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A/N: Well well well, we got a new character in yesterday, didn't we? Chapter 10.
Resurrected
Chapter 10
Kamal began to notice that, over a few days, Roya was very protective of him. Arsalan was right about her, obviously. If he forgot to feed or bathe, she'd constantly remind him to do so. He didn't mind it too much, but it did get on his nerves every now and then.
Then again, maybe she was like this for a reason. He intended to find out. Today wasn't really a busy day, but he wanted to find something to do.
Another thing he noticed was that every time he drank the blood of someone like a teenager, it gave him a slightly immature attitude. Of course he didn't like this, but he had to deal with it. He tried to drink more blood that belonged to people his age, so he wouldn't have that problem.
He hadn't heard much from his sire or Empress Fereshteh, he guessed they were having words.
He was sitting on his bed when Arsalan came in. Roya was already there, but Arsalan had been called to gather information from the Empress.
"Hey, guess what?" Arsalan asked. "You got your own chambers!"
Kamal didn't know if he should feel happy or neutral. "Uh…okay?" He said. Arsalan frowned.
"What's wrong? You don't want your own room?"
"It's not that, it's just…I don't know. It'll feel weird if you're not there."
"Oh, come on! Practically everyone in the Palace has their own room."
"When do I move in there?"
"Now, if you want."
"Can I stay in here for the rest of the day?"
Arsalan raised a brow.
(that afternoon)
Arsalan grinned and turned around from looking out of the window and into the now-breaking-day to face Kamal.
"Hey," He started, "You know what tonight is?"
"No."
"Tonight's the night of the Blood Crescent," Roya explained as she walked into the bedchamber. "Which is actually just a crimson crescent moon. But it has mystical powers on all Vampires; even fledglings like you." She pointed gently in the Prince's direction.
"What kind of 'powers'?" He asked confusedly.
"Well, any Vampire that merely glances at it will become mad and go on a mindless, murdering rampage…it's said in a book that Arsalan and I read a few years back that our violent nature is brought to the surface when we look at the Blood Crescent." Roya pointed out.
"Violent nature? Are we just naturally violent?" The Prince asked.
"Yes, but we can control ourselves so that we aren't violent. We're Vampires, sure; but we are good Vampires." Roya said. Kamal raised his eyebrows.
"Good Vampires…mhm."
"It's true! How many times a day do you go on a killing rampage?" Roya asked him.
He had to admit, he hadn't went on any killing rampages since he became a creature of the night. "None." He bit his lip, wary of his fangs. Roya smiled.
"You see? We feed; but only because we have to. That is our way of eating."
"Of course. If we didn't feed, we'd die." He replied. Roya winked at him.
"You got it! The Blood Crescent is the only thing that MAKES Vampires go on murderous rampages. And as long as we don't look at it, we're okay." She said.
They waited for night to come.
(later that night)
"Here it comes!" Arsalan shouted with glee, watching the tip of a dangerous crimson moon slowly rise into the sky. Roya smacked him in the back of the head, frowing.
"Close the window, you fool! Do you WANT to become a mindless killer again tonight?" She scolded. Kamal turned to look at them upon hearing this, eyes slightly wide as he looked back and forth at each of them.
"Arsalan has looked upon the Blood Crescent before?" He asked with a little shock. Arsalan scowled.
"Yeah, well it wasn't my fault!" He replied vehemently. The Prince looked taken aback.
"It wasn't?" He asked. Roya sighed.
"He was only a fledgling when his bedchamber was raided and someone gagged him while they made him stare at the Blood Crescent outside on the balcony….." She paused, reliving the horrifying memory with a shudder. "We still don't know who did that to him, but we know he is still on this island somewhere."
"Then let's find him! I mean come on, common sense! If he plans to strike again, we should catch him before he does!" Kamal practically yelled, smacking himself on the forehead to emphasize his point.
"That is a good idea…but we must be careful if we are to find him. He is probably dangerous-" Roya was cut off by the streak-haired Vampire.
"It could be a she….." Arsalan cut in. Roya stared at him, glaring.
"You never know!" Arsalan added. Roya and Kamal rolled their eyes and turned, exiting the room. Arsalan ran after them.
"Hey, wait for me!"
(Palace, unknown hall)
"I have never been here…" Roya said nervously, "I've never even known about this part of the Palace before." She added as they slowly crept down the dark hall, three pairs of red eyes glowing in the dark. No torches or any other kinds of lights were there to light their way, but since they were all Vampires they had no trouble seeing whatsoever.
Arsalan began sniffing the air.
"What is it?" Kamal asked. They all stopped and Roya placed a hand on her hip.
"Smell something familiar?" She asked. Arsalan nodded, still smelling the air.
"Oh yeah. It smells just like the one who set me off on my little killing spree those four years ago." He said quietly. The three of them were silent, save for the sniffing sounds Arsalan made.
"We'd best be on our guard, then. If that man could outsmart Arsalan, we are in grave danger." Roya said. The Prince rolled his eyes in the pitch dark.
"When am I not in grave danger….." He muttered. Suddenly, cold hands gripped his neck harshly and yanked him out onto a balcony as he gave out a muffled cry.
"Kamal!" Arsalan shouted. Large, steel doors flung out in front of the balcony entrance and locked in place.
"Ugh! What is with the bloody doors!" Arsalan cried.
From outside the balcony, rough hands clenched around the Prince's neck and forced him to look up at the Blood-red Crescent moon. His eyes widened, and they flashed violently as he convulsed in his captor's grip.
"N-n…bo!" Kamal choked as his mind was taken over by some kind of unseen force and he began to go into a mindless state. Only one thought resided in his mind, though.
Kill.
"Come on!" Arsalan rammed himself into the doors, smashing his body into the heavy steel. "Stupid…worthless…piece of…crap!" One last shove, and the doors flung open.
"DON'T LOOK AT THE MOON!" Roya screamed. They carefully avoided looking at the moon's powerful red haze and focused their attention on something much more important.
They were greeted with a crouched and angrily hissing Prince.
The culprit was nowhere to be seen.
"Oh, goddammit!" Arsalan swore. Roya and the duo-color-haired Vampire's eyes were wide, both of them trying to think of a plan before Kamal leapt and attacked.
"Your arrows!" Arsalan shouted. "Use your arrows!"
"I can't!" Roya replied. "They're black-laced arrows, they'll kill him!"
"Well would you help me think of something, maybe!" Arsalan cried.
"I am!"
The Prince slowly circled the two, claws a lot longer and deadlier than they were and fangs sharper. He growled and snapped his teeth to emphasize his deadly intentions.
"Got any stakes?" Arsalan asked frantically. Roya nodded and hastily slipped one out of the pocket of her skirt. "Damn, you keep a lot of shit in there don't you!" He added.
"Just stake him and be done with it!" Roya cried. Kamal's eyes flashed and he let out a Vampiric shriek. He knew his opponent's plans for him, and he didn't like it. He started sprinting towards the one he knew had a weapon.
"Sorry about this, Prince!" Arsalan held the stake behind his back as the Prince leapt into the air, targeting his prey.
Arsalan carefully aimed where he wanted the stake to go and thrust it out when the time was right, Kamal's eyes widening with the agony he knew would come. His landed on it and roared with pain, collapsing and thrashing about.
Roya and Arsalan waited until the Prince calmed and fell unconscious, then picked him up and carried him back to Arsalan's chambers.
A/N: Well…that was…interesting.
Prince: And it was long!
Ancient-v: You're welcome! I had to put off a lot of phone-calls to finish it, too. PLEASE R&R!