Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Prince of Persia games or the companies that make them.
A/N: I've finally decided what to do with poor, poor Shahin.
Resurrected
Chapter 21
"Werewolves?" The Prince asked the elderly man.
"Yes, werewolves. People that turn into large, rabid wolves upon the night of a full moon…No man who has entered that forest-"
"-Has never returned. I know." Kamal cut in, then began walking off toward his friends. He politely waved behind him.
"Thanks for the help!" He added. The old man nodded and continued his way down the road.
"May the Gods bless him if he decides to go the that cursed place." He mumbled in prayer.
When the Vampire Prince had almost reached his friends, he immediately sensed something was wrong. He smelled blood, and his Vampiric sense of smell told him that it was almost completely fresh.
He saw Arsalan and Roya staring grimly at something in an alley on the ground and rushed to see what it was. He instantly regretted what he saw.
Shahin lay in a puddle of blood on his back, his heart torn open and chest covered in blood. His lifeless eyes stared up at the sky, wide and terrified. The Prince slowly moved toward his friend, shock adoring his red eyes. He knew his friend was dead.
"Shahin…" He dropped to his knees beside the body of his friend, familiar red tears dropping onto the ground.
"N-no…" His eyes half-lidded as he cried with sorrow. His two Vampiric friends watched with sadness and pity for him.
"Will you reconsider now?" Roya asked quietly.
"Reconsider what?" The Prince asked, eyes still burning with tears.
"Turning him." The Vampiress replied. Kamal spun around, eyes wide as he stared at her with shock.
…But now that he thought about it, he knew he had been cruel to his short-haired friend and he knew Shahin would have wanted to very badly come along with him on his journey. He would miss Shahin terribly, as well.
"…I would have to be the one to turn him, wouldn't I?" He asked the Vampiress.
"He would feel uncomfortable in a sire-fledgling relationship with me or Arsalan." She replied. Kamal looked back down at the body of his friend.
"I'll do it." He said. Roya nodded.
"Good. You know how to turn him…?"
"Feed him my blood…I had guessed that much." He replied. Roya smiled gently.
"Arsalan and I will leave you two alone for the turning." She said. Arsalan said nothing and followed her as they left for the Prince's home.
Kamal smiled sadly down at his friend's lifeless body.
"Well…" He looked up at the sky as if knowing his friend's spirit was up there somewhere, "This is your last moment until you become a creature like me…" He said, then decided to get it over with and get on with it.
He gently pried Shahin's mouth open and unsheathed a Vampiric looking dagger on the belt of his pants, something he hadn't noticed before. It'd probably came with his clothes when Roya gave them to him, but he hadn't seen it because it was near the back of his belt.
He slit his wrist and aimed the unnaturally dark blood over his friend's mouth.
The body did the same as his did when he had first been turned; convulsing violently while it changed in places it needed to. Claws, fangs and pointed ears slowly appeared on Shahin's body.
But the Prince was feeling something happen as well.
Some kind of permanent feeling was welling up inside of him. It wasn't fear, no; and neither was it fascination or morbid curiosity.
It was paternity.
He supposed Shahdee had felt the same way when she had resurrected him, even if she hadn't wanted to do it. This was something that coiled around every kind of parent's heart, dead or living. This was the want to protect something new and oblivious to the world.
He was a sire now, and this was his fledgling; his newborn predator. His childe.
His.
A/N: …Congratulations?
Prince: (sniffles with happiness)
Ancient-v: Now you have to wait and serve him the rest of your immortal lives! (laughs)
…Or will you kill him? Will he kill himself? PLEASE R&R!