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A/N: …Nothing. Oh, read and review, please!
Resurrected
Chapter 5
"So………am I…you know, dead?" The Prince asked his new friend. Arsalan laughed.
"We both are, in a manner of speaking. But, we live. Most people classify Vampires as the 'un'dead." He explained.
"Alive, but dead. So can my arms and legs fall off?" Kamal questioned, a little horrified.
"What! Nooo! …That is, unless somebody cuts them off. But someone like you probably wouldn't let that happen, right?" He joked. Kamal laughed softly.
"How do we die, then?" He asked.
"Well, you can only die three ways; getting staked in the heart, not feeding for over two weeks or being exposed to too much sunlight."
"Staked…?"
"Yeah, staked. You know, a pointy wooden stick?"
"Ok…" Kamal said. Arsalan waited for him to ask anymore questions, but none came.
Arsalan frowned. What was wrong now?
"Hey…", Arsalan moved to the Prince's stone-flat and sat on it, putting a clawed hand on his shoulder as comfort, "I know you're probably a little scared about being a Vampire, but I was too when I was turned."
"I'm not…scared of being a Vampire, Arsalan." Kamal said shakily. Arsalan raised his eyebrow, then understood why the Prince was so sad.
"You…you wanted to stay dead…didn't you?" Arsalan said quietly, eyes softening. Bloody tears began to fall from Kamal's eyes, and Arsalan sensed he needed to be embraced; as a friend. He did so, and the Prince finally let everything that had been locked up inside of him go.
"Everyone I loved, Arsalan! Everyone I knew and loved either died or were murdered! Every single one of them…if it weren't for the damned sands then I wouldn't be here right now!"
"…Sands?"
"Yes, the sands!"
"Well, you just…just let it out. Go ahead and cry. Even the most scarred and powerful men cry. I know what it's like to lose a family and friends." Arsalan comforted. The Prince did cry. He didn't care if he had any pride left, it felt so good to let it go…
(twenty minutes later)
"Okay buddy, no offense, but Vampires do cry blood and you're getting it all over me." Arsalan complained softly.
"I'm…done anyway. I need to get out of this room, it's making me dizzy." Kamal said.
"You smell it, too? I wonder if it's the candles…well, come on, then. Let's go to the feeding chambers first, though. I'm starved." Arsalan stretched, yawning and showing off his sharp fangs. The Prince's eyes widened and Arsalan laughed at his expression.
"You'll get fangs like these soon enough, you've practically just been turned and it takes a while for a newly turned Vampire to fully develop."
The Prince held his claws up. "So my…claws…are going to grow as well?"
"Yeah, but not much. Now come on, before I have to feed from you."
(feeding chambers)
Kamal stared at all of the chained up humans against the walls of the massive room.
"Arsalan?" He asked hesitantly while they were walking down some stairs.
"Yeah?" He replied.
"Exactly…how many Vampires live in this Palace?" The Prince asked nervously.
"A lot, but most of them are just recruits."
"What do you mean, recruits?"
"You don't know what a recruit is?" The older Vampire asked, a little surprised.
"No, I know what a recruit is, but…the Palace has an army of Vampires?"
"Sure." Arsalan stopped talking to his friend and walked up to a chained young man. Kamal watched as Arsalan leant over and bit the teenager in the neck, feeding.
"Um…one more question?" The Prince asked.
"Crwrfrsm?" The other Vampire asked.
"…What?"
"Crwrfrsm!" Arsalan repeated, more harshly.
"Sorry, I still can't understand you." Kamal said. Arsalan broke away from his feed and gasped.
"Can you wait a few seconds, man! I haven't eaten all day!" He turned back to his meal and bit again, drinking more. The Prince mentally smacked himself in the face. Since when did he act so immature? Maybe the blood he had drank had a childish effect on him. He paused his brooding when Arsalan finished his feeding.
"Now, what's up?" The streak-haired Vampire asked.
"Well, have all these people even done anything wrong? Or are they just here to feed us?"
"It's both, Prince. Most of these people have committed heinous acts in their lives, and so the Empress has 'em shipped onto the island to put them here as food for us Vampires."
"Oh…wait. Empress?" Kamal almost yelled, shocked.
"Empress Fereshteh. But you wouldn't know about her yet. Or do you?" Arsalan wiped his mouth with a claw-tipped finger and licked the blood off of it. The Prince calmed down when he realized he didn't know any Empress named Fereshteh.
"No."
"Well, I can arrange for Shahdee to take you to her and meet her, if you want."
"SHAHDEE!"
A/N: (laughs) Oh, poor Princey.
Prince: That's sick and wrong, Arsalan.
Arsalan: What! I didn't know you knew her!
Ancient-v: Read and review, please!