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

A/N: I just realized that I haven't done any review responses in a long time.

Ocecat: That's okay, I haven't checked my email in a while either. And how could I ever be mad at you anyway, you're such a faithful reviewer!

Hubiedutch: Yay for the new reviewer! (you, of course) Thank you!

Z6e6r6o: Yeah, I thought a Prince of Persia Vampire fic would be a good idea for a fresh addition to the Prince of Persia fics. It's just…different, and I don't think anyone else would have imagined the Prince as a Vampire or drinking blood.

Thanks for the reviews.

Resurrected

Chapter 24

Kamal lay sleeping with his childe in a comfortable pair of black trousers and a sleeveless black shirt when Shahin awoke.

Shahin nudged his sire's shoulder, eventually rousing him from his slumber. The fledge whimpered and the Prince shot into protective, concerned sire mode.

"What? What's wrong?" He sat up, frantically looking his childe over to see if anything was wrong with him. Shahin made small, Vampiric whimpering noises.

"Hungry…" He cried softly. Kamal immediately reached over his side of the bed and pulled the unconscious Vampire up to his fledgling. He wanted to direct Shahin to the neck, but he waited to see if the younger Vampire instinctively knew what to do. If Shahin was hungry enough, he would figure it out for himself since his sire wasn't going to help him.

Shahin smelled the blood resonating in the jugular of the vampire before him and slowly leant over, letting the scent guide him to where he wanted to bite. He sunk his small fangs into the pale flesh and made some kind of happy noise as he nursed the sweet Vampire blood.

The Prince felt his black heart swell with pride and laid back down, watching his fledgling feed. Shahin would survive his first few weeks of Vampiric unlife and become a powerful predator like himself, he was sure of it. With the help of he and his friends, this young hunter would live.

Suddenly, Arsalan burst into the room, panting as he leant against the mast of the doorway. His eyes were wide and panic was stricken all over his face. Kamal quickly sat up, alert.

"What is it?" He asked the streak-haired Vampire. Arsalan looked up from the floor at him, breathing still labored.

"It's Roya!" He cried hoarsely.

"She's gone!"

(streets of Babylon)

"ROYA!" The Prince screamed, sniffing the air continuously and running from alley to alley. Arsalan did the same.

"Oh my God…" He heard Arsalan murmur quietly. He ran to the alley his friend occupied and froze along with the other Vampire.

A stake lay on the ground with a pile of dust beside it.

"No…n-…" Arsalan fell to his knees in front of the small mountain of ashes. Tears stung both of the Vampires' eyes.

"This…this can't be…Roya…" Arsalan added. All of a sudden the Vampires' ears perked up and they found an old man walking toward them. He stopped behind the two and gave them a sad look.

"You are Vampires, are you not?" He asked. The Prince clenched his teeth and fangs shut violently, so much that he could feel his fanged teeth slicing into his gums. He spun around and pounced, shoving the old human against the wall.

"Why, old man?" He growled, fangs fully bared in his anger. "Did YOU do this to her?" He asked threateningly. His prey chuckled.

"No, but I can bring her back." He said. Kamal narrowed his eyes.

"How?" He snapped.

"I'm a gypsy, I don't have to explain my ways to you." Was the reply. He was silenced as his face contorted with agony and the Prince's sharp claws easily penetrated the man's shoulders. Arsalan watched with curiosity.

"You…" Kamal hissed, eyes glowing momentarily, "…Are in no position to tell me what you'll not do…" He said dangerously. "You will bring our friend back and I will spare you if you do. If not," He shoved his claws deeper into his enemy's flesh and growled.

"I'll make you wish for death."

The Gypsy bit his lip as the angry Vampire slid his claws out of his deeply punctured shoulder and gasped, leaning forward. Blood seeped from his shoulders where Kamal's claws had cut into him.

"I've known your kind for years, Vampire," He panted as he held onto one bloody shoulder, "You stalk and kill us gypsies just to live, never showing us any mercy and slaughtering us like cattle. You don't have to tell me what you'll do to me if I don't oblige." He snapped back and knelt beside the pile of dust that was Roya.

"Nenthri ihm mihk imahis," He said in a foreign language as his waved his hand over the ashes, "Shin migahmi Vampiri britah hirim bihak." He finished. His hand glowed purple momentarily, and the stake beside the ashes exploded into millions of tiny splinters; flying through the air and sticking into Kamal's skin. If he'd been wearing his armor, he would have been protected from them. He yelped and fell down, trying to avoid more of them. They somehow managed to miss Arsalan.

The pile of dust began to grow and shift, taking the outline and form of someone. The dust disappeared and in it stood a Vampiress.

But it wasn't Roya.

"SHAHDEE?" Kamal and Arsalan cried in unison. The Vampiress kicked the old man aside, instantly killing him with the long points of her sharp boots. She raised a brow at the male Vampires.

"Yeah, it's me… aound that filthy little no good bitch who staked me is going to pay, too." She snarled, spitting on the ground to emphasize her disgust. The Prince and Arsalan exchanged shocked looks as they slowly turned to look at each other, then back Kamal's sire.

"And…" Shahdee narrowed her eyes at the hundreds of splinters imbedded into her childe, "What in the hell happened to you? That looks painful."

"It is…hey, wait, no. I am not going to let you change the subject." He hissed. "Where is Roya!" He threatened, standing up but wincing at all the sharp little pieces of wood in his pale, unguarded flesh. He leant against a wall and bared his fangs in pain.

"…A lot of bad shit happens to you, doesn't it?" Arsalan joked. Kamal spun and glared at him, eyes flashing a red glow for a moment.

"WE ARE NOT CHANGING THE SUBJECT!" He roared. He turned around when he saw the confusion etched on Arsalan's face.

Shahdee was gone.

"Um, guys?" Came a small female voice behind him. The male Vampires turned around to see none other than the Vampiress they had been looking for at the entrance of the alley. Roya smiled at the Prince.

"Need some help with those splinters?"

(Kamal's home)

The splintered Vampire lay on the sofa, his shirt off and lying on his belly as Roya picked the small pieces of wood out of his pale skin.

"And Arsalan," He paused as he clenched his teeth together in a whimper of pain while the Vampiress plucked another splinter out of him, "…You say…she just vanished?"

"Yeah, it was weird! It was like she was there, and then WOOSH! There she goes!" Arsalan replied. Kamal rolled his eyes at his friend's sound effects and hissed sharply as yet another sliver of wood was removed. He gasped at the sudden realization shooting through his mind.

"Hey, Roya," He said, "You didn't…happen to be the one that staked her, did you?"

"No," She said truthfully. The Prince curled his tongue in his mouth.

"…Then who did?"

(outside the Prince's home)

A threatening looking female wearing all black that made her seem invisible narrowed her eyes as she crouched beside the window of the Prince's bedroom, clutching a stake in her hands. Many other pointed pieces of wood adorned her belt.

"Just you wait, Prince," She said quietly, "Just you wait and see." She stood as silent and graceful as a panther and stealthily moved around the corner of the adobe-brick house, grinning to herself with dark glee.

"You will know fear once you meet the Vampire Hunter."

A/N: Hmmm…(silence)

Prince: …PLEASE R&R!

Ancient-v: PUNK! (chases after the Prince)