Artemis wakes in a strange forest and meets an infuriating vampire. Stuck in Purgatory he must find a way out. Artemis falls into Hell and is at the mercy of the master of the pit, a merciless demon who delights in breaking people.
Unfortunately for...
The last thing Artemis could remember was Butler and Holly running towards him, but it was too late. In truth, he hadn't expected Holly to get his hint about the clone, but he was impressed nonetheless.
He opened his eyes, one brown, one blue and stared up at the forest canopy. Artemis frowned; he was most certainly not in LEP headquarters, nor at home. He wasn't in the Fowl grounds that was for sure, and no one looked to be around. Fog swirled around him, making the forest seem more sinister.
Standing, he brushed the dirt off his jacket. His questions could wait until he found civilisation.
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He stumbled through the trees, the ground was uneven and his loafers were not built for this kind of stress. He caught sight of a body. The closer he got the clearer it became that the body was not in the best state.
And by not in the best state he meant that it was disembowelled, guts and blood laid scattered around it in chunks.
Nausea swept through him as he knelt in front of the body. Fangs? Odd... they could be a realistic prosthetic. He checked the man's pulse. Nothing. No beat.
He felt the gums, the fangs were retractable and there was no sign of any surgery. Maybe it was a sub-species of some description, could it be...
Vampires were mythical creatures just as fairies were so it would stand to reason that vampires could be real too. As soon as he made it back to Fowl manor he would look into it, but for now... He needed to avoid whatever had killed this man.
A machete lay in the man's slack hand. Artemis grabbed it, holding it gingerly. He wasn't very fond of weapons but it was like Butler said, 'best to be prepared'.
He continued into the forest carrying the bloodied machete.
He only encountered more bodies lying in eerie silence. A feeling was beginning to churn in his gut, this wasn't right. Where was he?
He heard a rustle and turned just in time to see a rabid snarling thing hurtling towards him. After a moment he unfroze and pushed it off him with surprising ease. He scrambled away before looking back in the direction of his assailant.
