A/N: What's going on, people! Where are all my (beep) reviews! I only got two reviews from the same author! (thank you Ocecat, unlike SOME people…..) I'm gonna let it slide and give you a new chapter this time, but next time; be warned that I won't review unless I'm in the best of moods. And usually I'm in the best of moods when I'm listening to my "Constantine" movie music or "Phantom of The Opera" music. They need to hurry up and release those damn movies. Anyways, here ya go.

Ocecat: Thank you, so much; I'm glad I have at least one person that cares about this fic.

Resurrected

Chapter 6

"Uh…..yeah, Shahdee. You know her or something?" Arsalan blinked.

"Of course I know her! She slaughtered my crew and sunk my ship on my way to the Island of Time! How is she still alive?" The Prince cried.

"Whoa, that must have really sucked…sorry. Had to let it out." He shook his head. "Anyway, Shahdee got resurrected as a Vampire, you know; like you" Arsalan was interrupted by an angry female voice.

"ARSALAN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH HIM!" Shahdee shrieked, storming down the stairs to where the black and red-haired Vampire was talking with Kamal. Her eyes were wide as she witnessed her murderer standing, talking and in full Vampiric health. Kamal glared at her, and she glared back.

"It's a free Country, you know!" Arsalan said, Shahdee's attention snapping to him. "I can bring him to full health if I want to!" He added.

"You…are such a little pain in the ass!" The Vampiress punched him in the nose. Arsalan's nose began to bleed. Kamal watched with growing irritation as his friend hissed angrily, baring his gleaming fangs. Arsalan punched her back. Shahdee's eyes bore into his.

"You're not supposed to hit a girl!" She yelled. Arsalan grinned.

"Who said you were a girl?" He mocked and dodged another of her punches while she screamed with rage. Suddenly, an outraged voice broke the air.

"OKAY, YOU TWO CAN PUT AN END TO YOUR LITTLE SPAT NOW AND TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" The Prince screamed.

Arsalan and Shahdee quickly paused and looked at the Vampire fledgling. Shahdee wiped the blood from her opponent's blow off her forehead and explained.

"Arsalan wasn't supposed to release you from the turning chambers, let alone go in there! Nobody was supposed to" The Prince's voice cut in from there.

"Wait a second. You! I recognize your voice! You" He paused, eyes narrowing as a sudden realization dawned on him.

"You were the one in the turning chambers with me!" He said with shock. "You were the one that left me in there, thirsting for blood and dying shortly after my resurrection! I'll bet you enjoyed every second of it, too!" He said angrily, glaring at Shahdee. Arsalan did the same, but surprisingly said nothing.

The Prince absent-mindedly drew his swords from the sheathes on his back, and his enemy laughed.

"What, you think you can best me in a fight? You must be joking. You're only a fledgling! All of your fighting skills were lost to you after you died!" She cackled. Kamal continued to stare into her ruby-red eyes with his own crimson ones.

"You haven't got a chance! If you were smart, you'd turn and walk away with your little half-witted friend"

"Nobody's going anywhere but the Empress' throne room." The three of them looked up at the entrance to the feeding chambers and saw a lone imperial guard standing in the doorway. "The three of you must come with me." He said, as the group began to ascend the stairs and join the guard.

Kamal sheathed his blades and carefully avoided his sire's eyes as they made their way to the Empress Fereshteh's throne room.

(throne room)

Fereshteh drummed her fingers on her knee, head tilted to the side into her palm. She stared at the three bowed figures of Shahdee, Kamal and Arsalan. She couldn't sense any fear in Kamal's heart, but she knew it was there in Shahdee's and Arsalan's.

"Shahdee." She held her hand out and made a raising gesture with it. "Stand."

"My lady"

"STAND!"

Shahdee silently and hastily stood, quivering with fear like an Okapi caught in a Leopard's hungry gaze.

"Explain yourself." Fereshteh kept her tone low and threatening.

"Well, your highness, you seeI took the Prince to the turning chambers and turned him, and II….." She stopped, ultimately fearing her master's reply.

"You left him there to starve and die." The Empress said flatly. Shahdee avoided her gaze and instead stared at the marble floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

"Don't avoid my eyes, you mischievous little minx." The royal woman threatened, voice dripping with venom as her Vampiress slowly met her gaze with great difficulty. "There is no excuse for your actions, Shahdee. I'm sick of your little schemes because this isn't the first you've pulled on me. I'm going to let you off easy this time. But if you ever, ever do anything like this, EVER again, I will NOT hesitate to execute you immediately. Is that understood?" She questioned, agitated.

Shahdee didn't answer, lips set in a firm line.

"IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!" Fereshteh roared, hurting all three of the Vampire's ears, and especially Kamal's. Since he was just a fledgling, he couldn't focus his senses on how he wanted them to be; so they had always been hyper-keen since his rebirth.

Shahdee reluctantly swallowed dryly and replied, "Yes, my lady." She had never been so humiliated in her entire life. And in front of a half-witted Vampire, as well as her own fledgling!

"As for my new Vampire fledgling, you will be sharing Arsalan's chambers tonight. Tomorrow, I will send Majid to take you to the training grounds. But for now, all three of you are dismissed." Fereshteh waved her hand in a dismissive gesture, and the same guard that took them to the throne room joined a second guard and escorted Kamal and Arsalan to the black-cloak wearing Vampire's chambers.

(that night)

Arsalan and Kamal lay in separate, luxurious beds with soft, crimson; satin sheets and thick, black bedcovers. They had their arms crossed behind their heads which were situated on the finest red, Egyptian-cotton stuffed, silk-covered pillows.

"It feels weird, doesn't it?" Arsalan suddenly broke the silence, save for the chirping crickets outside in the deep jungles surrounding the Palace, as a gentle breeze swayed through a large, open window and sifted through silken ruby curtains. The Prince's slightly glowing red eyes flitted to his friend on the bed to his left and then stared back at the ceiling with absent-minded attention.

"What is?" He heard himself ask. Arsalan looked out of the open window at the gently swaying jungle-trees.

"Sleeping at night. We're just not meant to sleep during these hours, you know? We're nocturnal hunters, predators. I'm surprised you're not bouncing off the walls with exuberance, most day-old fledglings would be." He said.

"I'm just…..thinking about things."

"Like what?"

"Like how Empress Fereshteh called me her Vampire fledgling, like she owns me; and how I feel so much like an inanimate object…..as well as why you just called me a nocturnal hunter." Kamal sighed. "I don't think I can get used to this life. I mean you don't just walk up to somebody and say, 'Oh, I'm going to kill you now and let someone else resurrect you into a creature of the night!' ….." The Prince murmured, pondering.

"Well, that's what you are now, and…..I know you'll get used to it. Every Vampire does."

"Even Vampires that have lost everything dearest to them?"

"Most Vampires have lost everything dearest to them, Prince. You're not as alone as you think you are."

"You'll never be able to comprehend what I've been through….." Kamal answered softly.

Arsalan sighed, silence overcoming the room until he broke it. "Yes…..I do."

Kamal turned his head to see Arsalan looking down at his feet.

"My family…..they were slaughtered when I was eight…..I was at a fighting lesson with my old weapons-tutor, and…..when I went home, I found them lying on the kitchen floor; their chests ripped open with blood all over the floor and walls. I found a dagger with an imprint on it that said 'Island of Fereshteh', and…..well, I'll tell you more later." He smiled sadly, then closed his eyes and rolled over on his side facing the Prince's bed. "For now, let's get some sleep."

Kamal watched Arsalan for a few more minutes before speaking. "I…..I never thought anything like that happened to you, you've been acting so normal and being yourself that I had no idea…..you're a lion, indeed." He murmured. Arsalan laughed softly.

"I can get through a lot of things." His friend replied and faked a yawn, trying to get into the mood for sleeping.

"Good night, Arsalan." The Prince said softly.

"Night, Prince."

A/N: Hmmmmm…..

Prince: THAT was a long chapter. What put you in a good mood?

Ancient-v: Listening to "Constantine" music can do that to you. You should try it.

Prince: Nah, I'm gonna get some sleep.

Ancient-v: Me too! You've got a big day tomorrow, you should get some rest.

Prince: Yeah, I'll do that. Night.

Ancient-v: Night. (claps twice and lights go off) Oh! (claps twice and lights come on) PLEASE REVIEW! I'm doing the best I can here, people! Honestly!

Prince: I think you're doing pretty good, actually.

Ancient-v: THANK you! So, as I said, R&R! PLEASE! (claps twice and lights go off again) …..Night, Prince.

Prince: Please shut up so I can get some sleep.