A/N: Here is chapter six. Wow. This is my longest story on FanFiction.Net… Wait… my other one might have more words… Yup. One of my HP ones has 3574 more words… Good ol' computer calculators… But that is without this chapter… Oh, I'll shut up now…
Or maybe not. I had a lot of questions so I think I will answer a few…
Becca: Yeah, the wait was bad… heh heh…
Scarletswitchblade: The only villains are the Dagger and the guy with the Troll Pop… Can't say more or I'll give away my plot. I just figured that there would be Seers. We're talking about magick Fairies here. Nearly all fantasy/magick books I read have Seers in them. So it would make sense to put them in Haven. Also, Night is the only Sorceress left, but she has no magick yet, so yeah… Root is tolerant to the word 'bitch' because that is what he would use to describe Mrs. Mandrake and I do believe he swears too… I hope you keep reading!
Kelsey: LOL. I'd blame Artemis and Cudgeon, too… Unfortunately, I just threw in Cudgeon 'cause I hate him and I want to do a little character bashing… Ish… I don't know what the Dagger will do to Mandrake, yet… I will wear the Gold Star at all times! I feel so honoured. *Cheesy award voice thing* I would like to thank my reviewers, my Beta Readers, myself! LOL. Just joking… Dang… I'm hyper now…
Chrysgurl: me so bad… Me never updated ^^;;; I'm updating now! Too many stories… GAH!
Auden: Nope. I do like the name, though!
Poohsbestfriend: Thank you for the advice! I think you are on of the first to actually give me criticism that makes sense! I feel privileged! I'm rambling. *shakes head* Okay. Yeah, I kinda realize that that scene with Holly, Night, Cedar and Root is a little screwed. I just wanted Night to be choked, essentially… I don't know why… Root never told Holly because… He didn't want her to worry or something… I don't remember my reason… I know I had one! Don't mind me. *shaky smile* Night knew she shouldn't be in Police Plaza. The secretary was a little scared of her. That is why she was acting nervous, ish, on the elevator. I keep forgetting to proof read… I'm so bad… Yes. Thank you very, very, VERY much for your review! More helpful than my Beta Readers. *kicks Beta Readers* One day I'll fire them! I'm done rambling now… For now…
Lutefa: Nope! Good guess, though…
Juggler: I originally thought that too, but that means in the Artemis Fowl books time frame, Holly is about 8.5 years old. So that is why I ditched that idea. I have an odd theory to Fairy growth is that from the ages 0-20 it is about 0-12 for us humans, 21-40 is about 13-20 for us. Then they grow veeeerrry slowly for the rest of their lives… What's the point of being long-lived if you spend a lot of it as a kid? Stupid theory, but oh well!!!
I'm done with all that now! Disclaimer! Here boy! Come 'er boy! Here Disclaimer, Disclaimer, Disclaimer!
Disclaimer: You suck.
Mage Kitty: Do your job.
Disclaimer: Mage Kitty doesn't own…
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"NOT-SO-HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Mrs. Mandrake's class yelled.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!?" The not-so-happy birthday gir-er, hag screeched.
"Happy, or rather, not, Birthday, Mrs. Mandrake! I baked you a cake! Or, rather, House did… Oh well!" Night grinned cheerfully, holding out a gigantic cake. Even by Mud-Man standards, it was huge. It was a miracle that Night could even lift it. Covering the odd-shaped, half sunken cake was candles. Over a thousand of them. Where Night got the candles, she never told anyone.
"THIS IS A DISGRACE! EVERYONE! BACK IN YOUR DESKS!" Mrs. Mandrake yelled.
"Where should I put the cake?" Night asked.
"Arrrr!!" Mrs. Mandrake ripped the cake from Night's hands and threw it in the garbage can.
"Chocolate cake with wax candles. Yum," the garbage can said robotically. The class snickered.
"SHORT! QUIT SCREWING AROUND WITH THE SCHOOL'S EQUIPMENT!" Mrs. Mandrake snarled. Holly merely gazed at her fingernails. Night threw something in the garbage can.
"Silicone. Yum," the garbage can said.
"Class. You. Have. A. New. Class. MATE!" Mrs. Mandrake bit out, "Get. Over. Here. BOY!"
"Whatever," a handsome, well muscled elf walked in. Nearly all of the girls gazed at him with love-struck eyes. The only girls not paying attention to the elf were Holly and Night. Holly was doodling in a sketching program on her computer and Night was smiling deviously at the garbage can.
"This is your new classmate. His name is Elburt Kelp," Mrs. Mandrake said. Holly, Night and quite a few of the guys snickered. Elburt glared at them all. The girls sighed.
"Ya'll call me Trouble or ya'll be gettin' some!" Elburt/Trouble slurred. Night eyed him evilly. She jumped up and flung herself on Elburt/Trouble, forcing him backwards onto the garbage can.
"What the…?" Elburt/Trouble started.
"Fairy Elf hand. Yum," The garbage can intoned. Elburt/Trouble yelled and yanked his hand out of the garbage can. The tips of his fingers were stained crimson. Blue sparks quickly came to the rescue.
"You bitch!" Elburt/Trouble snarled. Night leapt to her feet and ran crazily around the room, with Trouble in pursuit. The boys laughed at Trouble and the girls glared at Night. That odd girl was making a laughing stock of their handsome new classmate. After a little while, Night ran past Holly's desk. Holly lazily stuck out a foot and Trouble fell flat on his face.
"THAT IS ENOUGH! SHORT, SHADE, CONTROL YOURSSELVES! IN YOUR DESKS!!" Mrs. Mandrake roared, shaking with fury. She conveniently forgot all about what Trouble had done, "YOU WILL SEE THE PRINCIPAL AFTER CLASS! NOW! Pay attention. We shall continue on with Tyrath McFain…" Mrs. Mandrake droned on, seeming to forget about everything that had happened. Night and Trouble took their seats, Trouble beside Holly and Night in front of her. Trouble glared at the two elves. Holly smiled innocently at him and sarcastically batted her eyelashes. Night was pressing random keys on her lap top and giggling when the computer made a noise. Her speakers where on as high as they could go. She soon grew tired of that and booted up the Fairy Spiral. Soon enough, she was wandering around and glancing at her favourite haunts. Bored, she picked out a text-based chat room.
sorceress_green signed on.
crunchball_king11 says: Hi Greeny!
sorceress_green says: Hey King! Is anybody else on?
crunchball_king11 says: Mefarious left a few moments ago.
sorceress_green says: Oh, thanx.
crunchball_king11 says: No prob.
recon_red signed on.
recon_red says: Hey King! Hey Greeny. Me poke you!
Holly poked Night.
sorceress_green says: Was that necessary?
recon_red says: yup.
crunchball_king11 says: Your school must have very low security.
sorceress_green says: Yeah, it does. It only took me and RR 2 days to hack into the Spiral. The p@$$w0rd is so stupid.
recon_red says: It wasn't that hard. D'@rv1t!
crunchball_king11 says: Language, RR.
recon_red says: Blame it on Greeny. Get out of here, Greeny. Trouble's watching! CYA, King!
recon_red has left the conversation
sorceress_green says: Right. I'll explain later, King… G2G!
sorceress_green has left the conversation.
"You can get access to the Spiral here?" Trouble whispered, disbelievingly.
"Only if you know the code. We do and you don't. Don't tell anyone, and we might just reward you," Night said quietly.
"With the code?" Trouble demanded.
"Only if you keep your mouth shut for a month," Holly said.
"Easy," Elburt turned back to his computer and looked as if he had never talked to the girls. Holly and Night's screens blinked to show that they received a message.
To: recon_red; sorceress_green
From: double_trouble
Subject: Tyrath McFain
Message: Is Tyrath McFain always like this?
Holly swallowed.
To: double_trouble
From: recon_red
Subject: Re: Tyrath McFain
Message: Tyrath McFain isn't a secure line, idiot!
To: recon_red
From: double_trouble
Subject: Re: Re: Tyrath McFain
Message: Tyrath McFain should use FF and Greeny's house.
To: double_trouble
From: recon_red
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Tyrath McFain
Message: Tyrath McFain isn't getting the code that easily.
To: recon_red
From: double_trouble
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Tyrath McFain
Message: Tyrath McFain has an apartment there. He just needs the key. Then he will be secure.
To: double_trouble
From: recon_red
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Tyrath McFain
Message: Tyrath McFain should wait a few minutes.
To: recon_red
From: double_trouble
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Tyrath McFain
Message: Tyrath McFain agrees.
To: sorceress_green
From: recon_red
Subject: secure Trouble
Message: Trouble wants code.
To: recon_red
From: sorceress_green
Subject: Re: secure Trouble
Message: sorceress_green invites you t a secure text instant messaging session. Click here to accept.
recon_red says: What do you think?
sorceress_green says: I think we should risk it.
recon_red says: Yeah. Someone will find out about the Tyrath McFain messages we have been sending. Then our secret is blown. I still don't like it.
sorceress_green says: Trust me.
recon_red says: I do.
Instant Messaging session terminated.
To: double_trouble
From: sorceress_green
Subject: Tyrath McFain
Message: Tyrath McFain's code is HavenHighRocks. Tyrath McFain should boot up the world and use the code.
Holly and Night quickly went to their chat room.
sorceress_green has joined the conversation
double_trouble has joined the conversation
crunchball_king11 says: Trouble! Long time no see! Greeny! Back already?
sorceress_green says: Where's RR? Is she here yet?
recon_red says: Yah.
double_trouble says: Why did you give me the p@$$w0rd?
recon_red says: you would have given us away.
double_trouble says: Oh.
crunchball_king11 says: You're all at the same place? Crazy!
sorceress_green says: Yeah.
double_trouble says: You two are trouble makers, huh?
recon_red says: We just like to piss off MM.
double_trouble says: Who wouldn't?
"Class dismissed for a five minute break. Short, Shade. Go to the principal's office. NOW!" Mrs. Mandrake barked.
recon_red says: Well, me and Greeny gotta go… Principal's waiting ^^;;;
sorceress_green says: Me and RR are leaving now. Bye King!
crunchball_king11 says: CYA
recon_red has left the conversation
"Get moving, girls!"
"Excuse me, ma'am?" A medium height, dark haired man stood at the doorway. His cold eyes were the unusual colour of green flecked with gold. Night stiffened, green eyes wide with shock. She moved behind Holly in an attempt to hide herself.
"Night? Hiding behind me won't work. I advise hiding behind Trouble!" Holly hissed. She was right. Holly was slim and as short as her surname suggests. Night was a good inch or so bigger than Holly. They look quite ridiculous with Night trying to hide.
"Sir. Do you need anything?" Mrs. Mandrake asked.
"I only with to know if a 'Belladonna Shade' is registered her," The man's peculiar eyes never left Mrs. Mandrake's.
"No sir, I'm afraid not. There is a Night Shade registered here, though," Mrs. Mandrake's eyes turned to Night who stepped out from behind Holly; it was useless to avoid confrontation now.
"Night Shade, eh? Clever pseudonym, my dear Belladonna," the man smiled venomously at Night.
"If that name ever leaves your tongue again, I'll rip it out, Uncle," Night said, in the same tone she uses around Cudgeon. Icy-cold and as dangerous as Hell, "My name is Night Shade," Night oddly half slurred the names 'Night Shade' together.
"But Bell- Night Shade, I only come here to give you an offer you can't refuse," the man only known as 'Uncle' said.
"I can refuse and probably will, considering you already fear me," Night said, as cold as ice. Uncle barely suppressed a shiver.
"I wish to offer you a home." Uncle plunged on.
"I have one."
"But a better one! One where you are not alone," Uncle circled Night slowly. Night followed his movements with narrowed eyes.
"I'm not alone in House. She's there as well as the Demons," Night began to circle Uncle as well.
"Demons! Shade, you shouldn't be living in such a place!" Mrs. Mandrake exclaimed.
"Silence!" Night snarled, enough venom in her voice to cow the hag for a while.
"Your esteemed teacher is correct. You shouldn't be living in that mansion," Uncle said. Holly couldn't help but gasp a little. Night lived in a mansion more or less alone?
"She is not. I will live in House and you will leave me be!" Night lost all of the icy cool she previously held. Uncle noticeably flinched.
"You shall not speak to me like that, magick-less slave!" Uncle drew himself up to his full height. Night, deceptively calm, raised an eyebrow.
"I may be magick-less, but I'm no 'slave,'" in one smooth movement, Night reached down and pulled a knife out of her boot, "Hold out your hand, palm up. No fist!" Night snarled. Uncle reluctantly held out his hand. Night drew her knife against the open palm, drawing blood. Holly leaned in closer, and Mrs. Mandrake gasped, then also leaned in. There were a few murmurs, heralding the return of the rest of the class. Trouble had never left. He just stood there, silent. The cut on Uncle's hand began to ooze blood.
"You called me magick-less? There's not a drop of green fire or blue sparks in you, slave," Night chortled.
"I'm just dry," Uncle said, desperately.
"Really? The full moon was yesterday!" Night scoffed, "Now, leave before you spout any more secrets of Shade!"
"Not until you come with me, Belladonna," Uncle said.
"I SHALL NOT GO!" Night's voice seemed magnified beyond belief; she seemed to stand tall, too tall for the room. Her hair seemed lifted by and invisible breeze and her skin glowed green and yellow, green most dominant, "I SHALL NOT GO ANYWHERE WITH YOU, A LYING, WORTHLESS, MAGICK-LESS SLAVE! LEAVE MY SIGHT AND NEVER RETURN BEFORE I HAVE SUMMOND YOU!"
"You will soon be a magick-less slave, too, Night Shade. In only a few months!" Uncle's smile was cruel and mocking, "How does it feel to be failing the two remaining Houses of Sorcery, Night Shade, daughter of Samireel Shade, Head of the House of Shade, and Seera Spark, Head of the House of Spark? You will fail, Night Shade, and with your failure, you shall end the reign of the two greatest, and now only, Houses of Sorcery!"
"BEGONE, WORTHLESS SON OF A SHADE! I WILL NOT FAIL! BEGONE, BEFORE I SET THE DEMONS OF SHADE ON YOU!" Night roared, her eerie glow crackling.
"I'm leaving. But you can't say I didn't warn you!" Uncle turned and stormed out of the room. Night frowned at the empty doorway, then turned and hopped on a table. She reclined on it, looking for all the world an ancient Roman Empress, playing with a bloodied knife. Then, with a sadistic smile, she began licking the blood off the crimson blade and laughing.
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A/N: *laughing* There's a side of Night Shade you don't' see often. I can't believe that nobody figured out her name. I thought it was obvious. Then again, I love the bloody parts of stories. I dropped quite a few hints for Night's name in this chapter. Think, Uncle. He delivered all, or nearly all of them. Crimson Dragoness and Devil Bass Pyro can't answer, though. I think Pyro knows, and Crimson defiantly knows. I wonder if she remembers, though. ^^
The parts indented were, obviously, conversations or E-Mails over the Spiral. The reason all of the messages that are not secure have Tyrath McFain's name in it often is that the school monitors the E-Mails. So as long as the students code (ish) their messages, they can talk about anything they want. For example:
Tyrath McFain has an apartment there. He just needs the key. Then he will be secure.
Translated, that means:
I have an account there. I just need the password. Then we can talk without being over heard.
Simple, eh? Well, it is simple to me… And I am insane… So who knows??? I'll see you all again in a week or so,
~ Mage Kitty ^^