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

A/N: Well then, that last chapter was certainly an apparent success due to the excellent reviews I received. I wouldn't have gotten this far with this fic if I hadn't received the amount of reviews I have now. Here's a big shout out to my faithful reviewers:

Sister Chelsea: …Wow…that was a LONG review! Thank you so much, I appreciate it!

Hubiedutch: I thought that it would be interesting if Bob was in league with Nefertari. Thanks!

Ocecat: Egyptian culture is interesting to me, because of all the gods and goddesses and hieroglyphics they used to depict their everyday lives or ritual sacrifices. It's just a neat, unique Country.

On with chapter 27!

Resurrected

Chapter 27

His sensitive ears picked up the splashing of cool, blue waves against wood as his eyes began to slowly, automatically open. He was terribly weak, more so that it was past his comfort. His claws absent-mindedly twitched at his sides, and he realized he was lying on his right side. A stinging pain rolled over his body every few seconds, making him wince.

His scarlet eyes started focusing correctly after a few minutes since his awakening, but he was still left with weak vision. The drugs in his body made him sleepy and he couldn't see very well, as well as make out the sounds his ears were twitching to. The heartbeats he normally picked up perfectly were now muffled and shuffled together, like a continuous beat or a thick humming noise. His brain wouldn't even let him think straight, so he couldn't pick out what or who the heartbeats belonged to; whether they were rats or humans.

He wasn't hungry, he was too tired to let the hunger-pains overcome his drowsiness. In truth, he didn't remember the last time he'd fed.

His weak sight let him see that he was in some kind of heavily-barred cell with an iron-bar window to his left, with which he could see white seagulls flitting about over the open sea, rapidly zooming about in search for fish in the deep, blue waters as their screeching cries pierced his hypersensitive Vampire ears.

The sound of boots thudding on damp wood entered his field of hearing and he saw someone familiar enter the room between the door and his cell. He'd seen her somewhere before…

Nefertari smiled sickeningly-sweet and crossed her arms.

"We meet again, Vampire." She mocked. "Having fun in that prison of yours?"

The Prince focused his eyes on her. "I remember you from somewhere. What is your name again?" His own voice echoed in his mind, and he realized that he'd been drugged with something incredibly strange.

"Nefertari," She answered, "We fought in your bedroom, and we gave each other some nasty scars on the face. I shall never be able to forgive you for that, Vampire." She added nastily. "Oh, and…I kidnapped you." She finished. Kamal's eyes dilated.

"Why? Where are my friends?" He questioned. Nefertari gave a sinful giggle.

"They are in Babylon, which is now very far away from where we are. I do hope you realize that you will never see them again where you are going." She answered. The Prince's heart (or what was left of it) sank when he heard this, but he didn't lose all hope at once. He still held a little faith in his friends in seeing him again, hope was a trait most of he and his brothers use to carry when they were all alive and living at their home Palace in Babylon, but he still held a shred of it left within his shrunken, dried up heart.

"Where are you taking me?" He asked. "Back to Fereshteh's Isle?" He questioned with hatred.

"Oh, no. But Empress Fereshteh will be at the place you're going to. It's the Island of Hadi. We're going to the Temple of Rostam, which is located in the Forest of Rahim-"

"I know." The Prince cut her off. She didn't look surprised.

"And I know that you know. Oh, and by the way, we will be arriving on the Island in about another week. Know that you will not be leaving that cell until then and will not receive any blood in the time being. Also know that all of the people and I on this ship hold no sympathy or compassion toward Vampires, so do not expect any kindness from us." She turned her back on him and made to leave, but then looked over her shoulder with a cruel look in her eyes.

"Torture is also on the list for any Vampires on this ship, but Fila will cover all of that for you. And seeing as how you escaped from Fereshteh's isle without her permission, you will receive special torture." She said threateningly as she exited his cell-chamber.

(later that evening)

Just as the sun was beginning to set, the Prince sat against one wall under his window with his legs pulled up to his chest and hands clasped together around them. He sighed and then suddenly jumped with anxiety as he saw a scantily-clad woman enter the room, a nasty looking whip with a nail tied to the end in her hand. She snapped her fingers, expecting the Vampire to jump up off the floor with fear and worry.

When he didn't, she smirked.

"I guess I have some taming to do, then." When she said this, he glared at her. She was making him feel as though he was an animal.

"My name is Fila. When I snap, you do what you think I want you to do. If you don't do what I want you to do, you get 10 lashes. Understand, Vampire?"

He said nothing.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND!" She screamed, causing his ears great agony. He nodded, holding his Persian pride and stood. She smiled as if nothing had happened and yelled for the guards. They sprinted into the room and unlocked his cell, rushing to grab him by the shoulders and roughly shove him up against the wall. He hissed at them with annoyance, but when one of the men spit in his face he quieted himself with disgust. They cuffed his wrists with powerful rope, tightly tying them together.

Next, they turned him around and one of the guards produced some kind of muzzle that went down around his neck. His eyes widened as the muzzle was shoved onto his face, strapping around his jaws and under his chin. It was so tight on his throat and mouth that he couldn't even conjure any hisses or growls, let alone a whimper. He knew this would prevent him from snapping or biting at anyone.

The two men violently grasped his shoulders and escorted him into the hall and out onto the upper deck with Fila following.

There were crewman everywhere, gathered in a circle as if they were to witness some kind of show of expensive attraction. The guards backed away and Fila shoved Kamal to the deck onto his knees, ripping the shirt from his back. The Vampire looked up at the stars and moon and prayed to whatever gods or goddesses were out there that he wasn't about to endure too much pain.

Fila spun the deadly looking whip around like a lasso, causing the human males to whistle flirtingly and hoot like lust-sick animals.

With the first crack of the whip and the leather with the sharp nail raking across his back, he threw back his head but wasn't able to scream with agony. His eyes had never been so dilated with pain in his entire life.

The men laughed and cackled like hyenas at his suffering.

Each lash of the whip against his pale flesh made him despise humans more and more. He wanted to break free of his bonds and tear them to pieces with his bare claws, relishing in the feeling of their blood spraying across his cool skin like sprinkling rain on a gloomy day.

When at last the final lash was complete, and he had endured the agony of 1000 lashes; he was picked up by the upper arm from the guards and carried back to the cell as the laughter of his now-mortal-enemies rang in his ears.

The guards dropped him onto the floor of his cell and he heard the clanging lock of the iron gate before he fell into a greatly-welcomed sleep.

A/N: Why do I put you through crap like this?

Prince: Because angst is good.

Ancient-v: Very true. PLEASE REVIEW!