Romulus had that look in his eye. And I know that look. He went up to Mrs. Fowl and kissed her hand. "You must be Mrs. Angeline Fowl." He said, "You mustn't worry about Artemis too much. A young lady like yourself should be on the beach, savoring the last few rays of the sunset with your dear husband."

Mrs. Fowl giggled. Oh well. She's not the only person who has fallen for my dear brother's seductiveness. "And a young man like you should be with his friends." She replied, "Why in the world would you want to be a bodyguard anyway?"

"To protect the family of a beautiful woman." He answered.

"Mother," Artemis interrupted, before Romulus opened his fat mouth again. "These are the new twin bodyguards. Remus de Queldacot is the girl, and Romulus de Queldacot is the boy."

I shook her hand. "Please to make your acquaintance, Mademoiselle Fowl."

"Please dear," She laughed, "call me Angeline." I nodded.

"Arty, please show the new guests to their room." She said to Artemis, who was glaring at my dear and ignorant brother.

"Yes, Mother." Artemis replied grudgingly. We followed Artemis upstairs. Once Mrs. Fowl was out of earshot, I punched Romulus in the gut. "Idiot boy." I hissed, "What is wrong with you?"

Romulus simply laughed and said, "Ma petite, I'm 1,804 years old. What am I supposed to do when I see a woman as beautiful as that?" He was my older brother by two minutes, but he thought he was much smarter also.

"You are to introduce yourself." I answered in French (my English is horrible), "and nothing more."

"Are you jealous, ma petite?" he chuckled as I walked faster.

"If you paid more attention to everyone's reaction to your immature foolishness, you'd see that I am not the one you should be apologizing to. If you are going to apologize." I nodded towards Artemis. "I'm trying to catch up to Monsieur Fowl."

Romulus raised his eyebrow and walked alongside of Artemis.

"Hey Artemis." Romulus said, "Sorry about what happened with your mom." Artemis didn't say anything until we got to our room.

I walked into the room while Artemis and Romulus whispered away at the doorway. Artemis finally left, slamming the door behind him. I flinched at the sound. Romulus dropped his bag on the ground and changed into a pair of boxers and a dark black t-shirt. I stayed in my dark black jeans and shirt.

"What are you thinking about, ma petite?" Romulus whispered, glancing at the cameras watching our every move.

"Food." I answered, "I'm hungry. I'll go get a snack. Want any thing?"

"No. But if they have cookies, then yes. Don't take your time it's already ten o'clock" I nodded and left the room.

The walk to the kitchen was fairly easy. My sensitive nose led the way to the delicious-smelling food. By the time I got to my destination, it had only passed five minutes (I once won a race back in the 1980s). I found a pack of cookies and went back upstairs. I passed by an open door and decided to take a peek. The room was filled wall-to-wall with monitors. I found a few that monitored our bedroom. Romulus was staring up at the ceiling, doing nothing. I smiled. Someone cleared their throat behind me. I turned around in an abrupt movement. It was Artemis. "I was just looking for you, and-um-." I stuttered. I couldn't believe it. I had stood up to people five times my size, and I stuttered in the presence of a mere fifteen-year-old boy! "I was just wondering if I could have this, Monsieur Fowl." I said, mustering up all the courage I had.

He narrowed his eyes. "Yes." He said softly, "You may have that."

I bit my bottom lip and walked back to my room, muttering thanks as I walked by Artemis. I opened the door to my room and walked to my bed. "Did you get the cookies?" Romulus asked as I sat upon my bed. I gave him the pack of cookies and watched as he ate the snack like a delighted child. I changed into my black silk pajamas, and jumped into bed.

The Next Morning

Romulus sat on the floor near my bed and propped himself up on his elbow, so his face was a foot from my own. "Hello." He giggled. Slowly, I sat up and stretched.

"'Tis morning, already?" I groaned. I'm really not much of a morning person. He nodded and stood up to open the curtains. I winced at the blinding light and dove back under the covers.

"Ma petite," Romulus laughed, "'Tis only the sun. You need it if you don't want to look like a vampire."

"I look fine with or without the light of the sun." I mumbled, walking to the bathroom. "How long have you been up, Romulus?"

Author's Note. Sorry, I have to stop here. I'm leaving for Canada. See you on Tuesday.