A/N: OK, I just want to say I'm sorry I haven't updated this story for
absolutely AGES. I started writing the 2nd chapter straight away, but then
I kinda . . . forgot about it. *blushes heavily*
Thank you for all your reviews. I appreciate that you took time to review
such a crappy piece of work (that I typed up in about ten minutes). Yes, I
do realise that there were about a gazillion mistakes in the last chapter
(and even in this chapter), and I know, I KNOW, it seems like a Mary-Sue,
but, trust me, Marie is so totally NOT a Mary Sue. OK, well, she is KINDA.
But you will see why good old Arty is so, um, 'taken' by her in this
chappie!
Oh, and also, the last chapter, and this chapter, and many chapters to come
might seem a little bit rushed because . . . well, I haven't read Artemis
Fowl for a while, and I've kinda forgotten some pretty crucial stuff.
OK, I'll stop babbling now . . .
~~~~~~~~ Capable of Love? ~~~~~~~~
Chapter 2
"Follow me," Artemis said, leaving the room and going up the stairwell. Maria followed him with Butler following her, while carrying her two bags with all her things.
"Um, sorry, but where is the . . . um, toilet?" Maria asked nervously.
"Right down the corridor, on the left. The room next to it will be yours. Butler and I will be waiting there for you," Artemis directed her, while trying to steady his breathing - her eyes were really gorgeous.
Maria smiled graciously, yet shyly, and made her way into the bathroom. Once she locked the locked the door she let out a big sigh. She put her hand on her chest, just below her neck, and muttered, "Erscheinen Sie." [1]
There seemed to be a green glow coming from her hand, and slowly, a rosy pink stone on a necklace appeared. Maria sighed, and took the necklace off, pocketing it in the pocket of her tracksuit bottoms.
"Can't let anyone get too suspicious," she muttered to herself. The stone on the necklace was a special rose quartz, charmed by a Bruja [2] from the Brazilian government. It enabled the one who was wearing it to have a sort of power over the one he or she chose to 'target' for their own reasons.
Because it was a rose quartz that Maria had, it made Artemis, her chosen 'target' believe to be falling in love with her. The girl sighed to herself again. It was pretty twisted, playing with someone's feeling; their heart especially, but it was all necessary in the line of work.
She went out of the door, quietly closed it behind her, and entered the room next to it.
"Holy shit!" she gasped as soon as she stepped into it. Artemis and Butler looked at her. She blushed. "Um, I mean . . . holy potatoes?" she said nervously.
Good job you idiot. Now you're gonna blow your cover by swearing all over the place. You're supposed to be shy and quiet, remember? Maria's brain berated her.
But, even so, the room was magnificent: a giant bed with magenta-coloured covers, a dressing table and a cupboard with weird writing on it (Maria recognised it as Gnommish, or something - she had learnt all about the creatures that lived under the earth during her Brazilian government spy- training), a fireplace and, to her mild surprise . . . a punching bag.
"Th-thank you," Marie stuttered as Butler roughly dropped her two heavy bags on her bed.
"This is the room you will be sleeping in. You will wake up at exactly six am every morning, and patrol around the house. Make sure that there aren't any people snooping around. At ten fifteen precisely, you will meet me, Butler and Juliet in the dining room for breakfast. Then, you can have one hour to yourself while Butler patrols the house. Then you will go back to patrolling the house. There is a hidden camera on your jacket, so I will be able to see everything you see. I will have it installed tomorrow. Every time I need to speak to you a little shock from the camera will go through you - I'm sure you won't mind, judging from the fact that you are technically a, er, 'female' version of Butler, my butler," Artemis said, perfectly in control of the situation: if you had been inside his brain, you would never had known that he was speaking to the girl it had appeared that he was madly in love with or some nonsense just a few minutes ago.
"Um . . . sir?" Maria asked tentatively.
Artemis sighed.
"Stop with all this . . . 'sir' business. It's unnerving. Makes me feel old," he said. He stepped towards Maria so they were head to head. Well, Maria was a bit smaller than Artemis at 5 ft 4", but all the same anyway.
"This is where your camera will be," Artemis said, tapping just below the dark-eyed girl's left collarbone. Maria sucked in a breath (on purpose, of course - she had to make it look like she fancied the pants off him, didn't she? Which she didn't. Of course she didn't).
"Um . . . sir? I, I mean . . . Artemis . . . will . . . will I have . . ." Maria paused, looking apprehensive. Then, "a TV in my room?" she asked.
Artemis raised a perfectly well groomed eyebrow. (A/N: NOT that he used tweezers, of course. His eyebrows are just . . . naturally well groomed.)
Maria cringed a bit.
"I'm sorry Artemis, I shouldn't have-" the girl started, but Artemis cut her off.
"Quite alright. You should get something in return for patrolling the house. I will have Butler bring in your television tomorrow," he said curtly.
Butler furrowed his brows a bit, but didn't question his master. There was a knock at the door. Juliet let herself in.
"Hey, Arty, you --will-- let me and Maria work together for something, won't you?" she asked. Artemis looked at Butler questioningly.
"Juliet is good friends with Gerlas," he said flatly.
"Oh. I see. What do you propose I let you work together for?" Artemis asked Juliet.
"Um . . ." this question seemed to stump her. "Oh, I dunno! Something like practicing kicks and punches and stuff in that new room, you know, the one with the punching bag!" Juliet said, eyes lighting up. "What do you think, Marie?" she turned to the girl.
"Um, yeah, sure," she agreed.
"I'll think about it," Artemis said. He turned to leave, then turned back and said, "Remember . . . six o'clock sharp," He always --did-- like punctuality.
Maria nodded. Damn. This spy business was hard work: she always slept in until eleven.
[1] Means 'appear' in German.
[2] Means 'witch' in Spanish.
A/N: *cough* Well, that was an unbelievably weak chapter. Oh well. *sits twiddling thumbs whilst staring at the ceiling* So what are all you lot waiting for? Review!!!
~~~~~~~~ Capable of Love? ~~~~~~~~
Chapter 2
"Follow me," Artemis said, leaving the room and going up the stairwell. Maria followed him with Butler following her, while carrying her two bags with all her things.
"Um, sorry, but where is the . . . um, toilet?" Maria asked nervously.
"Right down the corridor, on the left. The room next to it will be yours. Butler and I will be waiting there for you," Artemis directed her, while trying to steady his breathing - her eyes were really gorgeous.
Maria smiled graciously, yet shyly, and made her way into the bathroom. Once she locked the locked the door she let out a big sigh. She put her hand on her chest, just below her neck, and muttered, "Erscheinen Sie." [1]
There seemed to be a green glow coming from her hand, and slowly, a rosy pink stone on a necklace appeared. Maria sighed, and took the necklace off, pocketing it in the pocket of her tracksuit bottoms.
"Can't let anyone get too suspicious," she muttered to herself. The stone on the necklace was a special rose quartz, charmed by a Bruja [2] from the Brazilian government. It enabled the one who was wearing it to have a sort of power over the one he or she chose to 'target' for their own reasons.
Because it was a rose quartz that Maria had, it made Artemis, her chosen 'target' believe to be falling in love with her. The girl sighed to herself again. It was pretty twisted, playing with someone's feeling; their heart especially, but it was all necessary in the line of work.
She went out of the door, quietly closed it behind her, and entered the room next to it.
"Holy shit!" she gasped as soon as she stepped into it. Artemis and Butler looked at her. She blushed. "Um, I mean . . . holy potatoes?" she said nervously.
Good job you idiot. Now you're gonna blow your cover by swearing all over the place. You're supposed to be shy and quiet, remember? Maria's brain berated her.
But, even so, the room was magnificent: a giant bed with magenta-coloured covers, a dressing table and a cupboard with weird writing on it (Maria recognised it as Gnommish, or something - she had learnt all about the creatures that lived under the earth during her Brazilian government spy- training), a fireplace and, to her mild surprise . . . a punching bag.
"Th-thank you," Marie stuttered as Butler roughly dropped her two heavy bags on her bed.
"This is the room you will be sleeping in. You will wake up at exactly six am every morning, and patrol around the house. Make sure that there aren't any people snooping around. At ten fifteen precisely, you will meet me, Butler and Juliet in the dining room for breakfast. Then, you can have one hour to yourself while Butler patrols the house. Then you will go back to patrolling the house. There is a hidden camera on your jacket, so I will be able to see everything you see. I will have it installed tomorrow. Every time I need to speak to you a little shock from the camera will go through you - I'm sure you won't mind, judging from the fact that you are technically a, er, 'female' version of Butler, my butler," Artemis said, perfectly in control of the situation: if you had been inside his brain, you would never had known that he was speaking to the girl it had appeared that he was madly in love with or some nonsense just a few minutes ago.
"Um . . . sir?" Maria asked tentatively.
Artemis sighed.
"Stop with all this . . . 'sir' business. It's unnerving. Makes me feel old," he said. He stepped towards Maria so they were head to head. Well, Maria was a bit smaller than Artemis at 5 ft 4", but all the same anyway.
"This is where your camera will be," Artemis said, tapping just below the dark-eyed girl's left collarbone. Maria sucked in a breath (on purpose, of course - she had to make it look like she fancied the pants off him, didn't she? Which she didn't. Of course she didn't).
"Um . . . sir? I, I mean . . . Artemis . . . will . . . will I have . . ." Maria paused, looking apprehensive. Then, "a TV in my room?" she asked.
Artemis raised a perfectly well groomed eyebrow. (A/N: NOT that he used tweezers, of course. His eyebrows are just . . . naturally well groomed.)
Maria cringed a bit.
"I'm sorry Artemis, I shouldn't have-" the girl started, but Artemis cut her off.
"Quite alright. You should get something in return for patrolling the house. I will have Butler bring in your television tomorrow," he said curtly.
Butler furrowed his brows a bit, but didn't question his master. There was a knock at the door. Juliet let herself in.
"Hey, Arty, you --will-- let me and Maria work together for something, won't you?" she asked. Artemis looked at Butler questioningly.
"Juliet is good friends with Gerlas," he said flatly.
"Oh. I see. What do you propose I let you work together for?" Artemis asked Juliet.
"Um . . ." this question seemed to stump her. "Oh, I dunno! Something like practicing kicks and punches and stuff in that new room, you know, the one with the punching bag!" Juliet said, eyes lighting up. "What do you think, Marie?" she turned to the girl.
"Um, yeah, sure," she agreed.
"I'll think about it," Artemis said. He turned to leave, then turned back and said, "Remember . . . six o'clock sharp," He always --did-- like punctuality.
Maria nodded. Damn. This spy business was hard work: she always slept in until eleven.
[1] Means 'appear' in German.
[2] Means 'witch' in Spanish.
A/N: *cough* Well, that was an unbelievably weak chapter. Oh well. *sits twiddling thumbs whilst staring at the ceiling* So what are all you lot waiting for? Review!!!