Standing in front of the crypt, Rania knew this was it. She started to open the door when her boyfriend Marc stopped her. “You can’t go in there,” he told her. “You promised that you wouldn’t touch anything.”

“I know, but I have to,” Rania replied, the door handle seemed warmed to the touch. “I’m going inside.”

“If you do it then we’re over,” threatened Marc Anthony.

“Your loss,” Rania surprised herself by answering him, opening the door. It always seemed ironic to Rania that she would meet someone that was associated with her idol Cleopatra.

They’d met when she stopped for some takeout in the local Italian restaurant. Instead of taking her food home, she found herself talking to him until the restaurant closed. He told her that he worked for the local museum that specialized in Ancient History exhibits.

They’d dated for several months when Marc traveled to Egypt on an archeological expedition. She’d been jealous that she couldn’t go, her job working as a medical transcriptionist Rania couldn’t take the time off that was needed for the trip.

Rania couldn’t contain her excitement when they announced on television that Marc and his team had found what they thought was the tomb of Cleopatra. The news stating they were unable to determine if it was her or not, because they couldn’t open it.

Instead of giving up and leaving it behind, they brought it back the States to see if anyone else can get inside. Rania remembered calling them idiots. They should have left it where it was, instead bringing it back would cause dire circumstances.

After his return, Rania had pestered him to take her to the exhibit. Something inside her told her that she had to go. That she needed to free her.

Stepping inside Rania felt as if she was going back in time, it was even better than she’d imagined. Her eyes spotting the reason why she had to come inside, it was

Walking to the sarcophagus that stood in the middle of the room Rania looked at the latches that sealed it shut. Marc had told her that no one had been able to open it, but instinct told her how. “What are you doing?” asked Marc.

“Opening it,” answered Rania.

“How can you open it when others have not been able to?” questioned Marc. “We’ve brought in every expert we could find to try and get it open.”

“Weren’t they men?” she asked him, smiling to herself when it slid open.

“Yes,”

“Maybe that’s your answer,” she told him. “They were men.” Opening another latch.

“Cut that women’s lib crap,” replied Marc.

The more he talked, the more Rania wondered why she put up with him. “If it’s crap, than why have I been able to open the latches? Do you think she’s in there?” She asked him.

Despite the heaviness of the top of the sarcophagus, Rania opened it with little effort. “She’s beautiful.”

“You opened it,” Marc sounding surprised. “You saw her, now let’s get out of here.”

“No, she’s my queen I need to wake her up,” answered Rania, touching her arm. Unlike other mummies that had been found, Cleopatra looked the same as she no doubt looked at the time she lived. The beaded halter top around her top half seemed to be jewel encrusted. The headpiece she wore matching the bra.

“What are you talking about?” asked Marc. “She’s dead, you can’t wake her up.” Screaming when Cleopatra sat up.

Rania knew immediately what Cleopatra needed, brushing her hair away from her neck. “Do it,” she said to her.

“Do what?” questioned Marc, “get away from her.”

Rania heard him say, but the words didn’t register. She watched Cleopatra rise out of her former bed. “What is your name?” asked Cleopatra stepping closer to Rania.

“Rania.”

“Do you give yourself freely?” asked Cleopatra.

“Yes,” Rania answered without hesitation, stepping closer.

“Who is that?” asked Cleopatra turning her head towards Marc who was still screaming for her to stop. Waving her arm, Marc was now inside the sarcophagus.

“My ex-boyfriend, Marc Anthony.” Warmth surrounded her when Cleopatra wrapped her arms around Rania. “He’s the one that brought you here.” Tilting her head when her queen started to kiss her neck.

“We can have him for dessert,” promised Cleopatra before sinking fangs into Rania’s neck and drinking.

Pain radiated through her, but Rania embraced it. Lifting her head Cleopatra smiled at her before kissing Rania. Opening her mouth under Cleopatra’s she let her explore. Cleopatra’s tongue brushing against her sent liquid rushing between Rania’s thighs.

Rania couldn’t stop shaking when Cleopatra sank to her knees and started to suck her clit, before sinking her tongue past her lower lips. Her knees weakening as Cleopatra didn’t stop until Rania started to cum.

Standing up once more, Cleopatra shared the taste of Rania’s liquid with her, before drinking her blood once more. Rania didn’t know how long Cleopatra drank but Rania started to get dizzy, her mind floating.

When Cleopatra pressed Rania’s head to her chest, Rania saw the liquid, obeying the silent command and drinking. She started to feel stronger, as if she could lift weights. Cleopatra started to kiss her again, this time was different Cleopatra started sucking the air out of Rania’s body.

Rania didn’t struggle, she knew that this was why she was summoned here. She clutched at Cleopatra’s body, trying not to fall. Just as her last breath started to leave her, Cleopatra breathed air back into her body.

“You are mine to obey for eternity,” stated Cleopatra.

“Yes,” agreed Rania without hesitation. “What about him?” she asked pointing at Marc.

“He will be ours to use as we want,” answered Cleopatra.

“Hear that Marc?” she asked him. “I guess we’re not breaking up after all.” Sliding her hand inside the waistband of his pants she wrapped her palm around him. “This is ours to play with.”

“NOOOO,” Marc’s screams silenced as they descended upon him.