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

A/N: I checked the Prince of Persia section for my story and I couldn't find it! This thoroughly pisses me off! (pops open root-beer, leans back and takes deep gulps) Maybe it's because I changed the rating. Well, guess I'll just have to find out. (cracks knuckles) Has anybody here played God of War yet? I haven't played it yet and oh I want to so bad! Devil May Cry 3 is also something I gotta get my hands on. I played it once at a friend's house, and I thought it was…hard. But I still want to get it. (yawns) Sleepy.

Ocecat: I'm glad you like the angstiness. I was hoping I'd get that kind of reaction. Thank you.

Resurrected

Chapter 28

"And is this how I am supposed to fulfill my destiny? By being kidnapped?" The Prince asked his old friend.

Farzan placed a hand under his beard and stroked it thoughtfully (it's the Seifuu from Kill Bill Volume 2!). "No, but I suppose it will work."

The male Vampire regarded the Old Man with the angry baring of his threatening fangs and the upward twitching of his top lip while a soft growl escaped him.

"But Shahin." Kamal growled. "He will become worried when he learns the absence of my presence!"

"Calm down." Farzan remarked. "They have already dispatched themselves on a ship to look for you. Do you really think they wouldn't do anything about you being taken by the Huntress?"

The Prince could kick himself. How had he thought his friends would be so unfaithful to him?

"How do you know this?" He asked the Old Man. The wise Persian sage smiled knowingly.

"I am not the wisest of all the sages in Persia for no reason. I have my ways, Kamal." He said. The Prince narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

He awoke to the sound of splashing waves, and suddenly let out a groan as his stomach twisted into a knot. He found a young guard sitting in a lone, wooden chair outside his cell and in the corner; a key in the human's hand. The guard was awake, and the Prince regarded him silently as he bit back a yelp of hunger.

"How long have I been asleep?" He asked the human.

"Three days." The guard replied. Kamal slowly sat up, leaning over and stretching his limbs like a great jungle cat and yawning, giving his natural prey that was guarding him a good look of his sharp, fanged teeth. The young man shivered involuntarily.

"I-…I know what Nefertari said, that none of us have any respect for your kind, but-…but I don't mind you." The guard said, looking down at the damp deck. The Vampire in the cell across from him looked up at him and raised an eyebrow with a supreme discombobulating expression.

"…Why? I'm a hunter; I kill your kind." Kamal said dryly.

"Because, well, you know…I know you can't help what you are, and that you have to drink human blood to survive…I don't think I could ever live the life of a Vampire like you, especially with all the torture you get from Fila…so, you know, I think I have some respect for you…" He trailed off when he saw the Prince double over, panting with his eyes squinted closed. The Vampire slowly laid down on side as his labored breathing slowed once more, claws digging into the wooden floor of his cell. The guard across from him had wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked. "Is it…does the hunger take you?" He added as he heard the hunger-weakened Vampire chuckle.

"I still don't understand why you would care." He said. "All the humans I've met usually had a negative attitude towards me.

"I'm sorry…I wish I could help, but…there's really nothing I can do for you except talk to you, which I'm actually not supposed to do anyway…so…"

"You do know that when a Vampire is hungry their hearing becomes two-times as keen, don't you?" The Prince asked. The human across from him nodded.

"Yes, yes I do." He answered.

"Then would you please do me a favor?" The Vampire in the cell requested. The guard gave him a questioning look and nodded.

"Please shut up."

(two days later)

Over the next couple days, his torture of the whip continued and Fila even had small portions of holy water poured onto his skin from time to time. At last when he thought the agony was over, more water would be poured and the echo of his shrieks would sound throughout the ship, making the guard who'd visited him the two days before wince in pity for the poor Vampire.

Kamal had also become mad with hunger.

His normal train of thought was gone and he'd become some kind of ravenous beast, the inner ferocity of the creature that lived inside of him. He paced his cell like a caged tiger and let out blood-curdling, Vampiric shrieks of fury like no other beast could perform. Many of the human guards that occupied his cell chamber became deaf because of the high-pitched, incredibly loud noises that the Prince unleashed. There was no shred of what the Prince used to be now that he was in this mindless state.

However, Nefertari felt no sympathy for him nor remorse for not feeding him.

So, his screeches became more frequent, and it was almost as if the demon nature in him was demanding to feed. More and more men lost their hearing over the time span that he was locked up in his cell between his torture times; which, to Kamal's delight; resulted in no more torture at all because of how strong and powerful he became since his demonic nature had been unleashed.

(one night later)

The time came when most of her crewman were deaf upon involuntarily listening to the Prince's cries of starvation. It was time for her to take matters into her own hands.

She quickly swaggered to the Prince's cell-room and plugged her ears up with thick cotton-swabs, though it did little for her abused ears. The Vampire Prince was angrily pacing back and forth in his small barred room, roaring and shrieking like a mad banshee. If he had a tail, it would be switching from side to side. When he saw her coming, his mind told him that this lady was familiar and she would help him if he pushed her far enough past her limit of patience.

He calmed, but only for a short while and to make her think he was sane again. She regarded him with disgust on her face and fury in her eyes.

"Listen here, you filthy animal;" She began, "I know you're in there somewhere inside that shell of a beast, and I know you can understand me. If you don't cease that reckless, extremely annoying sound you're making then I'll stake you right on the spot! And I MEAN it! So…shut up!"

Detecting stress patterns and tones of anger in her voice only made the predator angrier. He lunged to the front of his cell, latching his sharp claws onto the bars and screeching in her very face as her eyes squinted and her lips curled into a sneer.

Finally, close to deaf ears herself and not being able to take the awful noise anymore, she grabbed one of her own crewman; took him down to the Prince's cell and threw him to the starved Vampire; ignoring the human's screams of terror.

She'd never seen so much blood in her entire life, even with her job as a Vampire Huntress.

She turned her back on the gory scene as she heard the Prince's animalistic snarl and watched on the opposite wall the shadow of the Vampire gloriously ripping his prey apart, black ink-like shadows spurting into the air that was so much blood. The infrared glow of Kamal's eyes shone onto the shadows, coloring the silhouettes red like bright paint on a new wall.

Disgusted but still satisfied, she briskly turned on her heel to exit the Prince's cell-chamber. The ravenously feeding Vampire didn't stop until the body of his victim was drained dry into a shrunken husk of a corpse.

(the next morning)

Rejuvenated, energized eyes flashed open with a new, healthy crimson color and quickly glanced in the direction of the unrecognizable body of last night's dinner and he jumped up, startled. The Prince's breathing quickened.

Had he done this? Had he really been that mindless, to drain a victim so dry and into a nightmarish shell of a body? His head started feeling heavy and he sank to the floor into a crouch, staring at the remnants of his last meal.

Suddenly, the door to the room of his cell chamber swung open and Nefertari entered the room, her boots clunking on the damp wood.

"Out with you, Prince." She said as two guards came in, unlocking his cell and throwing him his swords. To his surprise, they didn't take hold of him.

"We have company on the horizon."

A/N: GAAAAASP!

Prince: What? (confused look, then glares at Arsalan) did you fart again!

Arsalan: (sheepish look)

Ancient-v: Ew…that's just gross…and no, I meant GAAAAASP because WHO IS ON THE SHIP COMING ONTO THE HORIZON?

Arsalan: Please Review!

Ancient-v: Oh, so it's you now!