Chapter 7

Sweet Dreams.

A/n:

The words in italics are Holly's dream.

Dear Diary,

Ugh, it's three-thirty in the morning. I fell asleep like I normally do, but I can't sleep now. I had a frightning dream that woke me up. Of course, it was about Artemis Fowl. Well, it wasn't really frightening. More like it was scary, knowing that I would never have it in real life.

I was walking through the large overgrown garden of Fowl Manor. I was alone. Then, I heard a pair of rather large feet walking behind me through the under brush. I didn't turn around to look, but I still knew who it was.

"Holly," his voice breathed in my ear, as he came up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Artemis?" I said without turning to look at him. "What do you want?'

"Hmm, the same thing I always want." he said. "The most important thing in the world to me."

"What, more gold?" I asked feeling myself get angrier. Gold. Was that all he ever thought of? Was there nothing more important to him?

"No, gold is the last thing on my mind at the moment." he said running his long fingers through my hair. I turned around to face him for the first time. His eyes were burning with some type of powerful emotion, but I couldn't tell what it was. His eyebrows were scrunched as if in concentration or concern.

"Arty, can I tell you something?" I asked grabbing his face with my hands. His eyes burned into me. I couldn't help but notice the softness of his face. I wanted so desperately to run my hands through his hair.

"You can tell me anything," he said with a ferocity so overpowering, that I lost my train of thought for a moment. I was not used to emotional displays from Arty. No matter what form, they seemed strange to me.

"Trouble stopped by my house today, and... and he told me he loved me." I whispered.

"Oh he did,did he?" Artemis asked, an angry fire flashing in his missmatched eyes. "And what did you tell him?"

"I told him that, I didn't love him." I said still stroking Artemis' face. "And then he asked me did I love you?"

"Oh, so, how did you reply?" he asked in what seemed like an offhand voice. Of course, I know he's not the type to be offhand or casual. His eyes were unfathomable pools. I could read no information from them.

"I told him that I didn't love you," I admitted watching his face crumble as he tried to pull it back together again. "But, I think I was lying."

"You think you were lying?" he asked his eyebrows crinkling forming a wrinkle in his forehead. I never knew how attractive a wrinkle could look.

"No, I know I was lying," I smiled. "I...I love you, Artemis Fowl." I said. "I love you." I had to say it again. I would have proclaimed it from the hilltops, everyone else be damned. For in this moment the world could have been annilhilated. It could have ended as long as he remained, I would also. But, it he had been destroyed, I should have faltered and lost all will to live and to love. All my will to continue would have been eradicated with him.

It was as if he were staring at my very soul, instead of my eyes. "As I love you, Holly." he smiled, touching my hair. It was as if a dream came true. A dream, that I was always to afraid to have. "As I always have and always will."

"And what about Minerva? Or Shry?" I asked. Unsure of who the second name belonged to.

"Neither mean anything to me. They are nothing compared to you. Insignifigant." he said. "As of this moment, I do not remember who they are." And he leaned down and kissed me. His lips played with mine, in a complex dance. My hands were in his hair, teasing and pulling, trying to get closer. One of his large hands was in my hair, holding me glued to him. The other was at my waist. His tongue traced the outline of my lips. For the life of me I couldn't let go. Not even the cravings for air would let me release him. This was better than anything, I could ever imagine.

When neither of us had any air left, he pulled away from me. He dragged me to the forest floor. He laid down on the grass, and settled me so that my head was on his chest and both of us was staring up at the deep purple of the sky. A gentle wind blew and swept my hair into his face. He inhaled as if it were a sweet wine or the tastiest desert.

I rolled over so that I was no longer on my back. Now, my chest was on his. "You know you never told me what was more important than gold to you. What is the most important thing to you?"

"Haha," he laughed. "You are, Holly Short. You are more important to me than gold or anything else. You are my sun, my moon, and my stars. In fact you are the very air that I breathe."

"You're full of it," I chuckled, nuzzling closer to him.

"Why can't you just accept that I love you?" he asked stroking my hair.

"Prove it," I challenged eyes flashing.

"I intend to."

And then I was catapulted out of the dream. I found myself laying in my bed. I tried to lay back down and go to sleep. But, of course, sleep wouldn't come. So, here I am at three-thirty in the morning typing this diary entry.

My entire body feels taut. I feel like a wire. I have no idea how to take this dream. All day, I've been denying any feelings for Artemsis Fowl. But was that all a lie. Was my subconscious trying to tell me the truth? Or was it playing tricks on me?

Okay, maybe I can admit that Artemis is slightly attractive. He's smart and he's funny, but I know that dream was just a dream. Besides, he doesn't feel the same way about me. He'll probably end up with Minerva or some girl like her.

And, besides I know Arty doesn't love anyone or anything more than gold. Aurum est potestas. Gold is power, but love is not. I don't know why I'm trying to dilude myself. He doesn't love me. The dream was just a response to the continuous discussion on it from today. No big deal, in fact, it would be better to forget it. That's exactly what I plan on doing.

Well my clock says that it's four-thirty. It's too late and, I have to be at work later. I think I'm going to sign off and try to have some dreamless sleep. Good-night. Sweet dreams.

-Holly

A/n:

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