Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis, Juliet, Butler, Angeline Fowl or any other
character who appears in the Artemis Fowl books - they belong to Eoin
Colfer and are just being borrowed for this story. I only own
Cassandra/Rosetta and this plot.
Note: this story happens almost immediately after the Eternity Code, but the mind wipes don't happen otherwise the story doesn't work. This story might also turn out to be a Mary-Sue.
Rosetta Spiro lay in the four-poster, sleepless and worried. She was worried for a lot of things, but mainly about what Fowl would do to her once he found out her true identity. Perhaps he already knew who she was - you could never be sure with the boy. Look what he did to her father. Rosetta turned, sweeping her long brown hair across the pillow, as she thought of the things that had happened that day.
************************************** She was sitting on the bench, in a white T-shirt and beige pedalpushers. In her rucksack she had designer clothes and a stack of cash, but it wouldn't be good to let anyone know, not in this part of Dublin. She was trying to work out the next part of her plan - when she had arrived here from California she hadn't thought about what she would actually do once she got here. It was so hard to think well in the heat. Her dark eyes scanned the park, always alert for any sign of danger or any mysterious figures - a skill taught to her by her mother. She sighed as her thoughts turned to her so-called family. Until two weeks ago, she had been a perfectly average thirteen-year-old, whining about boys and shopping. Then her father's industry had collapsed, all because of a boy the same age as herself. Even though she had never met or even seen Artemis Fowl, she could feel the hate for him growing inside her every time his name was mentioned. Her father might not have been the most honest or kind of people, but his various businesses had supported thousands, millions of people. All those people now faced unemployment, and some closer to Spiro faced criminal charges. It was a good thing that her mother and herself were known to very few. After all, what would the world say if one of the most powerful businessman in the world had an illegitimate child with a Spanish brothel-woman? She didn't look like her father, true, but she did inherit his intelligence, determination and stubbornness. If they had the chance to be a proper family, she probably would have been very close to him. But being successful also meant that you had no time for family. Rosetta let her thoughts wonder, and dropped her guard, something she didn't do very often. That was when they came along.
They were in a 4x4, not the usual Bentley. Juliet was driving in the front seat, and through the tinted window you could only see a silhouette of them. Angeline Fowl stopped the car when she spotted Rosetta, looking as if she was away with the fairies. She stared out of the car, wondering who this girl was. Her clothes were casual, yes, but even Angeline Fowl could detect that this was no ordinary girl. Artemis Fowl II, sitting next to his mother, was, for the first time in his life, bewildered. What was his mother staring at? He nudged her.
"Mother, what do you find so interesting outside in this part of Dublin? We should be going, it is not safe." His voice trailed off as he saw what was so intriguing. On the tatty, splintering wooden bench sat a girl. She was about 13, same age as himself, thought Artemis. She had long brown hair, which curled around her face and down her back. Her dark eyes seemed glazed over, as if her mind was far away (which it was). Her skin was a light brown, suggesting possibly Spanish blood. But most strange of all, she had a sort of energy radiating from her, which reminded Artemis of something. He couldn't quite figure out what, though. It was this energy that had captivated Angeline Fowl in the first place. She felt pity for this girl, she had obviously been through hard times, although her life before was happy. Angeline didn't know how accurate her guess was. She opened the door, and was about to step out of the car, when a hand on her arm stopped her. It was Artemis. "Let me go, mother. She may be dangerous." Artemis climbed out of the 4x4 and walked towards the mysterious girl.
Meanwhile, Rosetta had hardly noticed the car. In her mind she was wandering on the Californian beach where they had lived, imaginary waves lapping at her feet. She was jolted back to the real world when a pale boy in front of her greeted her and asked her name.
"Who are you?" she asked. I won't tell you my name until you tell me yours!"
The pale boy smiled thinly. "My name is Artemis Fowl."
Rosetta immediately felt hate. She knew this was unfair, she didn't even know the guy, but he had ruined her life, and thousands of others' lives. "I am." she hesitated, "Cassandra De Vasco."
Artemis' first reaction to the name was that he had guessed correctly. This girl was at least part Spanish. Then he wondered why she had hesitated. Perhaps it wasn't her true name? However, Artemis didn't have a chance to question her, as at that moment Angeline jumped out of the car and bustled towards Cassandra (or should we say, Rosetta).
"Alright, darling? Not lost, are you? Where are you heading? Do your parents know you're here?" all these questions flowed out of her bright pink lipsticked lips. Rosetta mumbled something inaudible. Of the next few hours she didn't remember anything, but when she woke again she was lying in a four-poster bed, with warm covers. Too warm. There was another girl in here, older. She must have been about eighteen. And there was the women who had ran towards her when she had fainted. Because that must have been what she did. It was the only thing that made sense. The covers were bothering her now, she was sweating like a pig. Cassandra pulled back the cover. Angeline noticed that she was awake.
"How are you, darling? Better? You collapsed from the heat, see. There wasn't a suitable place nearby so we drove you as fast as possible back to Fowl Manor.
Fowl Manor! That's where she was! Oh dear, thought Rosetta. Now I'm in the lion's den, so to speak. Not good. Way not good. Rosetta silently told herself not to panic. They didn't know who she was. And even if they did, what could Fowl do? His parents weren't even supposed to know that he had toppled a whole empire. For the second time that day, her mind was brought down back to earth.
"My, my, you do like to drift off, don't you, darling? You were doing that earlier as well. My son told me you were called Cassandra. Is that right?" Rosetta nodded briefly. "Yes. Thank you for helping me. My name is Cassandra De Vasco." She decided to tell partly the truth. "My father was a businessman, based in Chicago. My mother and I lived in a house on the beach in California. My father hardly ever had any time to see us, but we didn't mind. We had each other. Then two weeks ago, my father was visiting us. I was at my friend's place. Then we heard an explosion. it was my house. some terrorist had thrown a bomb through the window. I rushed back, but I couldn't find anybody alive, only debris. I was afraid, I ran to the bank, got all the cash in my account out, bought a ticket on the first available flight from Los Angeles and I ended up here. I don't know what I'm gonna do, where I will go." Cassandra's half real story trailed off into a burst of real sobs. Angeline had put an arm around her, comforted her.
During this relevation, Artemis had crept into the room unnoticed. He listened, and although he did believe her, he suddenly had a thought. "If your father was an American businessman, why do you have a Spanish surname?" he had not meant to say it out loud, but it came out anyway. The girl's tearstained face looked shocked. Artemis thought it was because of the question, but soon realised it was because he was in the room at all (It was because of the question as well, but that's not the point).
"Sorry to intrude, I wanted to know how you were, so I came along. Here, I brought a snack Domovoi made for you." He handed Rosetta a tray, with a glass (crystal) full of pure orange juice (freshly squeezed) and a slice of strawberry cheesecake. It was one of Domovoi's specialities. Rosetta gulped down the juice and cake hungrily as if she hadn't eaten for days. Artemis smiled as he took a seat next to his mother. When Rosetta had finished munching, she felt a lot better. She leaned back on the pillows and looked at Artemis.
"In answer to your question, Artemis, I have a Spanish surname because my mum was Spanish. She came from Barcelona. When I escaped from America, I changed to my mother's surname in case whoever had killed my parents wanted to come after me. I thought it would be wise to change my name, just in case." She spoke with a clearer voice than before, and Artemis thought that it must have been the mentioning of her mother. ********************************************************** Rosetta's mind was jolted back to the present as she heard a sound outside her room. It sounded like footsteps. Their owner was walking down a corridor to her left. Curious, she pulled back her hand-embroidered bedcover and slipped on her dressing gown. She crept out of the room and followed the direction in which the footsteps had gone, and found herself facing a pair of semi-transparent ornate wooden doors. With a slight feeling of apprehension, she eased it open without a sound and found herself standing on a balcony, with a view out towards the grounds of Fowl Manor. It was beautiful and Rosetta was entranced by the sight. Stars twinkled in the distance, clearer than she had ever seen them, because in America the light pollution made it impossible. The Irish countryside spread out in front of her like a vast, dark greenish carpet.
"Miss De Vasco, may I ask what you are doing here so late?" a cold voice behind her asked.
"Cassandra, please, I dislike formalities. I heard a sound outside my bedroom and followed it out of curiosity." Rosetta replied, cool and formal as Artemis himself. "I was just enjoying the view. It is stunning. But I think I will go back to my room now, its quite chilli out here. Good night." She walked back down the corridor she had come from a few minutes ago, and closed the door.
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Note: this story happens almost immediately after the Eternity Code, but the mind wipes don't happen otherwise the story doesn't work. This story might also turn out to be a Mary-Sue.
Rosetta Spiro lay in the four-poster, sleepless and worried. She was worried for a lot of things, but mainly about what Fowl would do to her once he found out her true identity. Perhaps he already knew who she was - you could never be sure with the boy. Look what he did to her father. Rosetta turned, sweeping her long brown hair across the pillow, as she thought of the things that had happened that day.
************************************** She was sitting on the bench, in a white T-shirt and beige pedalpushers. In her rucksack she had designer clothes and a stack of cash, but it wouldn't be good to let anyone know, not in this part of Dublin. She was trying to work out the next part of her plan - when she had arrived here from California she hadn't thought about what she would actually do once she got here. It was so hard to think well in the heat. Her dark eyes scanned the park, always alert for any sign of danger or any mysterious figures - a skill taught to her by her mother. She sighed as her thoughts turned to her so-called family. Until two weeks ago, she had been a perfectly average thirteen-year-old, whining about boys and shopping. Then her father's industry had collapsed, all because of a boy the same age as herself. Even though she had never met or even seen Artemis Fowl, she could feel the hate for him growing inside her every time his name was mentioned. Her father might not have been the most honest or kind of people, but his various businesses had supported thousands, millions of people. All those people now faced unemployment, and some closer to Spiro faced criminal charges. It was a good thing that her mother and herself were known to very few. After all, what would the world say if one of the most powerful businessman in the world had an illegitimate child with a Spanish brothel-woman? She didn't look like her father, true, but she did inherit his intelligence, determination and stubbornness. If they had the chance to be a proper family, she probably would have been very close to him. But being successful also meant that you had no time for family. Rosetta let her thoughts wonder, and dropped her guard, something she didn't do very often. That was when they came along.
They were in a 4x4, not the usual Bentley. Juliet was driving in the front seat, and through the tinted window you could only see a silhouette of them. Angeline Fowl stopped the car when she spotted Rosetta, looking as if she was away with the fairies. She stared out of the car, wondering who this girl was. Her clothes were casual, yes, but even Angeline Fowl could detect that this was no ordinary girl. Artemis Fowl II, sitting next to his mother, was, for the first time in his life, bewildered. What was his mother staring at? He nudged her.
"Mother, what do you find so interesting outside in this part of Dublin? We should be going, it is not safe." His voice trailed off as he saw what was so intriguing. On the tatty, splintering wooden bench sat a girl. She was about 13, same age as himself, thought Artemis. She had long brown hair, which curled around her face and down her back. Her dark eyes seemed glazed over, as if her mind was far away (which it was). Her skin was a light brown, suggesting possibly Spanish blood. But most strange of all, she had a sort of energy radiating from her, which reminded Artemis of something. He couldn't quite figure out what, though. It was this energy that had captivated Angeline Fowl in the first place. She felt pity for this girl, she had obviously been through hard times, although her life before was happy. Angeline didn't know how accurate her guess was. She opened the door, and was about to step out of the car, when a hand on her arm stopped her. It was Artemis. "Let me go, mother. She may be dangerous." Artemis climbed out of the 4x4 and walked towards the mysterious girl.
Meanwhile, Rosetta had hardly noticed the car. In her mind she was wandering on the Californian beach where they had lived, imaginary waves lapping at her feet. She was jolted back to the real world when a pale boy in front of her greeted her and asked her name.
"Who are you?" she asked. I won't tell you my name until you tell me yours!"
The pale boy smiled thinly. "My name is Artemis Fowl."
Rosetta immediately felt hate. She knew this was unfair, she didn't even know the guy, but he had ruined her life, and thousands of others' lives. "I am." she hesitated, "Cassandra De Vasco."
Artemis' first reaction to the name was that he had guessed correctly. This girl was at least part Spanish. Then he wondered why she had hesitated. Perhaps it wasn't her true name? However, Artemis didn't have a chance to question her, as at that moment Angeline jumped out of the car and bustled towards Cassandra (or should we say, Rosetta).
"Alright, darling? Not lost, are you? Where are you heading? Do your parents know you're here?" all these questions flowed out of her bright pink lipsticked lips. Rosetta mumbled something inaudible. Of the next few hours she didn't remember anything, but when she woke again she was lying in a four-poster bed, with warm covers. Too warm. There was another girl in here, older. She must have been about eighteen. And there was the women who had ran towards her when she had fainted. Because that must have been what she did. It was the only thing that made sense. The covers were bothering her now, she was sweating like a pig. Cassandra pulled back the cover. Angeline noticed that she was awake.
"How are you, darling? Better? You collapsed from the heat, see. There wasn't a suitable place nearby so we drove you as fast as possible back to Fowl Manor.
Fowl Manor! That's where she was! Oh dear, thought Rosetta. Now I'm in the lion's den, so to speak. Not good. Way not good. Rosetta silently told herself not to panic. They didn't know who she was. And even if they did, what could Fowl do? His parents weren't even supposed to know that he had toppled a whole empire. For the second time that day, her mind was brought down back to earth.
"My, my, you do like to drift off, don't you, darling? You were doing that earlier as well. My son told me you were called Cassandra. Is that right?" Rosetta nodded briefly. "Yes. Thank you for helping me. My name is Cassandra De Vasco." She decided to tell partly the truth. "My father was a businessman, based in Chicago. My mother and I lived in a house on the beach in California. My father hardly ever had any time to see us, but we didn't mind. We had each other. Then two weeks ago, my father was visiting us. I was at my friend's place. Then we heard an explosion. it was my house. some terrorist had thrown a bomb through the window. I rushed back, but I couldn't find anybody alive, only debris. I was afraid, I ran to the bank, got all the cash in my account out, bought a ticket on the first available flight from Los Angeles and I ended up here. I don't know what I'm gonna do, where I will go." Cassandra's half real story trailed off into a burst of real sobs. Angeline had put an arm around her, comforted her.
During this relevation, Artemis had crept into the room unnoticed. He listened, and although he did believe her, he suddenly had a thought. "If your father was an American businessman, why do you have a Spanish surname?" he had not meant to say it out loud, but it came out anyway. The girl's tearstained face looked shocked. Artemis thought it was because of the question, but soon realised it was because he was in the room at all (It was because of the question as well, but that's not the point).
"Sorry to intrude, I wanted to know how you were, so I came along. Here, I brought a snack Domovoi made for you." He handed Rosetta a tray, with a glass (crystal) full of pure orange juice (freshly squeezed) and a slice of strawberry cheesecake. It was one of Domovoi's specialities. Rosetta gulped down the juice and cake hungrily as if she hadn't eaten for days. Artemis smiled as he took a seat next to his mother. When Rosetta had finished munching, she felt a lot better. She leaned back on the pillows and looked at Artemis.
"In answer to your question, Artemis, I have a Spanish surname because my mum was Spanish. She came from Barcelona. When I escaped from America, I changed to my mother's surname in case whoever had killed my parents wanted to come after me. I thought it would be wise to change my name, just in case." She spoke with a clearer voice than before, and Artemis thought that it must have been the mentioning of her mother. ********************************************************** Rosetta's mind was jolted back to the present as she heard a sound outside her room. It sounded like footsteps. Their owner was walking down a corridor to her left. Curious, she pulled back her hand-embroidered bedcover and slipped on her dressing gown. She crept out of the room and followed the direction in which the footsteps had gone, and found herself facing a pair of semi-transparent ornate wooden doors. With a slight feeling of apprehension, she eased it open without a sound and found herself standing on a balcony, with a view out towards the grounds of Fowl Manor. It was beautiful and Rosetta was entranced by the sight. Stars twinkled in the distance, clearer than she had ever seen them, because in America the light pollution made it impossible. The Irish countryside spread out in front of her like a vast, dark greenish carpet.
"Miss De Vasco, may I ask what you are doing here so late?" a cold voice behind her asked.
"Cassandra, please, I dislike formalities. I heard a sound outside my bedroom and followed it out of curiosity." Rosetta replied, cool and formal as Artemis himself. "I was just enjoying the view. It is stunning. But I think I will go back to my room now, its quite chilli out here. Good night." She walked back down the corridor she had come from a few minutes ago, and closed the door.
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