Artemis Fowl and all associated items are copyright to Eoin Colfer. Twilight and all associated items are copyright to Stephanie Meyer. I do not hold claim to any of thier ideas. Please enjoy. There are no OCs/MarySues in this crossover. I have enough characters to deal with anyway, so dont worry about it.

Prologue

Foaly swallowed, staring at the screen. Perspiration ran into his eye and he blinked it away. Ten more seconds.

Police Plaza was silent – everyone's eyes were glued to the communication screens, waiting for the inevitable connection. Holly took a deep breath, exhaling as quietly as she could, but it seemed deafening in the tense silence. There were flickers, then, that slowly solidified – first a vague outline, then a more solid face-shape. Pale skin, deep eyes, white hair, a slight grin.

"Greetings," the timeless voice murmured to them. Foaly swallowed again. Every fairy in the plaza put their brains in gear, switching easily through the gift of tongues to Italian. "We have something to discuss with your commanders."

"How may the People help you… Aro?"

The vampire smiled and leaned in closer to the screen, his eyes glimmering. "I want help in taking down a certain clan – their leader is Carlisle Cullen."

Artemis sighed and stared down at the opera-stage. The actors (yet again) were mediocre and held little interest for him. He had seen The Taming of the Shrew dozens of times in his short 17 years, and nothing truly innovative had come of it. If the lights had been just a little brighter, he would have read from his pocket manual Courtesy and Propriety (a pointed birthday gift from his mother who insisted that he didn't get out enough). He didn't find it interesting, for it was merely a compilation of behavioral facts of which he was already aware.

Artemis smoothed back his black hair and sighed – a few strands fell back in his eyes, and he swept them back expertly. He needed a haircut, but for some reason, Angeline Fowl seemed determined to have it in this sort of tousled state. He missed his tidy cut. Butler, standing behind him, smiled a little and shifted to his left foot – only thirty minutes remaining. Then it was back in the limousine, back to Fowl Manor, and back into a less dull environment.

The boy decided, since the light was poor, that he should instead begin to identify the various peoples of importance in the room. He had already had business dealings (both shady and legal) with over three-fourths of them, but it didn't hurt to run through a mental checklist.

Box 1, Russian nobles. Legal and illegal enterprises, all dealing with weaponry and medicines.

Box 2, Prince of Wales. Legal enterprises, all dealing with shipping and machinery.

Box 3, the Fowl family. Legal enterprises now. He paused his mental checklist to make a small smile. Legal. How his father just loved being legal. He didn't exercise his intellect as much (in Artemis' respective opinion), but he still loved it. Not as much as Angeline loved it though. If she wasn't in love with Artemis Senior before, she sure was now.

On to Box 4, three Turkish diplomats. One enterprise, illegal, dealing with frozen goods. Another snort. Frozen goods, indeed. As if compression bombs were frozen goods. He had to make sure that they never made the mistake of using an ice-cream truck for that sort of venture ever again.

Box 5… Artemis's eyes narrowed. The three men seated there were obviously natives, but they were old, and dressed in simple grey suits. Their skin was a strange milky-white, even more bleached of pigment than Artemis'. Though, to be fair to the poor genius, he had been working out more on the grounds. Butler had yet to push him to running five miles straight, but they were working on it.

He went back to analyzing them, sinking into his seat just a little – not enough to cut off the blood-flow to his brain, but enough to give him a little bit of a better view of the Italians. The one closest to the edge was white-haired, and the other two had black hair. They all sat perfectly still in their seats – like statues, carved out of white marble. The boy frowned. They didn't shift once under his scrutiny. His eyes then shifted to the two children in the seats behind the men – an odd placement, for children were often seated in front, where they could be quickly disciplined. And that was in a normal theatre. In grand, Italian theatres, such as this one, children were almost never allowed. But these two were perfectly behaved – little dolls, pale and dressed up tidily. They sat there, also perfectly still, but their eyes did not remain fixed on the play for long. The girl swiftly looked at Artemis and made direct eye contact with him, as if she could sense his stare. He stiffened in his chair, but could not look away.

Even in the dim light, he could tell that the little girl had red eyes. Her porcelain face, though sweet-looking, held those two fascinating, and simultaneously frightening, orbs. He felt like he was drowning, and he actually could sense his breath grow short in his chest.

If Artemis Fowl didn't know any better, he would have thought that he was looking at a pixie. But she was not quite cherubic enough – there was something a little predatory, a little more feral about this girl. Yes, Opal Koboi had been devious and demented and cat-like, but she never actually looked dangerous. Just mad. This girl, thought Artemis, as he turned away with his head spinning, was a huntress. A true Artemis.

He took several deep breaths before glancing back at her out of the corner of his eyes. She was back to looking at the play, but her head was inclined towards her brother, her lips a soft blur of movement. The boy smiled, never once looking at her, and squeezed her hand. They rose together, and the girl touched the hand of the white-haired man. He glanced at her, smiled, then went back to watching the play. The children exited, then, and Artemis felt a strange chill run down his spine. His cell phone softly vibrated in his pocket, making no noise.

The boy stiffened. Only five people knew his cell phone number: the first was his father, the second, his mother. The third was Butler, though he rarely called it anymore, as Artemis was currently attending a college close to Fowl Manor. The last two on the list weren't even human.

It was simple, really. It didn't take a genius (which Artemis was) to determine that the only person that was calling him at that moment was a civilian of the city of Haven. He carefully excused himself to the bathroom, and Butler followed him out into the hall. It was empty.

He ducked into a niche and pulled out the vibrating phone. The glowing caller ID confirmed his suspicions: Holly. He swallowed. Holly never called him these days unless she had no other choice. It was a hard truth, but a truth nonetheless. He carefully pressed the Talk button and brought the phone to his ear.

"Good evening, Holly," he said softly, trying to stay calm. "How may I help you?"

There was a slight pause, and then she sighed. "Get your parents out of the manor. Or get yourself out of the manor. Get some place we can meet, some place secure."

Artemis flickered a glance at Butler, who nodded and pulled out his own phone, tapping into the line with practiced ease. "We're listening."

"Artemis, we're in for something big," she said, her voice strained. "The LEP asked me to help as a civilian. That should be enough to tell you that it's serious."

He nodded, even though she couldn't see him. "Yes, Holly, I'm listening."

Another deep breath. "You're not going to like this."

Butler growled. "Holly." His tone was a little short, but it got his point across.

"I know, I'm sorry, old friend," she said hurriedly. "I'm nervous, that's all." Artemis now began to panic (quietly in his head, of course). Holly was dancing in circles, scared. This really was serious – the shaking in his hands was evident to that. "Artemis… we're going to go to war with a vampire coven."

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