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A/N: Here ya go. Chapter 9.

Resurrected

Chapter 9

The Prince's vision swam as his unnaturally colored crimson eyes slowly opened, ears pricking to oft talking going on in the room. He realized he was in Arsalan's chambers, lying in his own bed. He weakly turned his head to see the female that had saved him talking with his friend.

"Miss?" He asked, not wanting to speak but finding that he had to so they knew he was awake. The woman turned abruptly with her eyebrows raised.

"You're up earlier than I thought you'd be. You're a quick healer for a fledgling of your age." She said gently, smiling. Kamal closed his eyes half-way and smirked a little.

"I'm a determined person." He said. The lady then shook her head, eyes bright. For the first time, Kamal noticed the fangs in her mouth and her ruby eyes.

"I'm sorry," She apologized. "My name is Roya. And, since you're Persian you probably know that it means 'dreams and visions'…and yeah, I'm a Vampire too. But I'm younger than Arsalan in Vampiric terms. I'm still a year ahead of you, though!"

"She does have dreams and visions, you know," Arsalan pointed out, then put on an odd expression. "It's kinda freaky."

"So she has visions, and then they happen?" The Prince asked, a little shocked but still feeling like he should have expected something such as this. He'd been through too much to not believe in farfetched things.

"Yep." Roya replied. Kamal gave them a confused look.

"But how do you two know each other?"

"Roya left the island a few years back, and she finally came back today. You know when she saved you? She had a vision that you were going to die by Farah's sister's hands, err, stake…and so she came to save you."

"I believe thanks are in order." The Prince said, laughing.

"Don't mention it, it's what I do. I only get visions of people who are really important." Roya said.

Kamal raised a brow. "Since when am I so important?"

Roya laughed. "I dunno, I don't even know you. But, I'm sure in time I'll believe you're as important as all the other people I have visions of."

Arsalan chuckled softly. "She adores fledglings, too." He said. The Prince looked at him.

"Does that mean I have a Vampiric mother now?" He asked, sounding unsure. Roya smiled good-heartedly.

"Not really, but I will be taking care of you when you need it the most. That is, if you'd do the same for me." She said, brushing her brunette hair out of her eyes. Kamal gave her a questioning gaze.

"Farah's sister…" He paused, "…Did either of you know her name?"

"Unfortunately, no; we were talking about that while you were asleep. We don't know anything about her, OR this Farah you speak of." Arsalan slumped into his bed, and Roya sat on the edge of Kamal's as she started to see sorrow building up in the fledgling Vampire's eyes.

"I knew her." He said quietly, head hanging. "Farah, I mean."

Roya gave him a sympathetic look. The Prince waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.

"Don't feel pity for me. It only makes me feel worse." He said sadly.

"How did you come to know Farah?" Arsalan asked. Kamal held his breath for a while, hoping to pass out again before he had to explain, but it didn't work. He exhaled sharply.

"When I was young and…stupidly oblivious of the dangers of battle, my father took me on a trip to Azad in India. Our men slaughtered their enemies mercilessly and I had gone to find honor and glory for my country. I raided the Maharajah's treasure vaults and stole the dagger of time, and my father took the hourglass of the sands. We brought it to one of my father's friends as a gift, but I got to keep the dagger. A Vizier, whom had been traveling with us, told me to unlock the hourglass with the dagger of time, and…I did. After that, I watched my father and his men turn into ravenous, bloodthirsty sand beasts…soon after I defeated a few batches of them, I met her…Farah." His voice became shaky. "God, she was the most beautiful thing alive on this earth." He stopped, trembling with silent sobs as he covered his eyes. Bloody tears fell from them, and Roya gently leaned over hand him a soft tissue in a small pocket of her long skirt.

He wiped his eyes, shaking his head and smiling sadly.

Arsalan's eyes were wide. "So…not going to finish?" He asked. The Prince bit his bottom lip.

"I really don't feel like it, Arsalan." He said. Arsalan nodded, pulling the covers up over himself.

"I understand. I think you know why, though." The streak-haired Vampire said softly. Roya sat silently as Kamal replied.

"I know."

A/N: The new character is revealed! I'll post her profile on my web-page soon enough.

Prince: This chapter was so angsty! Angst, angst, angst…angsty angsty angst!

Ancient-v: I like angst.

Prince: Me too.

Ancient-v: PLEASE REVIEW!

Roya: Or there won't be anymore chapters!

Ancient-v: Yes there will, don't listen to her!