Night Stalker

Jet: Please no flames. First AF fic, so please R&R!!!!!!! Now :looks around to see no ones looking: ON WITH THE FIC!!!!

Artemis: Aren't you forgetting something, dearest Jet oh great writer of fan fictions?

Jet: I heard that you sarcastic, Alabaster, insolent little stick of a mud whelp!!! THERE IS NOTHING MISSING WITH THIS INTRO!!!

Artemis: Now Butler doesn't need to exert force, now does he?

Butler: :cracks knuckles menacingly:

Jet: O_O Now, no need to be violent!!!! There are little kiddies reading!!!!

Artemis: Then boost your rating up. Deal with it. Now, on with the Disclaimer.

Jet: FINE!!!!!!! I do not own Artemis and co. However, I think the plot and Klita/Elizabeth are mine. :looks around suspiciously: I think.

Holly: :sighs: here it is, the moment you have all been waiting for, chapter .5, better known as the Prologue. DUN DUN DUN!!!!!

Prologue

She sat in the darkness, sighing inwardly. The figure had been searching for decades, each one more unsuitable than the last. Disappointing, yes, but was she going to give up? No. So, she turned her gaze once more to the alleyway ahead of her. Actually, that would be incorrect. It was the alleyway below her, and she pondered this as she teetered dangerously on a small ledge outside the barren walls of a bleak black building. Lightning flashed. A thin girl was revealed, her thin, yet slightly muscular arms and legs concealed behind thick black articles of clothing. She seemed bald, but on closer inspection it was noticed that this was only because her midnight black hair blended in perfectly with the night. It was long and flowing. She looked down, gripping her ledge, to notice a thirty-foot drop waiting to consume her should she fall. 'And what a ruckus that would make,' she thought. Her musings were interrupted by the sound of something scurrying below her. She glanced down to see a pale boy of ten or so stumbling through. He was whimpering slightly, as though trying not to cry. It was his tear filled eyes, though, that caught her attention. They were deep blue, so much like her own. His hair was her colour's too. She took a split second thought, then decided to try with this one. Melting into the darkness, she reappeared a few feet away from him. She touched him with a cold hand, and he was immediately paralyzed. She stepped forward and dug her fangs into the warmth of his flesh. He thought about crying out, but was stopped as he realized he was unable to. His only thought was 'Oh God, am I going to die?" Meanwhile, the vampiress, for that is what she was, tasted a sample of his blood. A vampire can tell of a person's life, their memories and thoughts, feelings and actions by tasting their blood. She sensed what he had accomplished in his measly life, and what his future held. Smiling, she decided that this truly was who she was looking for. She added a bit of poison to her spit, and, withdrawing her fangs, spit on the wound. 'Now they will never truly heal. I shall be able to find you this way, little one. My markings will draw me to you when it is time, and they will protect you from others like me. Do not fear. I will not hurt you now. I shall see you sooner than you think.' And with that, She flew up to land on her ledge, with the impression to watch him till he arrived safe at home.
Feeling the paralysis lifting from his body, he struggled from the alley, running home. He didn't care if his father had hit him, he needed consolation, and he needed to think. Most of all, he wanted to tell Butler of what had just happened. Running frantically, he touched his neck. Sensing the poison in the wound, he surmised that he would carry the scar the rest of his life. He ran as fast as he could, and in doing so failed to notice the dark figure trailing him. Upon reaching his home and stepping inside, the girl landed on a stone gargoyle, studying her landscape. She could see the young boy crowd into bed wearily. She knew he'd tell no one of their encounter. As he nodded off, she whispered, "Sleep well, my boy. From what I have just condemned you to, you are going to need your rest. Sleep well. my little Arty."

Jet: So. good? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! I AM BEGGING!!!!!!!!! Thank you. (