Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Prince of Persia games or the companies that make them.
A/N: Who here thinks Shahin is goin' with the Vamps?
Prince: (thumbs down)
Resurrected
Chapter 19
"Let me go with you." Shahin said, a little bit of a question and a little bit of a statement. Roya walked into the room and handed the Prince a goblet of warm blood. He nodded in thanks and took a sip, swishing it around in his mouth a little to enjoy the taste; he hadn't eaten in a while. He watched as Arsalan left the room, figuring that his streak-haired friend thought they needed to talk alone.
"No." The Prince said.
"Why not?"
"Because it's dangerous and I can't let something horrible happen to you!" Kamal cried. His friend looked down at the floor for a minute, then his eyes narrowed and he glared at the Vampire.
"I know what this is all about." He said, venom in his voice. "It's because I'm human and you think humans are weak."
"Shahin-"
"No! No, it's okay! Because you know what, you're a Vampire. You're supposed to think lowly of your prey, aren't you!" Shahin said sarcastically.
"I don't want you coming along because I'd have more guilt to bear if you were hurt, or even worse killed!" Kamal hissed.
"Then turn me into a Vampire." Shahin said simply, crossing his arms.
"What?" The Prince asked with disbelief, almost spilling his goblet of blood.
"You heard me! Turn me into one of your kind!" Shahin cried.
"…Why would you ever ask me to do something like that?"
"Because I want to come along with you on your journey!"
"You want to know what it's like to be a Vampire?" Kamal said, anger building up. He bared his fangs at his friend and snarled. "Then here!" He splashed some of his blood into his friend's open mouth, whose eyes widened in shock and horror at the taste.
The Prince's eyes became filled with regret, and he slowly pushed himself back at the headboard of his bed. "God, Shahin…I am so sorry…"
The human's face was covered in blood, and his tongue tightened at the revolting taste of his own kind's blood in his very mouth. Shahin slowly looked up at his friend, trembling.
Roya suddenly walked into the room, having heard the yelling coming from the room. She put a hand to her mouth when she saw Shahin's face and look between the Vampire and the human. She pulled a soft tissue from the back pocket of her skirt and without word, went to motherly wipe the human's face. Shahin spun on her, panting with rage; and stormed out of the room.
"What…what was that all about?" The Vampiress asked Kamal.
"He…asked me if I would turn him into a Vampire."
"And you said no?"
"…Yes." He answered.
"Maybe you should have agreed to turn him." She replied.
"What in the Gods' names has overcome your mind, Roya?"
"And what, might I ask, has overcome yours?" Roya countered. He sighed.
"I just…didn't want the life of a Vampire for him."
"You speak of him as if he were your own son." She replied. He rolled his eyes.
"Yes, well; I've always been a little older than him, and I've been a bit protective of him for a long time." He murmured, then took a sip of his blood and savored the taste.
"Where did this blood come from?" He asked Roya.
"Bob."
Silence.
The Prince's eyes widened and he stared at the blood in his goblet, revolted.
"But…he hasn't done anything wrong." He said. Roya smiled.
"Yes, but he was annoying, wasn't he?"
"You didn't kill him?" Kamal asked.
"Of course not, silly. I'm not heartless." She said. "I let him leave. He muttered something suspicious when he walked out of the door, though…"
"Oh…" He said, then inhaled sharply.
"How in the hell did Shahin know I was here!"
(alley behind the Prince's house)
"And what did he say?" Bob asked the black-haired Persian.
"He said he didn't want me coming along with him." Shahin replied quietly.
"Well, damn…there goes another of Fereshteh's spies…" Bob replied. Shahin's eyes widened.
"What do you mean?" He was silenced when the Captain's sword unsheathed with blinding speed and impaled him through the heart. The short-haired Persian fell to the ground, lifeless eyes gazing up at his killer.
"I will have to inform the Empress of his whereabouts…"
A/N: Hmmmmm…probably shouldn't have let Bob go, Roya…
Roya: (stares at the ground with shame)
Ancient-v: But that made the chapter more interesting!
Roya: (smiles)
Prince: PLEASE R&R!
Ancient-v: You little punk!