Thanks TrunkZy! You made me SO happy! Don't worry, Saia's personality is different after you get to know him. Two Artemis's would be weird! I don't think he'd be able to fall in love with a carbon copy of himself.

Chapter 1: Of Blood and History

Fowl Manor,

Ireland; Three Days Later

Artemis awoke with a start. His alarm had yet to go off, so he had a few minutes of peace and quiet before having to wake fully.

He was planning on dozing for awhile, before the events of the past day came to mind.

It's today isn't it? Artemis thought as he got out of bed. I can't believe that mother already arranged a meeting between me and this new neighbor. The entire weekend with an idiotic child, my perfect idea of a good time.

Pulling on a simplistic black shirt and pants, Artemis readied himself for the day ahead of him.

Fowl Manor,

Ireland; 3 Hours Later

"Arty dear, come and meet your guest!"

Artemis winced as his mother called to him in her unique high-pitched voice. Silently steeling himself for the encounter, Artemis made his way towards the front door.

When he arrived, years of control was the only thing that managed to keep the surprise off of his face. It was him, that boy that Artemis had been trying to forget since their meeting three days ago.

Artemis's mother gave him a big smile and led Artemis toward the boy. "Arty dear, I'd like you to meet Saia Heart, our new neighbor."

Artemis inclined his head to Saia and held out a hand. Saia took it, a smile appearing on his face as he did so.

"We'll be leaving now." Artemis's mother told him, dragging his father out of the door with Saia's parents. " Butler and Juliet are doing something for me this weekend, so you'll have the entire house to yourself! Be careful now!" With that, the door closed and they were gone.

"Would you like something to eat? It is nearing lunch." Artemis asked Saia, deciding to play the role of an overly polite host.

Saia's smile didn't waver, "If it doesn't trouble you, I would like to eat."

When they arrived in the kitchen, Saia sat down while Artemis looked inside of the fridge.

"We have some caviar, steak, lobster, and crab left. Which would you prefer?"

Saia thought for a moment, "Steak, if it isn't too much trouble."

"Of course it isn't." Artemis replied, while inwardly he wasn't too happy. At the rate this is going, I'm going to be asleep in an hour!

The two boys ate in silence, the scrapping of the sharp steak knives was the only sound that accompanied their lunch.

Artemis took this time of silence to study the boy in front of him. A wide necked tank top and hair that obviously wasn't thoroughly combed. He's just another messy teenager whose room is probably a mess. And those eyes…they're too joyous looking. He's in for a shock once he finds out the cruelty of the world.

Artemis was jerked out of his thoughts when Saia let out an exclamation of surprise. A sweet, delicious smell appeared in the room, much to Artemis's surprise.

Saia had sliced a deep gash in his palm with the steak knife. He was now applying pressure to the wound with his uninjured hand.

"Sorry." Saia gave Artemis a feeble smile, "I can be such a klutz sometimes."

"I'll get you a bandage." He stood and went to the bathroom in order to remove a small roll of linen bandages.

Saia extended his hand out to Artemis as he reentered the room. Silently Artemis approached the bleeding hand and began to bandage it. He nearly stopped once he realized where that sweet smell was originating from.

This is revolting! Artemis thought, disgusted with himself. How could I think that someone's blood smells nice?

He quickly wrapped the bandage around Saia's hand, intent on removing the blood from his gaze.

The now-bandaged hand rubbed against Saia's neck in a gesture of embarrassment. When he removed his hand there was blood smeared over his neck.

Saia looked down at the blood soaked bandage before shifting so he could stand. "I'll go clean this off."

Artemis pushed him back down, "I'll do it, keep applying pressure to the wound so the blood flow will stop."

He went over and grabbed a towel. Soaking an end with water, he leaned in towards Saia's neck.

The smell was definitely stronger there, filling his nostrils with its sweet scent. Artemis bit his bottom lip, tightly reigning in the last shred of his control. He just wanted to sink his teeth into skin.

What's wrong with me? I'm no vampire! Artemis pushed his feelings to the side. I'll analyze this later, let's get the cleaning over with first.

Saia tilted his head further to the side, baring his neck to Artemis. "It's ok, give in."

Artemis turned to face Saia. "What do you mean by that?"

Saia's eyes locked with Artemis, and the boy genius found himself being drawn into pools of blue.

Before he knew what he was doing, Artemis had sunk his teeth into Saia's neck. Blood swelled into his mouth and he eagerly drank the fluid. Grasping the other boy's arms, Artemis pulled him closer so he could access more.

After a few minutes, Artemis's sanity came back to him. With a shove e threw Saia away from him. Taking a few steps back, Artemis touched his blood-stained lips with a quivering hand.

"What did you do to me?" Artemis asked, a glare working its way onto his face.

Saia looked up at him, "I'm making you remember."

Artemis's world went black.

Lower Elements, Haven City,

The Library; Book of the Estel

There was a time in this world where the mud men from above lived peacefully with the fairies. It was a time of peace, a Golden Age in the long, bloody history of the world.

But with them lived another species. They were blood drinkers, stronger than the fairies but fewer in number. This species lived peacefully with the others though, for they mainly drank from trolls. They were called the Estel.

The Estel were uniformly the same, each one had pale skin and black hair. They could change their height at will, allowing them to blend with mud men and fairies alike.

They could create others like them by exchanging blood with another of a different species, but they seldom did so. The newly made Estel's could be as powerful as any other, but they would always have to follow the orders of their maker.

Those Estel that were living had a very strict system of power and government. They had divided themselves up into eight classes, depending on each Estel's own strength. The elite were the masters, then the mages, knights, wizards, sorcerers, magicians, disciples, and warriors.

Their government was surprisingly simple, but worked perfectly, creating peace between all Estel. Their entire species was divide up into eight groups, each one with a different master as its head. The heads would meet regularly to smooth over any issues that came up, though there were never many. The groups were named by a different thing of importance, and they went like this: Dragon, Phoenix, Snake, Wind, Water, Fire, Earth and Dark.

Everything was going peacefully until fairies began showing up dead. Their blood was drained completely.

The fairies were in an uproar. They immediately armed themselves and attacked, even through the Estel denied do such a crime.

While the Estel were immensely stronger than the fairies, their numbers were so few that it was an even fight.

After months of fighting, the Estel discovered that one of their had betrayed them. He had set them up with the help of some goblins, intending to start a war. When the Estel tried to inform the fairies of this, they would not listen.

Eventually, the leader of the Phoenix clan sealed this traitor away, since he had not the strength to kill him. Later, the fairies broke the seal and killed the rebel Estel, thinking that the Estel were trying to protect him.

After years of fighting, the last battle occurred, killing the few remaining Estel. No one who participated in the battle survived.

Lower Elements, Haven City,

West Bank ; Several Thousand Years Ago

Marcus, the leader of the Phoenix Clan, stealthily crept through the Lower Elements of Haven City. He was making his way back to his clan's hideout and wanted to get back as soon as possible.

He stopped in his as he laid eyes on the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen.

It was a male fairy who was carefully making his way through the streets. Long black hair flowed like water down his back, framing blue eyes and a pale face.

Marcus felt desire run through every part of his body, thrumming with anticipation. Quickly fighting it down, he disguised himself as an another fairy and approached the fairy.

Saia looked up to see another of his kind approach him. He was handsome, with short black hair and bright green eyes, yet there was something off about him. Something that he could not place.

The other fairy smiled at him, "May I enquire you to tell me your name?"

"Saia." Saia replied, a rosy blush spreading across his face.

Marcus embraced Saia, their gazes locking. Within seconds, Saia's eyes had taken a blank look, like one of a corpse.

After placing a gentle kiss on the fairy's lips, he sunk long fangs into his neck.

Saia screamed and began to thrash in his arms. Black wings burst from Marcus's back and enveloped the two of them.

He continued to drink Saia's life blood until he was hanging on to life by but a thread. He tenderly let Saia push away from him with his last bit of strength, giving himself enough room to slit his own wrist.

Marcus pressed his wrist to Saia's lips. The fairy let out a scream and frantically tried to get away from him.

"Oh god, please stop! No!" Saia screamed, tears running trails down his face.

Marcus growled and forcefully pressed his wrist to Saia's lips. "You will drink now." he hissed. "I will not let you die."

Saia let out a whimper as blood stained his lips, running down his throat.

Marcus couldn't help but smirk as Saia went limp in his arms. "You're mine now."

Marcus's Bedroom,

Hideout of the Phoenix Clan; The Next Night

Saia woke up in a soft feather bed. He groggily sat up and looked around the room. The walls were made of stone and there was little to no furnishing within the room other than the bed he was on and a full length mirror hanging across from him.

Where am I? he thought to himself.

Suddenly the memory of what had happened came back to him. He let out a gasp and quickly got out of the bed.

Saia approached the mirror and stared at his reflection in shock. Someone had changed his clothes while he was unconscious. He was now wearing baggy, black hip-hugger pants that was embroided with silver phoenixes.

A tight black tank-top was in place of his blue shirt. It stopped above his belly-button, letting his whole stomach show. Instead of sleeves he wore tight elbow length black gloves. A thick black collar was wrapped around his neck.

Saia half turned and saw two giant black dragon wings on his back.

"No." he whispered in disbelief. "No, it can't be."

There was a creaking sound as the door to the room opened. Saia turned around and stared at the man who entered.

It was the man who had attacked him. The Estel.

Saia took a step back in fear.

The man smirked, "I don't think I properly introduced myself last night. My name is Marcus Black, the leader of the phoenix clan. And you, my dear Saia, are now my concubine."

"No." Saia whispered and began to back away from Marcus.

Marcus could only smile. He held out a hand and made a quick gesture with it.

Saia felt himself being pushed forward by an unseen force. It threw him forward, causing him to crash into Marcus's arms.

Marcus smiled at the distressed Saia. "I control you now. No matter what you say or try to do, you will follow my orders."

He kissed Saia harshly, slamming their lips together. A tongue dove into his mouth, unwanted.

Saia tried to get away, but found that he couldn't move a single muscle in his body no matter how hard he wanted to.

Marcus pushed Saia roughly onto the bed and continued to ravish him.

Saia's Bedroom,

Hideout of the Phoenix Clan, One Year Later

Saia lay on his bed, reading a book of spells. Ever since he was turned into an Estel, Marcus had him studying to become stronger. He was already a mage and, according to Marcus, would soon be a master like himself.

After their initial meeting, Marcus had begun caring for Saia, even though e was only his 'concubine'. Marcus didn't force him to do anything, which was better than other's in Saia's position.

The door to his room opened, and Saia turned to see Marcus enter. He sat up and moved over so Marcus could sit comfortably.

Once Marcus was seated, Saia crawled over to him in order to gaze into his master's eyes. "Is there something bothering you Master Marcus?" he asked.

Marcus took Saia's face in his hands and kissed him, "Nothing's wrong." he assured him.

Saia could easily tell that Marcus was lying, yet he didn't press the issue. Wrapping his arms around Marcus's waist, he cuddled against him.

After awhile, Marcus spoke, "Saia?"

"Yes Master?"

He looked down at Saia, and smiled. "You have no need to call me that anymore."

At this Saia sat up in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I wnt us to treat each other as equals from now on."

"What brought this on Mas---Marcus?"

Marcus pointed to his chest, right where his heart was. "This." He leaned forward and captured Saia's lips in his own. "I've fallen in love with you."

With that he stood. "Now I will take my leave of you."

Just as he reached the door, and hand wrapped around his wrist stopped him from proceeding further. He turned to see Saia standing behind him.

A smile spread across Saia's face, "You don't know how long I've waited for that."

With that, they kissed.

Saia and Marcus's Bedroom,

Hideout of the Phoenix Clan; Six Months Later

Marcus turned to Saia, who was sitting on the bed. "Did you hear?" he asked.

"You mean about the fairies killing Devin? Then yes I did." Saia fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

"You do realize what this means right? Devin is going to return someday, all masters with enough power can do so."

Saia nodded, "But we can do nothing now. It's too late."

Marcus sat beside Saia. "Did you know that they also killed Gabriel?"

"Gabriel? Really?" His eyes widened in disbelief. "What's the Dragon Clan going to do without their leader?"

"They're looking for a new one." Marcus turned to Saia, a smile on his face. "They asked me to see if you'd take the position."

"What?" Saia stared at Marcus in disbelief. "You can't be serious?!"

"I am." Marcus caressed Saia's face. "Your now their new leader."

Gates to the Hideout of the Phoenix Clan,

Hideout of the Phoenix Clan, Ten Years Later

Saia clung to Marcus, sobbing into his chest. "You can't do this!" he cried.

"I have to." Marcus tilted Saia's head up to see his face. "It's for my people."

"Then why can't I go?!" Saia screamed, "Why can't I die with you? I have my people to care about too!"

"Listen to me." Marcus gripped Saia shoulders hard. "You have to survive for me. When I'm reincarnated, I want you to find me. We can be together again for eternity."

"But you won't love me anymore. Feeling can change when you're reincarnated!"

"I will always love you. It just might take a long while to come around." Marcus tenderly wiped the tears off of Saia's face. "No more crying now, you know how I hate to see you cry."

"Marcus…" Saia whispered. "I…"

Marcus shushed him. "I love you, remember that."

"I love you too."

"Good." Marcus kissed Saia for the last time before vanishing, never to been seen alive again.

Fowl Manor,

Ireland; Present Day

Artemis Fowl awoke with a scream. That dream…

To Be Continued…

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