Disclaimer: I don't own Ubisoft, any of the companies that make the POP games, or the POP games in general. Put bluntly, I don't even own the word 'nothing'.

A/N: I have to continue while this is still on my mind!

Resurrected

Chapter 3

(same time, same place)

Shahdee gaped at her master, eyes widened. Fereshteh chuckled.

"Or, if you would prefer it, there is one other option…" The Empress said. Her Vampiress immediately brightened.

"What is it, my lady?"

"You could be executed for disobeying me. But, if you would prefer it…" She turned her back to Shahdee and smiled evilly.

"No, no! Your highness, never!" Shahdee cried. Fereshteh chuckled.

"That's exactly what I thought. You have one day to turn him. Take his body, and bring him back to show me by tonight. Afterwards, I will send him back with you and you will take him to the feeding chambers to teach him how to feed." She said.

Shahdee narrowed her eyes at her master and hissed softly, just enough so she was the only one who could hear it. She had never said she was going to help the Prince after she had turned him into a Vampire. Maybe she could dodge around it. The only reason she had accepted the task of turning him was because she wanted to see him suffer after she did.

She hastily and angrily walked to the Prince and picked him up as if he weighed nothing, and held him in a cradling position as she exited the throne-room.

(the turning chambers)

Black candles flickered and shadowed off the walls, illuminating the darkness with gothic light.

Shahdee wasn't gentle as she laid the Prince down on one of the stone slabs. His bones that were already broken were probably shattered because of her harsh treatment. She forced the lifeless Prince's mouth open and unsheathed her turning dagger from her belt. She slit her wrist and quickly moved it over the Prince's open mouth.

As soon as the blood reached his tongue, his body gave a violent shudder. She waited five more minutes until she felt she was going to faint, and bound her wound with some kind of special cotton and Papyrus material. She stepped back from the Prince and watched what happened next.

The Prince's top canine teeth began to slowly lengthen until they were about one and a half inches long, and his nails began to turn a shocking black as they grew slightly longer to sharp points. His ears lengthened a bit and tapered themselves as his body changed. The ribs and other bones that were shattered inside his middle began to rapidly mend together (A/N: Hey, it's CSI!).

As the finished product, the Prince's eyes suddenly flashed open and revealed themselves to be a glowing white with no pupils. He shot up and leant his claws forward against the stone slab, panting heavily.

The Prince spun around to see where he was. Could this be Hell? Where was he? Sights, smells, and sounds bombarded his now hyper-keen senses. It was giving him the worst headache he'd ever had. He blinked once, and his eyes changed from a strange white to crimson red. His night-vision eyes picked up an undead form standing to his right, but he couldn't make out the details or features of that person. He struggled to speak.

"Wh-who….where a-am I?" He asked, his voice slightly raspy.

"Fereshteh's palace, the turning room. Know that you were human once and died by Dahaka's hands. You are a Vampire now, your name is (A/N: BEEEEEEEEEEEEP!)." She said. The Prince was thoroughly confused.

"Fereshteh…The name means 'Angel'. Am I in Heaven, then?" He asked hoarsely. Shahdee laughed at this.

"Far from it, Prince. Vampires don't go to Heaven." She stated, matter-of-factly.

"But…what is a Vampire?" He asked her. He hadn't yet recognized that he felt the sharp points of fangs inside his mouth. He suddenly doubled over, hastily lying down and panting with pain before she could explain.

He was hungry, but for what? He didn't want regular human food, he wanted…something else. Something not normally classified as 'food'. And why was being hungry so painful?

Shahdee grinned evilly. 'The hunger takes him…' she thought.

"And now, Prince, I take my leave." She said, wicked joy overcoming her as she exited the room and slammed the iron door to leave him alone with the darkness and his ravenous thirst for blood.

A/N: Sort of a cliffhanger!

Prince: You're evil.

Ancient-v: Why, for leaving you by yourself to go crazy in that God-awful room?

Prince: (puts hands on hips, taps foot impatiently)

Ancient-v: Don't worry, you'll be getting out of there in the next chapter! I think……………

Prince: Evil, evil, EVIL!

Ancient-v: Please Review!