The Girl In Chains (Artemis Fowl x Female Reader)

Chapter 10: Stupid Hunger

The university cafe is a warm-hearted place to be. The scent of buttered bread fills the air, people's chatter is peppered with giggles and smiles, couples hold hands and tell each other sweet nothings, i stare at one of them and feel envy rush harshly though out my being, 

Love is something i'm protecting, not receiving. 

I remind myself in a snap what happens when i love. I kill, i'm one of the best assassins out there, im indirectly famous among the underground, whoever i associate with will be in danger of being used as a hostage. 

You've already learnt this lesson. Don't make yourself go though the same thing again.

My thoughts start to drift to astray, they start to drift to.... 

No. Stop. 

I pull my protesting mind back from those murky, dark waters to force them to focus on how beautiful the intricate patterns are that are woven into the tablecloth. My throat is already welling up from the mere wisp of those memories, i thank that pain, for it's another thing to divert my attention to.

i glance around and let out a low chuckle; i'm the only one sitting alone. Alone, in the back of the cafe.

Ah, well, it's better this way.

I return to my sketch book. I'm currently drawing the image i remember from my last killing. The fear in the woman's eyes, captured best only by my pencil. I smile at the image, it's so beautiful, the memory serving as excitement. I close my eyes and lean my head back, allowing myself to block out everything and everyone else in the cafe. I replay the murder. I replay the blood eagerly pulsing out of her vein in her neck. How quickly and easily her body submitted to the merciful clutches of death, it's like her body had been waiting for that moment, like every other victim i've dealt with. How the body yearns for death. Really, it's quite annoying how humans have made death out to be something scary and cruel, if anything, it's just a part of life, death is just an uglier word for growing, after all, everyone is technically dying as soon as they are created in the womb.

I feel the presence of someone paying special attention to me. I take a deep breath and resentfully open my eyes to allow the sharp, piercing light to enter them. 

It's Artemis Fucking Fowl The Fucking Second.

He gracefully trips over as he walk toward me, and a chuckle tears from my lips again, He's so cute.

He picks himself up and sits in the chair opposite me, his cheeks are tinted with a slight blush that stands out on his paper-white skin.

"Hey" I say, starting with easy-going conversation, "You know we look like a couple sitting like this right?"

His waves his hand in a dismissive way, "I couldn't care less what others think of me, so cease your vain attempts to unsettle me"

"I unsettle you?"

He sighs and stares into my eyes, "You have a knack for being intrusive and finding ways to make me embarrassed" 

"Maybe you're just very easily unsettled " I say teasingly.

"I am not " He retorts defensively.

"Awwww, did i already get under your skin, baby?"

His cheeks burn red.

"See?"

"Oh, shut up"

I lean forward, "Now, would you mind telling me why you're here?"

He leans forward to, crossing his fingers in front of him, and his expression turns cold and serious, "Would you mind telling me why you murdered Mr.Stoll?"