Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Prince of Persia games or the companies that make them.

A/N: Anybody remember the "Numa numa dance" kid? He was on the news for a long time about a month ago…By the way, I'm NOT a robot; just because I update fast doesn't mean I can't spend 2 hours writing new chapters for this fic everyday… anyway, chapter 17.

Resurrected

Chapter 17

He was dreaming again, but this time his love wasn't the one he was with. It was the Old Man who had warned him a few years back to not go the Island of Time.

"Go to the temple of Rostam in the forest of Rahim. Only there can you fulfill your destiny."

The Prince's eyes opened ever slowly as he awoke to find himself in a dimly-lighted room. His Vampiric internal clock told him it was night. He was in a bed. His bed; and he knew because he remembered how the sheets and blankets smelled.

…And he was in his room.

Not his room on the bunk of the ship he had sailed on, but the room he slept in that was in his house; in Babylon.

He was home.

He was also immediately pounced upon by an extremely relieved streak-haired Vampire as soon as he opened his weary crimson eyes. Literally.

The Prince's eyes widened and he let in a sharp intake of breath with pain. He weakly tried to push the other Vampire off of him, but to no avail. Arsalan was hugging him too tightly.

"Dear Gods, you had us so damn worried! You were gone for a whole week and we thought for sure you had died!" He cried. Then Roya entered the room and gasped upon finding the Prince awake and, more importantly; the other creature of the night that was choking him in his meant-to-be friendly embrace. She ran over to them and roughly pushed Arsalan off the bed, stroking back the Prince's raven hair. Arsalan landed on the floor with a painful sounding thud.

"Are you alright?" The Vampiress asked the heavily wounded but greatly bandaged Vampire.

"I'm…in a little pain, but I think I'll be okay. I've gotten staked two times in my Vampiric unlife, haven't I?" Kamal asked hoarsely, laughing softly. Roya smiled.

"You should go back to sleep. Are you hungry?"

"A bit." The Prince said. Roya nodded.

"I'll bring you some blood, then. Oh, and I think someone is here to see you. Do you want me to tell them to come in?"

"Uh…sure, I…guess." Kamal answered. Roya nodded once more and exited the room.

The Vampire Prince heard her open the front door and tell someone, a young man at the sound of it (when he heard the visitor reply in thanks); to come in. He watched a short-black haired teenager with a brown shirt, beige-colored pants and brown boots entered the room.

"Shahin?" Kamal asked. The teenager's eyes widened as he saw the Prince. Arsalan slowly stood from his sprawled position on the floor and raised a brow.

"You two know each other?" He asked them. Kamal stared at Shahin and the human stared back.

"We were playmates when we were little…we both were babysat by an old man every day in the Palace I lived in…because my father was always too busy with foreign affairs …we were only about four or five years old." The Prince said quietly in disbelief.

"Shahin was the son of the Sultan, a very good friend of my father's…"

"How do you recognize me?" Shahin asked confusedly. Kamal blinked and stared at the ceiling.

"I am no longer human." He said.

"Well I knew that much when I walked in here and saw you, but what do you mean?" His black-haired friend asked him.

"I'm a creature of the night now, my friend. I was turned into what you would call a 'vampire' a few months ago on Fershteh's Isle." He said softly. "I drink blood."

Shahin gaped at him with horror. He noticed the fanged teeth in his friend's mouth for the first time.

"Shahin, it's not as bad as you think." Kamal added. "And, I'm not the only Vampire here. Arsalan here and the lady that met you at my door are also Vampires."

"You…kill people?"

"Only the bad ones." Kamal answered.

"But…you kill people…"Shahin countered, shocked.

"Yes, but not the ones that haven't done anything hideously wrong in their lifetimes."

"So you're like…a scavenger? Feeding on the ones that corrupt the community?" Shahin asked.

"We're not scavengers, we're hunters. Even if…well, you know; even if we can still feed off the dead." Kamal said thoughtfully, but shook his head. "But the only dead thing I've drank blood from was some kind of animal called an Okapi."

"I'm still not at ease, but…we're still friends, right? I mean, just because you're a…" Shahin gulped, "…Vampire…and I'm kinda your…well…"

"You don't have to say it. Why are we even talking about something that's making you uncomfortable?" The Prince asked.

"Because I want to be able to get used to you." Shahin countered.

"Well, my friend," He said, yawning whilst lulling his tongue and showing off his gleaming fangs, "I'm afraid you won't have long to get used to me."

"Please don't eat me!" His black-haired human friend said suddenly. Kamal at up, propping his shoulder up on the mattress while he raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not eating anybody." The Vampiric Prince said. "And I don't eat people, Shahin. I drink their blood." He paused, letting an overwhelming silence drift into the room.

"I'm going to be leaving with my other friends soon." Kamal said quietly. Shahin suddenly gained great confidence.

"Then I'll come with you!"

A/N: I'm debating on whether I should let Shahin go with Kamal, Roya and Arsalan when they leave to go to the Temple.

Prince: Nooooo! No humans with the Vampires!

Ancient-v: PLEASE R&R!