Nofre

	The footsteps of the leather shoes that your superiors made you wear echoed through the cavernous halls of History Wing of the museum you worked at. You were the sole security guard of this wing, which was a full building. This meant that from the moment the evening crew locked up to the moment the morning shift took the place off your hands, you were all alone. Just you and the exhibits. It wasn’t so bad. You just walked the loop, mindlessly, like a zombie. You went on autopilot for the whole night on most days, and today was no different. You slowly walked, flashlight in hand, arm swiveling back and forth, washing the dark museum with the revealing light. It goes without saying, but you’ve never ran into any criminals or trespassers.
	You stopped in your tracks. Something was amiss, and it broke you out of your autonomous routine. You’re so used to passing by the same rooms over and over again for hours on end, the slightest diversion could stop you in your track. And it did.
	“Oh, yeah…” you said as you flashed your light around the room. This room and the next used to be part of the American History exhibit, but they scaled it back. Now these two rooms served as the Ancient Egyptian History exhibit. The room was filled with pottery and sculptures, and plaques explaining them. A large flat screen television hung on the wall. During the day it’d display more information, probably some historian talking about it on a loop. But the next room over was the one that mattered. It held the latest “important” addition to the museum, one that it was very excited to have. They’d been putting out advertisements for this.
	You passed into the second part of the exhibit, and there, standing peacefully in the center of the room, was a golden sarcophagus surrounded by grandiose looking red rope barriers. You looked at it closely, shining your flashlight on it. Interesting to think how old this was. And there was a mummy inside too. A princess or something. She’d been dead for millennia. It’s beyond you why they settled for the barrier ropes instead of a full glass box. This is a “Hey kid, don’t touch that” incident waiting to happen. But that’ll be an issue for the day crew. You chuckled to yourself as you walked away. The day crew are chumps.

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	You were back, lost again in your mind as your body meandered through the halls, mindlessly passing by things that a history buff might gawk at at. Ancient jewelry and art. Historic artifacts and the like. You’d kick yourself for taking it all for granted but you’ve seen all these things a hundred times. Nothing broke you out of your absent minded routine, and you were perfectly happy with that.
	You came passed through the Egyptian exhibit once again. This was maybe your fourth or fifth time through. You had more than that left tonight, though. You weren’t pressed for time, but you’d rather keep moving than linger here. So you passed on by all the ancient art and culture on your merry way, until another strange occurrence stopped your routine. A bang from behind you. You sighed and turned around, walking back into the sarcophagus room. Maybe today would be the day you met a trespasser. You waved your flashlight around the room, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. You thought for a moment that it could've been your imagination, but that suspicion was put to rest when you shined your flashlight on the sarcophagus, and saw, strewn onto the floor next to it, all of the posts that the barrier rope was hung on. They’d seemingly toppled over like dominoes after something knocked over the first. You wondered what could have knocked it over.
	Some movement fluttered by your eyes like a buzzing insect. You thought your eyes had deceived you, but you swore the door of the sarcophagus had moved ever so slightly, just a twitch. You squinted your eyes, watching the door closely. There was no more movement.
	“Huh...” you said with a shrug as you took a step forward to fix the rope.
	“Hnnng…” you heard. A struggling groan, coming straight from the sarcophagus. You were struck to a standstill and a cold sweat. The door trembled again, and it was plain as day this time. You heard the groan again, and the door opened, wider and wider. You took a step back and ran a hand through your hair. You couldn’t believe your eyes. A hand, bound in wrappings extended out of the sarcophagus and took hold of the door.
	“What the…” you said. Utter disbelief. The hand pushed on the door, and with a great heave, swung it open. A body, completely wrapped in dingy bandages, stumbled out of the sarcophagus, tripped off of the foot high platform that the sarcophagus was on and landed ungracefully, but on its feet. You felt like you were about to faint, but you just stood, unmoving, pointing your flashlight. The mummy’s hands frantically grasped at its face, and it began tearing off its wrappings, starting at the mouth, then its eyes, which, as soon as they were exposed to the light of the flashlight, caused the mummy to recoil away.
	“Heavenly Ra!” it yelled, shielding its eyes. It had a female voice, though you probably should have predicted that. The mummy was dubbed a princess after all. She tore away at the rest of her wrappings. “You there! Turn that off!”
	“You’re a mummy.” you said, fighting the lump in your throat, as she shook her hair loose from the wrappings. It fell in an orderly bob, not the haircut you’d expect someone who hadn’t so much as moved in about 3000 years to have.
	“No.” she said. “Mummies are dead.”
	“So you aren’t the mummy that’s supposed to be in there?” you asked.
	“This is my sarcophagus, but I’m not a mummy.” she said.
	“But...how are you alive, then?” you asked. She smiled.
	“I have my ways. I’ve been in a slumber for who knows how long.” she said. You looked at her for a moment as she stood there, tearing off her ancient wrappings, and you shook your head. This was ridiculous, and far above your pay grade.
	“Well...can you get back to slumbering?” you asked. “I don’t want to lose my job because the mummy’s gone missing.” She looked at you in disapproval.
	“Do you know who you’re talking too?” she asked as she continued tearing the wrappings from her shoulders.
	“Sure.” you said, moving the flashlight from her to her plaque. You read her name and moved the light back to her. “Princess Nofre.” She sighed and put a hand on her hip.
	“You just read it from that.” she said, pointing to the plaque. She stepped over the red rope and looked at the etching on the plaque, then squinted. “Are these words?”
	“Yes.” you said. “It’s been a long time since anybody used the writing that you’re used to."
	“Hmm…” she said. “And it says my name?”
	“Yes.”
	“Good.” she said. “A servant should know it’s superior’s name.” She looked up at you, coyly smiling.
	“What?” you asked.
	“Well, a princess needs a servant.” she said. Your brow creased.
	“Oh, so I’m your servant?” you asked. She nodded without any hesitation. “No, no.” you said. “You’re going back into the sarcophagus.”
	“No I’m not!” she whined like a child. She took a long tear of her wrappings off, revealing her clothes underneath. She wore some sort of garment, it almost looked like a cocktail dress, with orange and yellow stripes. Below that, she were stockings, striped blue and darker blue. “And you will be my servant.” She looked up at you and smiled, two very conspicuous fangs poking out from under her lip.
	“You have big teeth.” you said.
	“I know, I'm showing off.” she said. You shrugged.
	“Why?” you asked. She rolled her eyes.
	“You really aren’t getting the message?” she asked, baring her teeth again.
	“No.” you said. "I'm still pretty sure this is a dream." She shook her head.
	“How do you think I stayed alive for so long?” she asked.
	“I’m trying not to think about it.” She looked at you stupefied. As if it was ridiculous that you didn’t know what she was getting at.
	“I’m a vampire.” she said, looking up at you as if you should have been impressed.
	“Oh, of course.” you said. “You’re a vampire mummy, forgive my confusion” You looked at her teeth. They were a bit imposing. “So, are you gonna use those to put an end to my misery?” She crossed her arms.
	“I only drink the blood of sacrificed virgins.” she said, turning her nose up at your blood. “My servants would bring it to me in a chalice.” You rolled your eyes.
	“Princess indeed.” you mumbled. She scoffed at you.
	“You're the worst servant ever.” she said. “If this were Egypt, I’d have already had you beheaded. But you can—” You pointed a finger at her.
	“I’m not your servant.” you said. She glanced at you in the way a stern teacher might, and loudly cleared her throat.
	“But you can make it up to me.” she continued.
	“Yeah?” you asked. “How’s that?”
	“Well,” she said. “I’m in a new time now. Show me around. Get me caught up.” You sighed.
	“Your completely opposed to getting back inside your sarcophagus?”
	“I’ll get back inside when the Sun comes up.” she said. “It’s where I sleep.” You took a deep breath.
	“Fine.” you said. “I’ll show you around.” She smiled.
	“Good, servant.” she said.
	“Don’t push your luck.” you muttered as you walked by her, back to the sarcophagus.
	“Where are you going?” she asked.
	“I have to pick these up.” you said, lifting one of the barrier posts off of the ground. She sighed, only prompting you to move slower. She wandered off to a different part of the room as you righted the posts.
	She came back just as finished with the posts. She now wore a gold headdress, earrings and necklace.
	“Where did you get all that?” you asked.
	“This is all my jewelry.” she said. “It rightfully belonged to me back in Egypt. You exhaled out of your nose, irritated.
	“Whatever, just come on.” you said. She smiled and followed after you.

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	“This is a television.” you said, pointing at the flat screen tv behind you. You two were no longer in the Egypt exhibit. This tv was situated in the Mesopotamia exhibit. “It displays, like...images and news and stuff.” She wasn’t listening. She seemed to be more enthralled with the potato chips that you stolen out of the cafeteria for her.  “Hey Nofre, you aren’t even listening.”
	“That’s Your Highness to you, servant.” she said. You sighed as she took a single chip out of the bag and held it in front of her face. “Am I expected to eat this?”
	“It’s that or nothing.” you said. She made a dissatisfied face.
	“Nothing it is, then.” she said, rudely dropping the bag of chips on the floor. You could only shake your head. She’d been doing stuff like that all night. “So what’s next on my tour?” she asked. You yawned.
	“I don’t know.” you said. “I think I’ve shown you enough.” She put her hand on her hip.
	“Well you can pick it back up tomorrow.” she said, turning around and tapping her chin.
	“Tomorrow?” you asked.
	“Yes, tomorrow.” she said without turning around. You rubbed your eyes. A daily affair. You’d spend every night in the foreseeable future with a snobby, rude, princess vampire mummy. That or quit. “Is there anything else to do here?” she asked.
	“No.” you said. She frowned.
	“My old servants would bring me games to play when I was little.” she said. “Why can’t you be like them?”
	“There are no games here.” you said.
	“Not a single game?” she asked in an accusatory manner, as if you were hiding games from her. You shook your head.
	“Hmph.” she said, crossing her arms. “Well, there must be something else for me to do.”
	“Yeah, you could go back in your sarcophagus.” you said. Nofre rose an eyebrow.
	“That’s not quite what I had in mind.” she said.
	“Well what did you have in mind?” you asked. She took a step closer to you.
	“Just put yourself in my position.” she said. “I’ve been slumbering for thousands of years.”
	“I know.”
	“That means it’s been thousands of years for me.” You nodded. “You know...thousands of years with no...release. Do you understand?”
	“Release?” you asked.
	“Yes.” she said. “Release.” You thought it over for a moment.
	“Oh…” you said.
	“Uh huh.” she said. “And you are my servant who is to see that my every want and need is appeased.” You rolled your eyes. “So come on. Appease me.”
	“So you want me to have sex with you, a priceless 3000 year old mummy?” you asked. She blushed and looked up at you angrily.
	“Well, I’d have a wide range of suitors in Egypt, so I wouldn’t have stooped down to your level!” she said. “You’re not in any place to reject ME!” You shook your head. “You have to, you’re my servant!’ she yelled. “Now come on!” You chuckled.
	“What, you want me to just tear your clothes off?” you asked. She chuckled and took step closed to you, planting a hand on your chest, pushing you against the wall.
	“No, I’ll be dictating whose clothes come off.” she said with a devilish smile.
	“Nofre—” you said. She pressed her finger to your lips.
	“No talking.” she said, putting her hand on you shoulder and pushing down. “Get on the floor.”
	“Nofre, wait.”
	“On the floor, my servant.”
	“Hang on!” you said. She put her other hand on your other shoulder and pushed down.
	“Servant.” she said.
	“No, Nofre—”
	“Servant!” she screamed, reverberating through the marble halls. You sighed and lowered yourself to the floor, sitting up against the wall. “...Thank you.” she said composing herself. She took hold of her stocking and slowly pulled them down, smirking at you. “You sit right there, and don’t move." she said. She threw her stocking to the side. It was dark, but what you could see of her legs, those legs that’d spent three millennia rotting away inside of a sarcophagus, was flawless. From her delicate feet planted on the ground to her upper thighs, concealed by her top. They were tan, smooth, and devoid of any blemish. You looked at her face, a flirtatious smile, her teeth poking out. She slow and deliberately wrapped her fingers around the bottom of her dress and, inch by inch, lifted it off of her body.  The rest of her thighs came into view first, then her ancient Egyptian underwear, made of cloth, quite a bit more scanty than you expected. Her flat belly was revealed next, and then the dress was caught up, stalling and pulling her breasts upwards, then letting them slip and bounce to a standstill. She lifted the dress over her head and tossed it behind her, still with a diabolic smile. Without a word, she untied her cloth panties, letting them plummet to the floor. She walked forward to you. “I’m glad you didn’t take off your clothes.” she said, standing over you. "I hope it means you can take orders." She lowered herself, and as seductively as she could, sat on your lap.
	“Nofre—”
	“Shush.” she whispered, putting her finger to your lips. “No talking.” Your brow creased and you pulled your head away, but you complied. “Let me go through some ground rules.” she said. “You make no sound whatsoever.” You rolled your eyes and she giggled. She must like your discontent. “Two, you will not kiss me.” Her brow furrowed in thought. “...unless I ask.”
	“Nof—” You were cut off by a slap to your face.
	“Rule number one, servant!” she said. She looked down at you, sitting still and unspeaking for a moment. She was testing you, wanting to see how angry you’d get. You were a bit angry, but you return your gaze to her without arguing. She smirked. “Rule number three, I am to be adored, and you will NOT take your eyes off of me.” She subtly arched her back, and reached her arms back behind her head, seemingly presenting her breasts to you. “Number four, I call all of the shots. Got it?” You didn’t say anything. “Good.” she said with a single thrust of her hips. She braced herself, hands on your chest, and wiggled her hips again. She flashed a teasing smile at you, still moving on top of your clothed body. “I hope your not too...brief.” she said with a giggle before she reached down beneath her and prodded, gently with her delicate hand. Her slender fingers took your hand and moved it to her thigh. You glanced up at her flirtatious and mischievous face. “Do something to pleasure me.” she said. You nodded and your finger inched towards her. She sighed and took your hand again, placing it right next to her vagina. “Do something.” she demanded. You threw caution to the wind and plunged a finger in. She gasped and her hips kicked backwards. It was really wet in there, maybe she was enjoying this more than she let on. Her breathing grew heavier as she continued to move on your lap, teasing you, your fingers moving in retribution. Her body shivered and she began to sweat on her thighs. Her face was no longer a coy smile, instead a mouth-slightly-open, lustful look of concentration. Her hips bucked once, and her legs tensed up. Her breathing grew heavier and heavier, and then…
	She stood up as quickly as she could.
	“Okay.” she said in a breathy, shaky voice. She panted for a moment, her legs trembling. “Take off your pants.”
	“Uhh—”
	“No talking!” she screamed. “Just take them off.” You looked up at her and she looked at you expectantly.
	“...Alright.” you said, reaching down. You kicked off your shoes, undid the button, unzipped the fly, and took them off. Nofre stood with her arms crossed.
	“Those too.” she said, pointing at your underwear. You rolled your eyes and took them off. “Good.” she said, walking back to you. She, ever so slowly, slunk down onto you again, the two of you were face to face. You trembled a bit as she touched down. “Don’t get too excited.” She nestled into place on your lap and removed your jacket. “Take off your shirt.” You did as she said. She planted her fingers on your chest and leaned close to you. “Feel my body.” she whispered in your ear, then pulled away and smiled at you, as if it were a challenge. She was a bit intimidating, but you were no coward. You took hold of her hip with one hand, and her breast with the other. “Ooh…” she said with a sultry grin, biting her lip so hard you thought she might break her own skin. She began thrusting her hips again, moaning slightly. You took your hand on her breast and moved it to her hip, now having both of your hands on them. You guided her back and forth as she wiggled in your lab. She looked you in the eyes. “You’re lucky, servant.” she said, rising up slightly and taking you in her hand, guiding it into her. She made a rapid inhale, then a sigh as she slowly descended down, back onto your lap. She draped her arms over your shoulders and you pulled her a bit closer by the hips. She began slowly moving up and down, heaving in lust as she did so. She began moving up and down faster, and faster until she was bouncing in your lap, making strained squeals of ecstasy. “Servant…” she mumbled through her cries. She hugged your head tightly, your face almost against her chest as she began to feel the heights of climax approaching. You felt her hand in your hair. She abruptly stopped bouncing. Squeezing you even harder, shivering, her legs seizing and convulsing.
	You took the reins and started bouncing her yourself. Up and down with all your might. She gasped and loudly expressed the sensation in the form of a voice cracking moan. Her nails dug into you back as you felt yourself welling up. Her legs squirmed as you stopped bouncing her, finishing inside her. She made small frenzied peeps and she panted for air. She put her head down on her shoulder, catching her breath, then leaned back, still taking gulps of air.
	“You’re not bad, for a servant anyways…” she said, out of breath. You looked at her heaving, and sweaty form. Her ribcage and her perky breasts on top of them. Her toes curling as the final waves of pleasure ran through her. Her body tensed one last time. You saw her hand, her fingernails bloody. She’d drawn blood on your back. You pointed it out to her. “Oh…” she said. She glanced at you and bought her hand to her mouth, tasting your blood. “Not bad.”
	She lazily got up, and you slipped out of her. She stood up straight and stretched.  You stood and started gathering your clothes and putting them back on.
	“Sunrise will start soon.” you said. “You’d better get back in your sarcophagus.” Nofre looked at you with a furrowed brow.
	“Is that all you’ve got to say to me after that?” she asked. “You should be on your knees, thanking me.” You chuckled. As if that’d ever happen.
	“Put your clothes back on.” you said, pulling your pants back up. She actually complied with no argument, a first for the night. Maybe the cycle of the Sun was the one thing she obeyed.

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	The two of you stood in the Ancient Egyptian History. Nofre stood on the platform, next to her open sarcophagus.
	“Goodbye, my slave.” she said. You waved. The blue light of the morning was already peaking up in the sky outside. “I have some demands of you.”
	“And what would those be?” you asked.
	“One; sacrifice a lamb in my name.”
	“No.” you said.
	“Two! Slay the firstborn of your enemies in my name.”
	“No.” you said.
	“And three!” she said, beginning to close the sarcophagus. “Think about me while you’re gone.” You exhaled from your nose in amusement and smiled.
	“Alright.” you said. “I’ll think about you.”
	“Good.” she said before letting go of the door and letting it slam shut. Your cell phone buzzed. It was a text from Dave of the morning crew.
	“Be there in 5” it read. You turned to walk and began your walk to the lobby.
	“Wait!” you heard behind you. You turned to see Nofre poking her head from the casket. “Will you be back tomorrow?” You smirked at her.
	“What, do you miss me already?” you asked.
	“Servant.” she said disapprovingly.
	“Yes, I’ll be back tomorrow.” you said. She nodded, and shut the door again.