Haven LEP Centre.
Foaly was busy focusing on his monitors when a screen popped up with a tile that read Fowl Manor. He clicked it. " You've got Foaly, this Had better be good Fowl."
"This isn't Artemis, Foaly,it's Butler."
Foley's brow furrowed, Butler making a call was not normal. Before he had come into work that morning he had had a discussion about a dream she dream last night. It had been disturbing, she told him that she didn't remember much but the feel that came with it was one of terror and great loss. And she had told him to be careful. No, Butler calling did not bode well, " Ah Yes, always good to hear from you Butler. My horse senses are telling me that there is trouble above, what's your problem then."
"Foaly, are Holly and No. 1 close by?"
" Yes," Foaly was becoming very uncomfortably now. And a cancerous ball of unease was settling in is stomach region gnawing away at his resolve " Why what's wrong?" He could hear the tremor in Butlers voice and the centaur did not like it. Not one bit.
"Get them now. I'll hold."
Within 6 minutes Holly and No.1 were present with Foaly. "Alright Butler we're here," said Holly ," now what's wrong?"
"I thought that because you were all so close to Artemis that you should be the first to know."
"WERE? Butler, that's past tense." Said No.1
"Friends, as of an hour ago, I found Artemis laying on the floor, dead."
Holly went white, No. 1 sank to the floor and started to silently sob, and Foaly took a involuntarily step backwards as if someone were offering him a cup filled with acid. "No," said Holly "that can't be. Artemis Fowl just doesn't't die. Butler, this is a mistake right, some kind of Sick Human joke. Well nobody's laughing down here. Now put Artemis on the line so I can rip him down one side and up the other for scaring us like this. You hear me Mudman. But Artemis on NOW!"
"Holly,I am indeed being very serious." And she heard the truth in Butlers voice but it didn't change the fact that she didn't want to believe it. Artemis couldn't die, people ( well equipped people) had tried and failed. She was expecting Artemis to live for a very long time and when the time for him to die did come he would have haggled death for a few more year. Or he would have found away around the situation entirely. No , No . This was wrong. "I'll let you know the details of the funeral as soon as I can. I have to go. The Fowls need me."
Foaly spoke up "Alright,take it easy up there and if you ever need to talk we are here for you."
"Thanks," Said Butler "that means a lot to me" and then there was silence.
Six weeks ago outside Fowl Manor
A pale thin woman stood silhouetted in the moon light, she was looking at a single window. The one belonging to a certain Artemis Fowl. He was the one they needed, she was sure of it. He was so perfect, so right for the job. Being a slayer wasn't for everyone, you had to choose carefully or else they just died and fell over like a pile of broccoli. And broccoli was no good during hand to hand combat with the evil hellish fiends that she and her brethren hunted at night. No good at all. But Artemis was perfect for it, he was smart and clever. He had seen terrible battles and vanquished Hellish foes before and was still alive. He had the resolve to face the hoards of the underworld. Yes He was the one. She ran toward the manor, jumped, and catapulted herself at Artemis' window. She landed with all the grace of a cat. She pushed on the window frame only to find that it was looked. It would be, wouldn't it. No matter, she pressed her hands to the frame and said the ancient words given to her by her brother Marquis for entrance and safe passage.
Once she was in she made her way over to where his sleeping body lay. She took out a small silver switch blade and sliced open her palm. She pressed he bloody palm to the Irish boy's mouth and recited the poem that must be said to make him as a hunter. A hunter of Daemons and the Dead. As a drinker of blood and a faithful steward of the night. This is how she was going to make him a vampire. As her Maker had made her vampire.
She began.
Drink deep the sacred wine of ages
Sleep like the dead at Peace
Take pleasure in your sunlit days
For soon they are to cease.
Pre par for the Battle that waits
Hell fire and Grave dirt each
We fight in the dark so others
May live a life of ease
And know that when you finally die
That you may fly away
And take grate delight
In God's eternal day.
After that she removed her palm and left the room. "See you soon Artemis"
