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

A/N: I'm not sure if Shahin's future is bright or dark, but it's half and half.

Resurrected

Chapter 22

Kamal lay beside the ever-so-slowly waking of his new (and first) fledgling on his bed, above the blankets and sheets. He figured it was taking Shahin longer to reawaken because he was younger and had a more serious wound healing than that of his when he'd died. Arsalan and Roya were still leaving them alone, but Roya had checked up on them once or twice. Arsalan refused to take part in any of it, but the Prince supposed his streak-haired friend had his reasons, however strange they might have been.

He watched his fledgling silently, the strong vibes of paternity never leaving him as he brooded. If anyone tried to hurt or take his new childe away from him, the Prince would most likely respond ferociously by either killing them slowly or making them suffer horribly. He knew this was how Vampire fledglings survived; how they were so dependant on their sire's faithful protection to keep them undead and well.

Kamal understood what he would have to do now for his newborn Vampire friend. There were so many things to teach him. Feed him, bring him prey, console him, stay with him, teach him to hunt, teach him to pounce, teach him to avoid the dangers against their elusive kind…

…And he still had yet to complete his important role in the Ancient Vampire Prophecy.

After he'd learned of the werewolves, he didn't feel so much like he was part of a lost race; a people whom had seemed to hide in the dark for thousands of years and more to come. With the knowledge he gained about his kind after his turning; he felt like he was just one of many creatures of the night who lived in solitude and went about their small nightly schedule, hunt; feed; then go back to sleep. Vampires weren't exactly known as well as places or cities such as Babylon or Cairo, but once he'd learned of the werewolves, he felt like people knew him better; that he wasn't so alone in the dark.

He couldn't wait to see the ancient race of wolf-evolving people for himself.

Moving on to his next thought, the Prince knew how tight the bonds were in a group of predatory hunters. There was usually always a leader (otherwise known as himself, or according to Roya, anyway…), a sentry/lookout for either danger and/or competition (Arsalan?), a watcher of the young ones and newly-borns (Roya, perhaps? Maybe not, since he was a Vampiric parent now), and of course; the fledglings or child-like members of the group.

His attention snapped back to his fledgling when the freshly resurrected Vampire began to painfully stir from his deathly comatose state, albeit slowly. An unimaginable amount of questions began to rapidly flood Kamal's thoughts.

Would Shahin know the Prince was his sire? Would he know who the both of them were? Would he know what they were? …And would Shahin even remember him?

…Would he remember anything?

He hesitantly moved away a little to give his friend-and-fledgling some much needed space. He didn't blink, for he feared his childe would disappear if he did so. Instead, his crimson eyes watched the turned teenager like an adolescent, orphaned hawk; not sure what to do with the rabbit because of its being abandoned. The Prince knew nothing about being a parent, but he prayed that whatever Gods were watching him would give him the instincts to raise this new weakling of a Vampire into a strong creature of the night like himself.

Shahin moved very little, and this worried him greatly. His friend had been comatose for much longer than he had. But, then again, he had to remind himself that Shahin was far younger than he was. Kamal bit into his own wrist with his threateningly defined fangs and let the blood flow into his child's overly-willing mouth.

Shahin eagerly gulped it down like a babe taking its first drink of its mother's milk, innocent and envyingly oblivious to the world as a fawn on its first walk in the wilds of a leafy forest, before it would come to know the wolf and the natural fear of the dangers that came with it.

But Shahin did not belong on any lower level of the food-chain now. He had no need to worry or fear anything else he could know of. Except for, perhaps; the werewolves his sire had learned about. But werewolves or no, Shahin would find out that he'd always be well-protected by a much greater and much more powerful Vampire than himself.

"N-n…" Shahin spluttered as he finished drinking his sire's blood. The Prince hushed him paternally, stroking back the black bangs in his childe's eyes as he spoke gentle words to him.

"Shhh…I'm here…you're not alone, I won't leave you…"

This reminded him of his own sire, and how she had left him alone with unfathomable terror in both his heart and mind, internally and externally. Of how afraid he'd been during his awakening. How desperately hungry and terribly confused he'd been, in dire need for another's close presence.

It wasn't going to be anything remotely close for his childe.

"K-kam…Kamal?"

At the sound of his name spoken by his fledgling and how ready his heart was to sink (but didn't, as far as the reply from his childe went), his eyes dilated with shocked appearance. But he had to remain calm, or Shahin would smell the strange emotions flowing through him and become frightened.

"Yes, Shahin. It's me." The Prince replied. Shahin's eyes steadily opened, as scarlet-red as Kamal had expected them to be.

"Am…am I a…Vampire? Shahin asked weakly. His sire, appalled that his fledgling would know this already (and by himself, no less!) nodded and smiled gently.

"You are." He answered faithfully.

"Did you…turn me?" Shahin mumbled.

"I did. I'm your sire now, your Vampiric parent. You're my childe, my fledgling." Kamal replied softly. He knew his fledgling was hurting, how keen and painful his senses were and how frustrated he was to not be able to control them.

He wanted Arsalan and Roya to see his new fledgling, but he didn't want to get up and leave the new Vampire. He slowly shifted himself away from Shahin, but stopped when his fledgling called out to him.

"P-please…don't…don't leave me…" Shahin cried softly, almost pathetically. He was in so much pain right now, Kamal knew. His small amount of sentimental nature was slowly building up. He clenched his eyes shut, trying to fight it.

"I…I don't want to…be alone…" More soft pleas from his childe. He was going to break any second now.

"Please…I'm so scared…" Shahin pleaded. This did it for his sire. Kamal lay back down on the bed, protectively grabbing his childe and pulling him close. He held him like he was the only thing in the world.

"Th-…thank you…" The fledgling smiled with comfort and nestled into his sire's embrace.

A/N: So…what do you think? Yaoi, fluff, or a little bit of both? None?

Prince: This chapter screams fluff.

Ancient-v: Really? I thought it was 4 Yaoi…oh well. PLEASE R&R!