Artemis felt a sudden urge to go to a graveyard. He opened up the rickety gate, and fearfully went into the freezing wasteland. The gate slammed shut behind him. The wind whistled around Artemis.
“Whooooo are yooou….” it seemed to be saying. Suddenly, Artemis felt a presence behind him. He whirled around, and saw to ghostly eyes, watching him through the gloom. Two familiar ghostly eyes…
“Minerva?” Artemis asked uncertainly. The figure stepped forward. It was indeed Minerva, but she was wearing a long, black dress that was slightly torn around the bottom. She was deathly pale, and her hair had darkened from its platinum blonde to pure black. Her lips were redder then normal, and she had a little blood dripping down her chin.
“You called?” she said in a cold, mysterious voice. Artemis shivered. Minerva smiled a cold, deadly smile, exposing fans sharpened to points.
Artemis stepped back, his foot crunching on the hard ground. “Wh-Wh-What do y-you want from me?”
Minerva stepped forward again. “You can run, but you cannot hide!” she hissed. Then Artemis ran.
He ran out of the graveyard, shoving open the gate. Almost at the manor’s door, he collapsed, panting. I really need to get into shape…
Artemis lay in his bed, trying to sleep. His mind wouldn’t let him, full as it was with thoughts of the night’s events. After a time, he fell into a fitful slumber.
Artemis awoke in a cold sweat. Looking around, he was unsure of what it was that woke him, but a sharp rap on the window confirmed it. Looking fearfully at the window, he saw the ghostly figure of Minerva. She was holding on to the windowsill with ease, but it was obvious that was the only thing supporting her. Shaken, Artemis backed up until his back hit the solid wood of the door. Groping behind him for the knob, he watched as Minerva easily creaked the window open.
“Wh-What do you want with me?” Artemis asked stuttering again. Minerva only smiled.
“You called with the words in the book, did you not?”
“What b-book?” Artemis had a sinking feeling. He knew what ‘the book’ was–How to be a Vampire.
Faster than Artemis’s eyes could follow, Minerva ran to his desk and extracted the book. “You’ve had it all along.” Her voice wasn’t the hissing thing it had been earlier. It was more normal, with only a trace of the spite it had contained when Artemis had seen her last. Artemis shivered as Minerva flipped through it, looking at things only she could see. Then Minerva turned to Artemis.
“You called me using the words in the book. Now I have to do what it told me–Start a coven. Any of your demons want to join?”
Artemis blinked. He’d read about vampire covens when he was younger–A lead vampire and several other vampires. “Do you–Are you gonna drink my blood?”
Minerva’s face contorted in disgust. “No, that’s not how we Change people.” She took a step forward. And put a hand on Artemis’s forehead. He felt coldness so cold it burned. Then he collapsed.