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

A/N: Sorry it took me a while to update, I went away from home for the weekend; thus leaving my computer. I stayed at Embassy Suites owned by the Hilton, and apparently they need to make a computer/office area for that Hotel. Otherwise, I would have updated if there had been.

Hubiedutch: I'm sorry that last chapter was boring for you, but I had to create some links between the characters. That, and I needed to introduce Shahin to Arsalan and Roya. I'm not angry with you, I'm actually glad you said that because now I know to try and make chapters like that a little more interesting. Thank you.

Z6e6r6o: I know that was kinda weird, but I had to get it out there. I'm happy that you're being honest with me, though! Thank you.

Ocecat: There's my ever faithful reviewer! I was beginning to wonder where you went. Thank you for saying the Sire-childe relationship was interesting! I mean I'm not mad at the other two reviewers but that was exactly what I wanted to hear! Thanks again.

And now, on with the next chapter.

Resurrected

Chapter 26

"You're not going to come with me?" The fledge murmured. Kamal stared at him, then hung his head.

"Shahin, I might…I might die." He replied.

"Why? How?"

"Because my destiny is very dangerous." Kamal answered softly.

"But must we speak of this now, childe? It's…depressing. Can't it wait until maybe a few more weeks when you've learned to hunt and have gathered common Vampire knowledge?" His sire asked hopefully. "Please, Shahin." He added. His fledging sighed and nodded.

"Alright." Shahin said. Kamal nuzzled the back of the Vampire fledgling's hair. Shahin made a face.

"But I don't like it."

"I know," The Vampire Prince replied. "Let's go see what the others are up to." He added and stood from the couch, stretching his limbs and lulling his tongue while he yawned heavily.

He motioned for Shahin to follow him and he headed for the bedroom door. He called jokingly as he opened the door's handle.

"You two better not be doing anything unheard of in here!" He cried and gasped at what he saw.

A female long, black hair wearing all black had his two friends pinned against the wall, holding a deadly stake at each Vampire's heart. He narrowed his eyes and hissed.

"Who are you?" He asked dangerously. The girl turned slowly, looking over her shoulder at first and then; upon seeing who it was, she smiled a sickly-sweet smile and chuckled.

"Well, I was beginning to wonder when you'd show up. And what's this?" The unknown female questioned mockingly as she gestured towards Shahin. "A young fledgling? And he belongs to you, Prince?"

Shahin glared at the woman, not liking the fact that she was making it sound like he was owned by someone. The Prince began to bare his fanged teeth slightly, then saw his fledgling doing the same. Kamal didn't like the unknown woman either, but of course one would expect something so apparent when his friends were about to be small piles of ashes.

He sniffed the air a few times, trying to catch a familiar scent on the new, threatening visitor. His eyes remained narrowed.

"You don't smell human…and you don't smell entirely like a Vampire, either…then what are you?" He asked in more a demanding statement.

"My name is Nefertari III, daughter of Nefertari the II, daughter of the first! And, I am the last Vampire Hunter alive, as well as imbued with the power of a Vampire to help me destroy the ones who I so despise. I am Egyptian royalty, a Princess; and from what I hear you are Persian royalty, a Prince." She exclaimed, and moved away from Arsalan and Roya. The two Vampires sighed mentally with relief. Nefertari began to slowly move around the Prince, smiling dangerously.

"We are like in many ways, you and I…" She started, "Both having lost family, both having only one purpose to live for…both hunters…but alas, you are a natural hunter; in a twisted sort of way. I don't feed upon my victims."

"I'm guessing you're here to slay my friends and I." Kamal said, and his fledgling slowly went into the living quarters to gather his sire's weapons. He came back and handed it to the Prince, who nodded in thanks and turned back to his enemy. Nefertari giggled.

"Of course, Vampire. Or would you rather sit and talk?" The Huntress asked coldly, drawing her sword in a blinding speed. The Prince held his blades before him, motioning for his childe and his friends to leave the room. They did so, running out of the adobe house as well and hiding in the comfortingly dark alley across the street.

"You do realize that I cannot let you live?" Kamal asked as they circled each other.

"Now that I know that you know way too much about me for my liking, and because you are a threat to my childe and friends; you must die for these reasons!" He cried and lunged, locking swords with his opponent as sparks erupted from the contact.

"Not likely, Prince." Nefertari taunted and kicked the Vampire in the stomach. He hissed and slashed her across the shoulder with his Eagle sword. She cried out, and he watched with shock as her wound began to shrivel and heal rapidly before their very eyes. She smirked at him and charged, catching her sword on the edge of his blade once again.

Their parries and thrusts were beginning to look like something of a Dance of Death, a unique style of combat between a Prince and a Princess.

Both predator, both prey.

All at once, Kamal missed a correct block from her and her sword came screaming through the air at him, and his eyes widened as it slashed across his face; re-scarring the scar that was already there. He glared at her with vehement and ice in his eyes. As blood seeped down his face from his flesh-wound.

"You…" He hissed, "…You will pay for that!" Remembering that face-wounds took a long time to heal on a Vampire and that she held qualities of one, he lunged and slashed his shiny black claws across her face. She yelped as his claws cut into her skin and blood began to pour from her multiple claw-wounds as well.

"Blood for blood, hm?" Nefertari asked icily with hatred. The Prince saw his opportunity and pounced on the blood-loss weakened Huntress, shoving her to the ground while he placed his deadly claws atop her shoulders. He began to bare his teeth and she knew he was going to bite her in an attempt to drain her of her blood, thusly to kill her.

Before he could sink his fangs into her neck, something thin and sharp zipped through the air and imbedded itself in his back. He cried out, falling onto his stomach beside his enemy and panting heavily. He weakly reached behind his back as Nefertari stood, and ripped the thing from his pale flesh. He brought it to his crimson, now-dimly glowing eyes and they widened.

It was an empty dart.

"The fluid has already entered your system, Vampire. You will be asleep soon." Nefertari said in a sickeningly-sweet voice. Behind her, a man with hardened features and the look of someone who worked at sea slowly walked in through the door of the bedroom.

The Prince smelled a familiar scent before he fell unconscious.

Bob.

A/N: That can't be good.

Prince: That no good traitor!

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