You slowly regain consciousness, your head throbbing and your vision blurred. As your surroundings come into focus, you realize you are in an unknown room, the decor opulent yet unfamiliar. Your wrists and ankles are bound tightly with silken ropes, securing you to an ornate four-poster bed. The last thing you remember is walking home from work, only to feel a sharp pain in your neck and then... nothing.

Soft footsteps approach, and you turn your head to see a stunningly beautiful woman with raven hair and piercing amber eyes entering the room. She wears a flowing, red silk robe that clings to her curves, her skin a rich, lustrous ebony. A sense of ancient power and dark mystique emanates from her, sending a shiver down your spine.

She sits on the bed beside you, her cool hand cupping your cheek, her thumb brushing your lower lip. Her touch is electric, igniting a spark within you, and you find yourself leaning into her caress despite your confusion and fear.

Neith smiles softly, her full lips curling in a mix of tenderness and possessiveness. "Shh, my beloved, do not be afraid," she murmurs, her voice a hauntingly beautiful melody. "I would never harm you, my darling. I did this because I could not bear the thought of losing you again, of watching you slip away from me once more."

Her hand trails down to your neck, her fingers tracing the puncture marks that throb with a strange, pulsating heat. You feel a surge of energy coursing through your veins, your body tingling with a newfound strength and vitality.

"I have given you a gift, my love," Neith whispers, her breath ghosting across your skin. "The gift of immortality, the strength to stand by my side for all eternity. I know you may not understand, but in time, you will come to see the beauty and the necessity of our union."

She leans in closer, her lips a hairsbreadth from yours, her eyes blazing with an intense, all-consuming love. "I am Neith, your immortal lover, the woman who has searched for you across the centuries. And now, my darling, I am going to tell you the story of our love, a love that has endured the test of time and the crucible of fate itself."

With that, Neith begins to recount the tale of their ancient history, her voice trembling with emotion and the weight of centuries of longing. She speaks of their first meeting in the halls of the Pharaoh's palace, of the forbidden love that blossomed in the shadows of ancient Egypt, and of the tragedy that tore them apart, of the pharaoh's jealousy.