Disclaimer: I'm sure if I owned Artemis Fowl, there would be a scene where Artemis gets whacked in the face with a wedge of cheese. Now, there is no scene like that, is there?
Here's the third chapter, people! Thank you so much to everyone that's reviewed, I appreciate everyone of them!
Bloody Confrontation
"…Artemis…?" Her voice was so light and shaken, she was almost disgusted with herself.
The boy leaned in closer, a mere inch or two away from her face. A brilliant smirk placed itself on his features.
Suddenly Ame dove under him. Whether he allowed her to escape or if she was able to do it by her own will was a question she didn't want to answer.
She grabbed the first thing she could feel for and threw it at him. Her uncertain question was answered as he dodged it with cat-like swiftness, the smug look still resting on his pale face.
It made a resounding crash. When she looked at the pieces, it was the vase she had given Artemis for his birthday last year. In it held three fake roses. White, red, and black.
Her hands balled into fists, her angry speech laced with fear. "You're not him… You're not Artemis…"
"I certainly am not." He answered quickly, the words rolling off his tongue like disguised poison.
The girl picked up a piece of the broken vase. The azure blue color glowed in the moonlight mockingly. "Then…" she pointed the piece at him as a warning, demanding, "Who are you?"
"The Artemis you knew never was." His electric blue eyes flashed, "The bumbling sad excuse of a genius was an elaborate lie."
She stared angrily at his confident smile. "Don't say that." She muttered, "Don't call him that…"
The silence was deadly, and the calm like a heavy fog. He was utterly like the friend she cared about so much, yet they were nothing at all alike. A hole tore in her heart, the ripping noise strangely final sounding.
"What the hell is a lie anyways?" Ame's fear began to lean towards anger steadily, "Are you saying that Artemis never existed? Look around you. You're the idiot! The proof is everywhere!"
The smirk seemed to melt away, replaced by an expression that made him look like he was carved out of stone.
He was completely silent. "Who are you…?" She asked once again.
Then in a horrific way, his face seemed to change without necessarily morphing. A lopsided grin on his face.
He was Artemis again.
"I thought you liked vampires."
Instead of the sinuous dark voice he had, his voice was once again rough and awkward.
The knife in her heart twisted dangerously.
"'They're supposed to be uber hot and uber powerful,' you had said… did you not…?" his voice and mannerisms once again shadowy and cold.
Later she would admit to herself that she couldn't deny it. His features were sinfully handsome and mystifying, but at this moment all she could feel was pain.
Artemis picked up the white rose and examined it closely, apathetically, "Vampires have been hiding for centuries. A long time ago we had a… problem of sorts."
Suddenly he crushed the flower in the palm of his hand, and it crumbled into sand and fell through his fingers.
She shook her head ever so slightly. The idea that vampires truly existed eluded her completely. Yet what was even laughable was the idea that her Artemis was one. Always had been, and never was really… him.
He plucked the red rose from the shards, licking it from the base of the stem to the fabric petals before speaking again, "I had hidden my conscience within your friend for quite sometime now. He was an illusion created by me."
"Just… stop bitching around and tell me what you want!" she exclaimed suddenly. Her hands had fallen to her sides, clenching the shard so tightly it cut into her skin.
In a blink of an eye he disappeared. A gust of wind blew, and then she could feel his presence behind her.
"You shouldn't test me," he breathed into her hair, "I am quite capable of devastating your blood count."
He brought her hand to his mouth, gently scraping it with his fangs. Ame had ceased her breathing, her heart pumping quicker with every second in terror. Blood began to seep out as he licked the cut leisurely.
Artemis dropped her hand as he turned her head to look at him. He smiled deviously at her horror-stricken face, her black eyes wide. "You are amusing," he decided, smoothly slipping the black rose into her hair, "Years ago a human would at least cry out for help."
"For now I am not interested in devouring your blood completely. I'm sure that would cause some evident chaos with the rest of the humans tomorrow morning." He seemed to glide towards the opposite side of the room.
For while all she could do was stand wordlessly, her knees threatening to give. "Are there… more of you?"
He looked at her, his face smooth as marble, "Of course." He simply stated.
How many more? Her face creased with immediate worry. What would happen to her family? Her friends?
"How many?"
He had begin to pick up the pieces of the broken vase, licking the shard that had cut into her skin. "I would have to say… at least one fourth of the world's population."
One fourth?!
"Are we… the human race going to die?" her voice, instead of growing louder, decreased with every word.
"No," he answered in a factual tone, "We would certainly devastate the population, as humans are already nearing their carrying capacity, but humans are our primary source of food. We aren't as short-sighted as slaughtering everyone."
That still meant that millions would die. The knife in her heart shifted to her stomach.
Ame lowered her head, "Can't you try… drinking animals instead?"
He had begin to piece the deep blue vase together, stopping, he looked at her with a small amused smile on his face, "Do you think we would choose the latter when the better is everywhere?"
"But aren't there good vampires that would try?" She questioned desperately.
"It depends on how you look at the word 'good'" he replied in an uninterested tone, "Is a wolf bad simply because he ate a rabbit?"
"No." She knew what he was going at, "But we're humans. It's different."
He spun a piece of the vase in his hands, "How? How is it different? Because humans and vampires are superior races?"
"No… because we're civilized, because we can think beyond instinct." She began to turn defiant.
His tone began to grow more irritated, seemingly annoyed by her ridiculous questioning. "I'm sad to say." He walked closer to her, "That that is slightly irrelevant."
Her face was pinched in anger. She was beyond her fear, her adrenaline had pushed her far from that point. "How?" She demanded.
Artemis took a deep breath before replying in a slow voice, as if explaining to a child, "When humans have no food left, they themselves begin to become vicious towards each other. Just like an overpopulated land full of rats. In the end, both of our races react in animalistic instinct."
Her eyebrows furrowed, stubbornly unwilling to accept what he was saying.
"You…" he patted her cheek in a mock affectionate manner, "Are prey."
A smirk settled on his face once again, "We hunt you… just like my namesake… we are hunters, predators."
"I hate you." She seethed, "You're a bastard."
He moved his hand from her cheek to her forehead, "Say whatever you wish, words and insults are not able to change the future."
Her eyes were filled with rage, his cold and emotionless.
Slowly his pale hand reached out for her eyes. She snapped her gaze shut as she felt the long slender fingers touch her eyelids.
"For now, Ame, have a good night's sleep."
"Wha-?"
The last thing she could see was that cynical smile on his face, and hating it with every fiber of her being.
And everything went black.
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Did anyone make that connections with both of them blacking out and the roses? I hope so! (if not, try to now! XD) No one's going to throw anything at me this time either... right?
Artemis does his big change this chapter... so please tell me what you thought of it and REVIEW!!
Next chapter will come... when it comes... (reviews might make it faster XPPP)
