10 Kilometers Outside of Fowl Manor

Sam had dragged Mr. Fowl's body onto an ancient slab of stone. He was bleeding a lot now, and it trickled down the stone in tinny zig-zags as only blood will do. Sam had discarded Mr. Fowl's prosthetic leg somewhere back at the Manor, in Sam's mind the less limbs his victims had the better. His current victim would have considerably less in a few more moments but right now he was content to wait. He had a wickedly sharp and heavy blade in one hand which had not tasted human blood. But soon, yes very soon would be wet with the generous blood of Mr. Fowl.

His victim was swimming in and out of consciousness. He would groan and wail occasionally and then slide back into silence. It was imperative for Sam that Mr. Fowl be conscious, he needed it. He needed to see the pain and anguish in his victim he needed to see the light leave their eyes. How else would he know that the ritual worked. Well perhaps the large gaping vortex that would be brought forth to revile Ulbritghot, his revered god of darkness. Or maybe it would be Zialotina, the matriarch of destruction. He didn't really care as long as this world was destroyed in the process and along with it all the Humans, Faeries, Vampires, and other supernatural beings. And with the destruction would come a new order. One created by the Old ones, a world where nothing mattered and anyone with enough power could do as they pleased.

He had once thought that becoming a Vampire would give him that power. That his maker, Marquis had given him the keys to the universe so he could do as he wished, but it hadn't. It had only given him unwanted responsibility, protecting the humans from their undead. He snorted. It was silly. Dead humans killing dead humans. He had hated Marquis and his entire race, he was certain Marquis hated him. Why else would have he killed him a second time. It didn't matter though, Sam had conquered death and soon he would conquer the universe.

Mr. Fowl was waking up. The blade was ready. Artemis started with a groan, "Ugh, where...oh..it hurts. Oh."

Sam smiled and raised the blade "Now, don't worry Mr. Fowl. This should only take a minute." He brought the blade down hard over his victims left elbow. Blood and tissue splattered over Sam's face and wetted the blade. He smiled " The key word here being should." He brought it down again, Mr. Fowl screamed. "I can drag out the process for 'ours." The blade was halfway through Mr. Fowl's shoulder, Sam sliced through it slowly. Relishing the pain and fear that resonated in his victims eyes, then he sliced all the way through. He brought the blade up again and moved over to his victims legs. He let it fall over Mr. Fowls foot, it had enough force that the severed foot popped off and landed on the ground, painting the green Irish grass a deep crimson.

Artemis was reeling with pain "No more, no more." He muttered

"oh, why? I'm thur-o- lee enjoyin' myself, just be quiet like a good sport and let me finish my job." The blade fell mid thigh and stuck into the bone. The slab was nearly painted now. Just one more. One more cut and that would do it. Sam mounted Artemis and poised the blade high, just above his heart. He looked deep into his victim's eyes " you know, it's a good thing its you I'm killin. Jus think, it could 'ave been one of ya' sons." His victims eyes did something, there was something there, not fear or remorse. A steely resolve had set into them. Like he knew something Sam didn't know. "Artemis" whispered Sam's victim.

"Oh you wanna know about you're undead son is that it? Is that it Pops? You want to know 'ow he's still around haunting graveyards and the like? Is that it? You wanna know bout you damn Vampire son?"

"Artemis," whispered the father "Send this ass hole to Hell."

Sam thrust the blade into his victims chest, hitting the heart. Killing Mr. Fowl instantly. Sam waited around for an hour or two, no vortex. No dark god. Damn, it didn't work. Damn. Well maybe he would have better luck with the little ones then. If at first you dont succeed...

The Dublin Clan

"Try," said Caroline "try again."

Artemis was tiring to rouse Holly, she had been passed out from the Necronommicon encounter for about an hour. 'Come on Holly' He put his cold undead hands by her eyes hoping that the cold feel against her hot skin would wake her, 'Come on.' . They fluttered open.

"Artemis?" She said warily "where are we? What?" and the recognition hit her. She reached for her Neutrion 3000 but it wasn't was in the hands of a lovely redheaded girl, a vampire girl. Fear clinched her insides, her mind scouring for a way to escape. "Artemis" she put her voice into mesmer mode "please get away from me" it was her only hope.

"What is she doing?" asked Rori. "Dear God is she tiring to mesmer you? Look away Artemis."

"No, Artemis don't look away. You are going to get me out of here. Do you understand?' Her voice was dripping with the mesmer now. If she could get Artemis and get out of here it would be fine, everything would be fine.

"Of cores" Artemis responded in a dazed voice. "But Holly, there is something you need to understand." She was looking deep into his eyes. "I..." He started laughing "Oh, I can't do this." His laugh sounded like a hallow echo vibrating off the wall of a cave. "Mesmers don't work on us." Holly's face took on a hurt look and she punched him in the shoulder "Oww?"

Rori was laughing historically in the corner. "Stupid faeries." He laugh was like the sound of glass breaking "Don't know a thing about vampire, but we know everything about you"

" No one asked you Rori" snapped Caroline " can we kill it now Marquis, clearly it's evil. Look at what it just tried to do to Artemis."

"No, Caroline. Were not going to kill it."

"What?" said Holly

" Noone is killing anyone." Said Artemis

"Come on, it could be fun." Taunted Rori

"No," replied Artemis "Now Holly, I need you to understand a few things."

Holly stared at her dead friend for a long time "You're a vampire."

"Yes, but thats not what's important. My human family is under attack by the same man who sent me to an early grave. He may have already killed them but we don't know for sure. We're moving out to end him. Do you want to come?"

"Do you really need to ask?"

He smiled and helped he to her feet.

" Alright thats it then," said Marquis, " the Faerie is joining us. Good, welcome to the team Holly."

She smiled at Marquis "That's Captain Short."

"My apologies"

"Enough small talk" barked Caroline "We have necromancers to kill, loved ones to avenge, and vengeance to reap. Lets move."