A/N: I wasn't going to continue for a while, but since I got a review, I will.

…..Plus, I'm still listening to cool music.

Ocecat: Thanks again.

Resurrected

Chapter 7

The sound of his rapidly sprinting feet was the only thing he could hear as he ran madly through the Palace, searching for anyone; anything that was still alive.

He began to hear child-like laughter and followed the source.

He entered the room where the sound of the laughing was strongest and found a woman with long, black hair crouched on the floor; her back facing him. She was now giggling madly.

"My lady?" He asked softly. "Are you alright?"

The woman continued to giggle. He slowly inched himself to her front and his eyes widened at what he saw.

The woman's wrists were slit with blood gouging out of them. He began to slowly retreat from her before she spoke.

"You cannot change your fate, you know." She said, and to his utter horror, shifted into the Dahaka as the beast slammed his fist down on him.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The Prince screamed sat up hastily, panting as he realized it had all been just a nightmare. He shakily brought a hand to his forehead and wiped the cold sweat away.

He steadied his breaths as Arsalan slowly roused from his sleep, stretching his limbs and yawning. His friend blinked and sat up, watching Kamal as the Persian Prince closed his eyes and rubbed his temples .

"Hey, was that you?" Arsalan asked. The Prince sighed.

"Yes. It was just a bad dream."

"Well it had to be something fierce if it got you to scream like that. You probably woke the dead!" He said, laughing. Then he stopped, realizing he just made a bad pun. He laughed more.

"Arsalan, that has got to be the worst pun I have ever heard in my entire life."

"I know. But it cheered you up, right?" Arsalan asked, a little hyper.

"It-"

Five knocks at the door sounded before the Prince could reply.

"Who is it?" Arsalan yelled.

"Majid, my lord. I have been requested to send you orders by Empress Fereshteh." The chain-bound man answered from outside the door.

"Alright, Majid. Come in." Arsalan replied. Kamal watched as a very frail man dragging chains entered the room. If his name meant great and honorable, he sure didn't show it. He certainly didn't look happy, OR great and honorable. He made a mental note to ask Arsalan if he knew what had happened to him.

"The Empress requests you two to go to the falls immediately, and afterwards you will attend the training grounds." Majid explained. Arsalan gave him a thumbs-up sign.

"K, Majid, you can go now." He said. The Prince watched him shamble out of the room and slam the door behind him as he pushed himself out of bed with a yawn.

"What are the 'falls'?" He asked his friend. Arsalan got up as well and retrieved two large, black towels. He handed one to the Prince and watched as he slipped it around himself over his night-pants he had worn to sleep.

"It's like a showering area, where you get clean and lots of water falls from the ceiling but never stops. The water goes down into a bunch of vents and new water comes out of the top. Don't worry, though; we won't be able to see each other. The mist and water are way too thick for that." Arsalan said. Kamal laughed.

"Thank God." He chuckled.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Arsalan cried.

"Well I'm sorry to burst your bubble, Arsalan; but I don't swing that way."

"Hey, neither do I! Big meanie." Arsalan wrapped a towel around himself and led the Prince out of the big bedroom.

(the falls)

"Here we are. Isn't it cool?" Arsalan said childishly and ran off to his own section of the water. The Prince rolled his eyes. Fortunately, Arsalan was way too far away from him in the big room that they couldn't hope to see a speck of each other.

He stripped and entered the hot water, enjoying the warmth. His body had always been cold since he became a Vampire, and he found his only heat-sources in water or being wrapped up snugly in thick bedcovers. He also admitted to himself that he couldn't remember the last time he had bathed. (A/N: Ewwwww! I'm gonna slap him for that one!)

It was twenty minutes later when he finished, and he retrieved his towel and pants as he went to find Arsalan. He carefully avoided most of the water and stayed on path that went through the room.

He realized it was strange that Arsalan hadn't spoken to him as he showered.

His nose began to pick up a strange scent, a smell he liked but didn't like all the same. A scent his Vampiric side relished, but his human side shunned. He soon recognized what he was smelling.

Blood.

He began to run, but not fast enough to trip and fall on the slick path. He followed his nose to the source and gasped at what he saw when he found it.

Arsalan was lying on the ground, his wrists slit as large amounts of blood poured from them and was washed away by the flowing current of water. His breathing was labored and bloody sweat began to dew at his forehead. Kamal quickly scooped him up and found that he had no difficulty in carrying him.

From the doorway of the falls, dark eyes watched and flitted away.

(The throne room)

Arsalan was bandaged and taken away to his chambers with two healers when the two arrived. The Prince bowed, but didn't know if he held any respect for the Empress or not.

Empress Fereshteh silently regarded the Prince's kneeling form before she spoke out.

"Who did this to Arsalan?" She demanded quietly.

"I do not know, my lady. We were at the falls when this happened, and" He was cut off.

"I didn't ask you what happened, I only asked who did it." She snarled. Silence overcame the gigantic room.

"Since you are incapable of knowing who preformed this mischievous act, you are dismissed to Arsalan's chambers for the rest of the day. Majid will bring you prey for you to feed upon. That is all." She finished, and Kamal stood to exit the room.

A/N: There is no excuse for you not to bathe.

Prince: How could I? I was being hunted by the Dahaka and God knows what else.

Ancient-v: I still think that's gross. Oh well. PLEASE REVIEW!