expatriate, originally from Oregon, who was made into a Vampire while visiting Giza some sixty years ago. Tall and slender, with silver hair and piercing blue eyes, Burke still had the appearance and mannerisms of the middle-aged university professor he'd once been.

"Tough luck, old man, the place is crawling with Zombies now," Khalid said flatly, and he looked from Burke to Nagla, making sure they heard him right. They sat by a warm, cozy fire on the soft sands of the river, right on the shores of Assouan. It was one of a few Egyptian towns that hadn't yet fallen to the Plague. A contingent of Egyptian soldiers had taken over Assouan and created a massive containing grid around the city proper, preventing anyone from entering or leaving. The place was secure...for the moment.

Khalid, who'd been everything from a soldier to a fry cook, a mercenary and a pirate over the course of several lifetimes, had mixed feelings about the military takeover of metropolitan Assouan, but he couldn't argue with the results. The Egyptian Army had always been reliable in the country's time of need, dealing with internal and external threats as best they could.

When Colonel Ahmed Ali of the Egyptian Armed Forces and his soldiers took over, they exterminated the Zombies within the city limits, securing it...for the moment. Still, experience told Khalid that it was only a question of time until all of Egypt, and the world, fell to the Zombie Plague. Instead of a call to arms, the humans allowed themselves to be divided over petty reasons like race, religion and nationality.

The Zombie Plague originated in the Middle East, and then spread to Sub-Saharan Africa and the Mediterranean regions. To everyone's surprise, the people of the West African nation of Nigeria had proven most swift and capable in their response to the Zombie Plague. When the Zombie hordes descended upon the City of Kano, in northern Nigeria, the Nigerian Government firebombed the Plague-filled metropolis with low-yield nukes purchased from its ally, Russia. As far as Khalid knew, the Plague was curtailed in that part of West Africa.

Last anyone heard, the Zombie Plague had somehow made its way to Europe and the Americas, and even now, police and soldiers were duking it out with the flesh-eating dead in the streets of Paris, New York, Manaus, and Toronto. That's all anyone knew before the worldwide media blackout. No more CNN or RDI or Facebook or Instagram. Man's technology had failed, as would man himself. The humans won't be able to stop this thing and then we'll all be doomed, Khalid thought, and the feeling of helplessness which gripped him caused anger to swell in his chest.

Khalid closed his eyes and warmed his hands over the fire, sighing deeply. Born in 1897 in the City of Cairo, Egypt, to a Sudanese Muslim father, Mustafa Mubarak, and an Egyptian Christian mother, Caroline Dessouki, Khalid Mubarak was no stranger to adversity. As the son of an interracial couple, he had to walk a fine line early on in this life. In Egypt, a land where racism was naked and open, Khalid's family drew many Egyptians ire due to their uniqueness.

To the Sudanese people, Khalid wasn't African enough, and to the Egyptian Arabs, he certainly wasn't Arab enough. Nevertheless, Khalid set out to prove that he was just as good as anyone else. Getting taunted by young Egyptian men for his skin color and kinky hair toughened him up, and he learned how to fight viciously. Khalid graduated with honors from the prestigious Royal Military Academy in Cairo. After that, he joined the Egyptian Army.

By the time Khalid was thirty two, he'd impressed the top brass enough to have risen to the rank of Corporal in the Egyptian Army. One night, he and his regiment were posted near the Sudanese Border, to take care of the nighttime bandits who'd been preying on the locals. As it turns out, it wasn't bandits or highwaymen who were preying on Egyptian citizens living near the Sudanese Border, but a far more nefarious threat.

The Vampires had been living in Egypt for untold thousands of years, and they were woven into the fabric of Egyptian society. They were in every major city or town, disguised as ordinary men and women. Most of the Vampires were peaceful, they kept to themselves and limited their feedings to animals. In exchange for that, the Powers That Be in Egypt left them alone. A rogue element upset the delicate balance of power in Egypt, and that rogue element happened to be a Vampire named Mahsoub...

"Prepare to die, foolish mortal," Mahsoub said to Khalid, as he gripped the flailing Corporal by the neck and lifted him off the ground. When Khalid and a detachment of Egyptian soldiers stormed the Vampires lair, thinking them nothing more than ordinary brigands, the Vampires made short work of them. Khalid was the last man standing, and he'd been the one to confront the leader of the rogue Vampires.

"You first," Khalid croaked, and he pulled a dagger out of his waist sash and thrust it into Mahsoub's chest, just as Mahsoub sank his fangs into him. The Vampire's fangs pierced Khalid's flesh, drawing blood and infecting him with poison. Mahsoub gasped in shock and let go of Khalid, who fell on the ground. The Vampire leader looked at the blade protruding from his chest, and tried to pull it out. Crying out in pain, Mahsoub fell, and lay still. Dead for good at last.

"You've killed Mahsoub," came a female voice, and Khalid looked up to see a tall, curvy, attractive Arabian female Vampire step toward him. It was Nagla, and she'd been part of Mahsoub's band, until they had something of a falling out. When she knelt beside the fatally wounded Khalid, flashing him a fanged smile, the young man thought she was going to be the death of him. Instead, Nagla gathered Khalid into her arms, as the other Vampires looked on.

"Welcome to our world," Nagla whispered into Khalid's ear, right before he lost consciousness. When the corporal came to, a couple of days later, he was...changed. Mahsoub's blood flowed through Khalid's veins now, and that blood transformed him from a mere mortal into something far superior, a Vampire. From that moment on, Khalid's life would never be the same.

"What have I become?" Khalid asked Nagla, as he rose as a nascent Vampire, and she smiled at him, and then explained...everything. According to Nagla, a Vampire's life was an endless thrill ride, until it wasn't. Khalid soon discovered the many perks that came with being a Vampire, including superhuman strength, increased speed and endurance, plus sharp senses and an enhanced immune system which accelerated the healing process. Still, a Vampire does have certain limitations...

"You're going to love being one of us, Khalid, I can't thank you enough for freeing me from Mahsoub, he was a brute and a tyrant," Nagla said to Khalid, during his first night out. They'd fed upon a small party of wayward travelers, and the blood of these unfortunate souls tasted sweet. Feeling empowered like never before, Khalid looked at Nagla, who pressed her curvy body against his and smiled faintly.

"I could get used to this," Khalid replied, and he wrapped his arms around Nagla, and kissed her. He and Nagla undressed, and then began making love on the soft sands of the Egyptian desert. With eyes that were perfectly adapted to seeing in the darkness, Khalid saw everything clearly, and he held his breath as he beheld Nagla's raw beauty as she slipped out of her tunic.

"Make love to me," Nagla demanded, her feral yellow eyes locking with Khalid's. Voluptuous, with large breasts, wide hips and large buttocks, Nagla was beautiful in a raw, unique way, and Khalid yearned for her. They kissed once more, and she rolled on top of him, her eager hands caressing his face, and roaming down his chest, before finally making their way to his groin.

"Hmm, that feels nice," Khalid murmured as Nagla grasped his manhood, which was long, thick, and dark. Khalid grinned as Nagla winked at him, then took his cock into her mouth. Just like that, the fanged, voluptuous Arabian beauty began pleasuring her lover like only she could. In no time at all, Nagla had Khalid harder than the proverbial rock, and he was ready for more...

"If you can't kiss my flower and make it bloom, you're not going inside of me," Nagla said, and she flashed Khalid a fanged smile, before flicking her tongue over his hardened member. Khalid nodded, accepting the challenge. He propped Nagla on all fours, face down and ass up, and admired the Vampire's thick derriere. Nagla grinned as Khalid literally kissed her big bum, then he began eating her pussy from behind.

"How do you like me now?" Khalid teased Nagla, as he slid his tongue deep inside her pussy and rubbed her clitoris between his thumb and index fingers. The Vampire woman moaned in sheer delight as her lover worked his magic on her. Khalid took Nagla to cloud nine, and then he buried his dick deep inside of her. Nagla squealed in delight as Khalid began pumping his cock into her snatch, and he fucked her roughly and passionately, just the way she liked it.

With the seemingly inexhaustible reserves of energy common to all of their kind, the two Vampires made love until the sky started to turn pink, indicating the approach of dawn. Khalid and Nagla retired to the vast network of caves which served as the lair of their merry band of Vampires. An exciting existence awaited Khalid, and he relished every second of it. He was going to be young, strong, handsome and bloodthirsty for the rest of time, and nothing would stand in his way. The year was 1929 and Khalid was on top of the world.

Fast forward 89 years or so, and everything turned to pure hell. Khalid and Nagla were no longer together, all due to politics. Khalid had trouble adjusting to the rules of mainstream Egyptian Vampire society, which mandated that 'good' Vampires only fed on the blood of animals, and left humanity alone. Nagla liked living in the mainstream, but Khalid missed the old days.

Khalid and Nagla stuck together for mutual protection, if nothing else. Oh, and as far as they knew, they and their buddy Burke might be the last Vampires left in all of Egypt, if not the world. Like everyone else, the Vampires had been caught unawares by the Zombie Plague. No one, mortal or immortal alike, could have foreseen the advent of such a blight...

Khalid was still haunted by the cries of his blood-drinking brethren as the Zombies stormed their daytime sleeping places, condemning them to the impossible choice of getting eaten alive, or burned to a crisp by the sun. He barely made it out of there, and it was a stroke of luck that he ran into fellow Vampires Nagla and Burke while on his way to the City of Assouan, the last human stronghold in an Egypt ruled by the flesh-eating dead.

"The Zombies will storm this place soon," Nagla said, her voice snatching Khalid out of his reverie, and he looked at her. Nagla sat closer to Khalid, and looked at him, her intense gaze making the younger Vampire feel slightly uncomfortable. Nagla licked her lips, and Khalid nodded in agreement. From what he knew of the Zombies, no barrier could hold their hordes for long...

"Well, my dear, I say we stand and fight," Khalid said, and having said that, he looked at Nagla, and rubbed his hands together. Nagla looked at him, and in that moment, if her undying heart still beat, it would have thundered in her chest. Even though Khalid and Nagla hadn't been a couple for quite some time, they were still close friends...after a fashion. He's still the fearless man I fell in love with, Nagla thought, pleased by his words.

"Khalid, are you crazy? The Zombies will devour us along with the humans," Burke exclaimed, and Khalid shot him a look. Before he could reply, however, the sound of screams and gunfire gave them pause. At once the three Vampires stood up, and looked to the ramparts surrounding the City of Assouan. Khalid felt dread creep down his spine. A true Vampire does not show fear and fights to the end, Khalid thought, remembering the combat doctrine that Nagla taught him after he became a blood drinker.

"The battle comes to us, Khalid, I will stand with you," Nagla said, and Khalid watched as she stepped closer to him, and unexpectedly linked her arm with his. Burke stood there, and looked at them. The American Vampire shook his head, shrugged and then took off into the night. Khalid and Nagla watched him go, shrugged off his departure, and then exchanged a smile.

"With you by my side, beautiful, I know we can win," Khalid replied, and Nagla beamed at him. He pulled her close and kissed her. The two Vampires took off into the night, and reached the rampart. Hundreds of Egyptian soldiers, male and female, manned those positions. Thinking that Khalid and Nagla were Assouan townspeople volunteering to help with the crisis, a grumpy old sergeant armed them, and they took positions on the rampart.

"Let's give these Zombies hell," Nagla said, and the female Vampire hefted her AK-47, sighted on the approaching Zombie horde, which was tens of thousands strong, and pulled the trigger. Several hundred meters away, a towering Zombie which had once been a farmer collapsed as a bunch of tiny holes appeared in his forehead and chest. And so it begins, Nagla thought, and she glanced at her beloved Khalid, who winked at her before aiming at a Zombie and squeezing the trigger.
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