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A/N: So we've got the Vampires, the werewolves; and the entrance of the Vampire Huntress; whom we can say is probably a hunter of both Vampires and werewolves.

Resurrected

Chapter 25

"…She hunts your kind and slays them as if it were her sole duty and purpose to do so. You must be wary of her, she is royalty and most likely has many allies at her disposal."

The Old Man's ever-cautious words echoed in the Prince's mind as he awoke from his short nap. Vampires knew how to awaken themselves when they wanted to; it was simply a part of their mysterious nature. His ears pricked when he heard soft footsteps entering the living quarters from his bedroom, and quickly but in a fluid-like grace he bolted up to help his childe.

Shahin didn't look weak anymore, but he was still pained by his new predatory senses and confused by his surroundings. He would have been acting the same as a three-day-old wolf pup. His sire remembered when he was like his fledgling after his rebirth.

"You shouldn't be up," The older Vampire said softly. From the chair across the oak-wood coffee table rose a sleepy Roya, who had also fallen to sleep along with a snoring, comical Vampire lying atop her and almost cutting off her circulation with his elbow pressed against her throat. She gasped and shoved him off of her, causing him to cry out as he fell onto the floor. The Prince, Shahin and the Vampiress winced as a 'thud' sounded when he hit.

"Always gotta be me…" Arsalan moaned as he slowly picked himself up. Roya shushed him as she held a finger to her mouth and jabbed the other one in the air towards Shahin's direction. Arsalan looked over at the fledgling and his eyes widened.

"Oh." He slowly moved forward, advancing on the young Vampire and Shahin gave him a frightened look as he moved to back away. The Prince grabbed his shoulders gently and held him there while his childe trembled. Arsalan began sniffing him and he gave a small whimper of fright.

"It's okay," His sire comforted, "He's just remembering your scent."

Shahin stilled himself, tightening his muscles. Before his sire could react, he hissed and slashed across Arsalan's face with his small clawed nails, drawing five bloody claw-marks across his cheek. The older Vampire gave a louder, more threatening hiss as he prepared to claw the fledgling back and Kamal roared.

"STOP IT!" He shoved Arsalan down into the chair next to Roya's and growled.

"He's just a fledgling, he doesn't know any better!" The Alpha Vampire snapped as Arsalan held his bloodied cheek. Shahin quivered and began slowly backing away, but Roya jumped up from her chair with motherly intent and held her arms around him.

"Well then you should have told me that before I started smelling him!" Arsalan argued.

"I didn't think Shahin was that violent!" Kamal said coldly.

"Of course you didn't think-"

"You GUYS!"

The two male Vampires stopped their sniping at each other and looked in Roya's direction.

Shahin was crying his first bloody tears. He was frightened, and terribly so. But frightened at what? The bloody claw marks he had dealt to his elder's pale cheek, or the keen tone of anger in his sire's voice? Both, perhaps?

"Dear Gods, Shahin…" The Prince slowly advanced on his childe. He sank to his knees as his fledgling fell forward with shock, catching him. Shahin gratefully melted into his embrace.

"I'm so sorry…I didn't mean to scare you…" Kamal whispered, voice hitched with oncoming sobs. The fledgling buried his face into his best friend and sire's neck, but the Prince knew he wasn't going to bite.

Sometimes fledglings would seek the blood of a loved one in an approach for much needed comfort, most likely their sire. He had learned this in a book he and Arsalan had read back at the Palace of Fereshteh's Isle. But, Shahin had already fed and had no need for blood. He simply sat there and shed tears onto his Vampiric parent's pale flesh.

Roya and; surprisingly Arsalan; decided to leave them alone. Arsalan somehow felt better about the situation because of how he sensed the strong, true fear emanating from Shahin. and mentally forgave both the fledgling and the older Vampire.

Once a good thirty minutes passed, Kamal took the opportunity to chuckle softly as he comfortingly rubbed his childe's back.

"He's a strange one, isn't he?" The Prince asked jokingly, referring to Arsalan. Shahin made a small, hoarse reply.

"Mhm." He answered. A small moment of silence and the older Vampire sniffed his fledgling a few times, his keen sense of smell picking up fibers of dirt.

"You need to bathe." He said. He watched as the young hunter's ears perked every now and then, catching faint sounds of scampering mice and other small animals outside the adobe house.

"Does it still hurt you? Your ears and nose, you know; things like that?" Kamal asked.

"A little." His friend replied. The Prince sighed.

"It'll get better. Probably stop hurting in a couple days or so, and then you'll be able to focus them how you want them to be." He said quietly. Shahin put on a grimace.

"I can hear heartbeats…I think they belong to the animals outside, because, well…we're dead…"

"I know. That's how it is at first." His sire replied.

"Why am I hearing heartbeats?" Shahin asked, gently pulling out of his friend's arms. The Prince gave a look of concentration as he searched his thoughts and bit his lip.

"Well, I'm not going to lie to you, but…it's a natural addition of something that can help you catch your prey."

"I'm going to…" He gulped, "…But I don't want to kill anybody." Shahin whispered.

"You're going to have to every now and then if you want to survive. Vampires cannot simply subsist on animal blood, we have to drink human blood to live and sometimes that involves killing our prey to get enough blood. But you won't have to learn to hunt for another good couple of weeks. You're too young right now and most of the time your meal will want to fight back."

His childe was silent.

"Hey," The sire Vampire started, lifting Shahin's chin. "Chin up. We can't help what we are, and none of having to kill for food is any of your fault at all." He finished. Shahin sighed softly.

"It's just…ever since my family died I…I haven't been too keen on killing." The Eagle-named Vampire fledge murmured.

"I know. But look at it this way," Kamal said, "You don't have to worry about any other predators now that you're one of them, and have me to protect you. And perhaps once my destiny is complete, you can slay your family's killers."

But his fledgling gave him a suspicious look and The Vampire Prince let on a questioning gaze before Shahin replied.

"…You won't be helping me?"

A/N: Aha, the suspicion to Shahin that his sire might die has finally been revealed!

Prince: PLEASE-

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