I would like to take a moment here and acknowledge Mr. H. P. Lovecraft. Yes, the Necronomicon belongs to him that was his idea and now people ever where get to use it. You may have noticed it recently in a little film called The Evil Dead. It has many forms but its still the same evil book. Look for it and other Lovecraftianisms along the way and in everything else I write. Thanks again for Reading.

Later in Dublin

Artemis and Caroline were standing outside an old dilapidated building, it was maybe half the size of Fowl Manor."This is your flat?" asked the fledgling

"Home sweet Home." Answered his Master " be it ever so humble" They walked into the warehouse, the floor was covered in dust, glass, wrappers, and bones. Some of those bones looked human, Artemis did not care. After all he wasn't human, not any more. Caroline walked to the back of the warehouse and opened a door, It was a narrow aperture with stairs going up as well as down. "Don't go downstairs." Instructed Caroline, "that's where Marquis sleeps, he likes his privacy. He's also something of a scientist and might be the creepiest person you ever meet. Just don't go down there, not unless you are unfortunate enough to have him invite you into his domain." She continued to walk upstairs. Caroline opened the door on the second floor.

It was a well furnished room with white couches and desks and ,well, well well they had computers. Really nice ones as it happened. There was also what appeared to be benches, coffee tables . No, not benches, not coffee tables, coffins. Black obsidian coffins. Caroline caught him staring "We don't really sleep in those. I was joking back at the cemetery, they're more of decoration, or decoys. However you would rather think of them."

Artemis relaxed a little,"So how many people are living...staying Here.?" Asked Artemis

" Just four including yourself." Answered his Master. " You already know me, and as I have mentioned Marquies . That just leaves his fledgling, Rori." As if one queue, A tall beautiful woman sauntered through the door and into the room. She was covered in gore and blood. She kicked off her boots and ran her fingers through her red hair. Some teeth and fell out. She looked like a super modle if super models sported badly fluid. And like the blood and body parts confidence just seemed to roll off her.

"Rori!" shouted a voice from below the stairs, "Rori, don't walk away from me. You had no right to eat that man."

"Oh." Said Caroline. "Entrails are about to hit the fan. Prepared your self, because this room is about to get very small very quickly. Just do your best and pretend to not be here. It's what I like to do. Have you ever watched As the World Turns?"

A very tall, very pale angry man emerged from the stairwell. He would have probably been pale before he died. He was a snow storm of furry "Rori, Why did you think it was necessary to eat that man?"

"Hey, " replied Rori, " He was alive when I left him doesn't that count for...anything?"

"Noooo. It doesn't you are 120 years old, I thought you would know by now. How do you suppose this is going to come across to Caroline's new fledgling? Just feed on who ever we please do whatever you want. Do you remember what happened to Sam"

Rori's eyes turned cold "Don't talk to me about Sam. I am nothing like him, he was broken before he came to us and I'm willing to bet broken before he turned"

Rori and Marquies were nose to nose, glaring each other down. It looked like they were going to kill each other, Artemis was almost sure of it. Eyes glowing hotter and hotter. You could cut the tension with a serrated blade. Then Caroline leaned over and whispered "wait for it"

And just as suddenly as it had all began, they were kissing. Long and hard and deep. Then Marquies took Rori gently by the shoulders, tilted her head to one side and bit into her neck. While simultaneously rolling up one sleeve and offering his arm to Rori which she enthusiastically bit into. Blood weep from their wounds, slowly trickling down their cold skin. Dark livid red.

Their blood was cycling, leaving her and entering him, leaving him and entering her. The action was complete, seamless, and felt as if it would go on and on till the world ended. Completion.

Caroline leaned over again. "I know what you must be thinking, but let me assure you that their relationship is completely philanthropic. Emotions for us are a little more intense, love, hate, remorse, forgiveness, etc. But be assured that he is, for lack of a better term, her father and she his daughter. Its just a little more so because their immortals. This is just a very primitive way of showing their love and the connection they share."

Artemis nodded in mock understanding, this vampire business was going to be a bumpy ride.

"They could be at this for hours," Caroline sighed, " do me a favor. Go to the bath room and wash the grave dirt off you. You'll feel better. Its down the hall at the end on the left." Artemis all but ran from the room. It was going to be a very bumpy ride indeed.

Meanwhile, at Fowl Manor

Angeline Fowl was sitting at a computer reviewing surveillance tapes. She had started with her son's murder footage and was working backwards, what she had seen disturbed her. At first she thought that it might have been the work of rouge faeries seeking revenge on her son and the LEP., however she had Butler show her the footage of "The Fowl Siege" when Artemis had first made faerie contact and had ransomed Holly for an exuberant amount of money. The very thought of her son kidnapping and holding and innocent person hostage here, in her home, right under her nose made her skin crawl. How had her 'Little Arty' done something so appallingly evil? She knew how, she had been sick. She had let herself become depressed at the lose of her husband and had become oblivious to her child withering away. Becoming something dark and monstrous, and then there was that affair with the lemur. Her son had almost killed off an entire species and she had gotten too sick to do anything. What kind of mother was she? Damn! Angeline slammed her hand down on the table and the force of the blow shook the monitor.

And now her son, after being taken away from her time after time by either her sickness or faeries, was gone forever. Damn! Damn! Damn! But being angry wouldn't bring Arty back and it wouldn't help protect her family. She had had enough trouble with protecting her family. Butler had quit and had moved into a modest home on the outer limits of Dublin. Juliet was staying with him, she occasionally came up to visit with Angeline and the twins but the visits were always short and had a melancholy air about them. Butler was depressed, maybe even suicidal. His principle was dead, murdered, while his back was turned and there was no explanation as to why. He had proposed that it had been fairies, but after viewing the tapes. There was no camera evidence, and no still framed photos of faeries stabbing her son. Nothing but a 8 second footage of a window opening itself and then later a 3 minute short film of her son going to close the window, gasping with surprise and pain and then collapsing and bleeding on the floor.

She had Foaly and a team of the best faerie forensic experts review the tapes and even review the scene of the crime but so far nothing had been found. Not so much as a partial print smug. Neither Holly or Foaly had known that Artemis had been murdered before the funeral and were shocked to know the truth. The local police we officially handling the case up here but down in Haven The Fowl Murder Manor case was priority one. Both Foaly and Holly were working as hard as they could to find Artemis' killer.

Apparently Murder isn't common down underground so the "Fowl's Foul Murder" was all over the media, it made Angeline shiver. She pushed down her revulsion and reviewed the tapes.

Other then the "most recent" tape there were a few farther back of windows opening and closing by themselves, of Arty staring out of a window and what looked like having conversations with someone while sleepwalking, and doors and closets opening by themselves. Angelines blood ran cold. At first she thought that it might have been the work of that wicked pixie Opal Koboi but when integrated she screamed and cried and became incredibly violent, swearing vengeance against the one responsible of robbing her of the pleasure of offing Artemis herself. After that no one thought it was Opal any more. How could it have been anyway. She was in an ultra secure containment cell in Atlantis when Artemis had been murdered, still no one was underestimating the pixie. She was still classified as a suspect.

Angeline leaned back in her chair away from the screen and tilted her face away from its eldritch light. Everything was wrong, her life was suppose to be happy now. Her husband was back with her, Artemis was better again, her youngest were just happy normal boys. But this, this was wrong. She tried not to cry but the tears leaked out anyway. This was some kind of nightmare ,except for her there was no waking up.

Back at in Dublin

Artemis had washed off all of the grave dirt that had been clinging to his skin since he had risen that night. The water had gone from black, to brown, to clear. 'Mudmen' he thought 'More like graveman now or what about bloodman. Yes that sounded right' he laughed a little. The bathroom was very clean, almost antiseptic. It almost reminded him of the clinic he stayed in during his "episode" except there were no pills to cloud his mind and the smell of singed flesh was not perforating the air. Looking for a towel, he opened a couple of closets, he found three gallons of bleach a waste basket filled with plastic bio contamination bags and dark red towels . Maybe to hide the blood that no amount of bleach could wash out.

Artemis dried off and then noticed something peculiar. This bathroom had no mirrors. He quickly look down a the tile floor and saw himself looking up in his reflection. He smiled, 'it's a joke' he thought 'just like the coffins in the front room' his smile widened 'maybe they keep pet bats as well'

There were a pair of pants by the door, a pair of his pants, the jeans that his mother had made him promise to ware at least at some point. Caroline must have snatched them from his closet awhile ago. He hadn't noticed, or cared for that matter, that they were missing. Well, they were here now, and it only seemed practical, he put them on. It then occurred to him that Caroline was either a very devoted Maker to go to all the effort of stealing his clothes for him or she was a complete creep who went through other peoples closets while they slept. 'Maybe she's a bit of both' and didn't know whether to be worried or consoled by this fact.

He stepped out of the bathroom and walked down the hall to the front room. Caroline and Rori were over by the coffins playing Chinese checkers and Marquis was on a couch reading what appeared to be a very old book, the spine of the cover read Necronomicon . He glanced up from his book and gestured to Artemis that he come over to him, he set the book down. "So, Artemis," he said in a voice as smooth as glass, " Cara, told us that she had to speed up your arrival date due to unforeseen circumstances."

"He was murdered" shouted Rori as she took one of Carolines pieces.

Marquis sighed and glared ice in Rori's direction "Yes, If you want to put it so bluntly. We are sorry to hear about that. I'm sure that Cara has already told you, but we never intended for your transition to go so..."

"Bloody wrong!" interjected Rori

" Yes, thank you, Rori. Now I'm sure you are tired, I know I am. Time to go beneath. See you in the evening. Good morning Cara, Rori." And he left

" I should get going too" said Rori "busy night tomorrow probably what with the gang violence on the up right 's will be your first night in the field, you're going to love it. Just don't let them get close to your head." And she winked at him " Thanks for the game Care." She turned to Artemis " See you in the evening then, we'll get to know each otherbetter during battle." She walked down the hall that Artemis had come up and went through one of the doors.

"It's just you and me then"said Caroline with a sigh

" Yes it is." Agreed the fledgling

"Artemis, when you rise tomorrow you will be hungry and a couple of blood bags won't be able to curb that hunger. When a fledgling rises for the first time their body is spending so much time adjusting that it doesn't really resister that it is hungry. Blood lust will be all over you, you won't be able to control yourself. You will become a danger to everyone especially yourself. Do you understand?" She was being ernest and there was real concern on her face.

" Not really, what are you" Artemis was worried

"In order to stop you from raving and going on a killing spree when the sun goes down tomorrow I will have to drain you and feed you tonight. It will hurt but then you will understand the hunger that drives you better. It's part of that curse I told you about earlier." She looked sad, like she was telling him a beloved pet had been hit be a car that afternoon. Something turned in his soul, he didn't want her to look that sad. He took an involuntary step toward her. " It's alright child," she whispered and she gathered him into her arms "Just try not to think about it."

Then she ripped into his neck. The pain was hot , red, and intense. Blinding white flashes of pain but it was a good pain. Not like being stabbed or electrocuted. More like penicillin being injected to fight off a disease or maybe when monks walk over burning embers. It was a good pain. Then he felt something wet near his lips. It was Carolines blood forcing its way into his mouth. He was cautious at first but it tasted so good, so familiar he sucked it down in gulps. It was dark and rich and black. It warred with the white hot pain until there was no telling the two apart. White black. Black white. This was completion.

She pulled way and he couldn't stand but she held firm, she was so strong "Come on. The sun is coming up" and she carried him to a closet where a large old trunk sat like an alter. She popped the lid to reveal a well padded interior. She placed him in first, then she carefully laid in beside him "we'll have to get you one of these tomorrow but on your first night you shouldn't be alone, and Artemis,"

"Hmm" he said in his blood haze

" I truly am sorry."

"It's alright. Everything is right"

"So it is," and she closed the lid before the sun peek over the horizon.