It's been a long time, I know, but I, uh, kinda, uh, forgot that I, blush had a fanfiction. :)
Enjoy. You'll hate it.
Chapter Four.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Rowan's thoughts were along those lines as she stared back into those icy eyes.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Fowl. Please let go of me."
Artemis looked down into those scared bluer than blue eyes. Even in fear, she was beautiful, even more so. Her cheeks had a blush to them and her her eyes were wide. He felt a perverted, smug joy erupt inside him that he could make her look that way. He felt another urge to kiss her, but he battled that one down. It was not the time.
"Bullshit, Miss Smoke. Answer my question. Now," he commanded, realizing that his teeth were gritted.
She tried to tug away from him one last time, but her wouldn't have any of it. Miss Smoke just looked up at him through those wide blue eyes and tilted that stubborn chin.
"I've nothing to tell you," she hissed.
That pissed him off, that glint in her eye, the anger now flaring there as well. As if was the one to fault. He thrust her away from him, and onto the couch. She landed and caught herself to stand back up.
"Don't move," he ordered. Something in his gaze must had scared her to the point of compliance, because she did in fact, remain completely still. He walked over to his desk and pulled out the papers her had printed off from her computer the night before.
"You don't know what I'm talking about? How's this, then?" he spat, throwing down the files with his face plastered all over them. She flinched at the noise they made as they hit the coffee table. Pictures of him getting out of a car, walking down the street, talking with Butler, all of them there with a simple word, 'Terminate.'
"Well, Miss Smoke? What about this? Directly from your files on your laptop. Can you say you know nothing now?"
She shook her head. Rowan felt tears come to her eyes. Why was she so damn emotional?
He stalked over, grabbed her shoulders, and hiked her up to his formidable height. He was so much bigger than her. All her spy training had suddenly gone out the window, she couldn't remember a single thing she was supposed to do. All she could think of was, well, the baby. And that she was probably going to die.
He shook her. "I'll ask you one last time, politley, before I call Butler in here to get the information, and that won't be pretty. Who sent you?"
She put her hands to his chest to stop his movements, and he complied. She was breathing heavily, mostly from fear and the rough way he was handling her.
"I don't know the employer, I never do. My company was hired to take you out. That's all I know, Fowl," she said quietly.
He looked her up and down, her hair in her face, her eyes downcast. He suddenly let go of her, allowing her to collapse back onto the couch. It was eerily quiet now that he had calmed down.
"I will send Butler in to take care of you. Don't even think about leaving this room. You will regret it."
She nodded, not looking at him. Was she scared of him? He laughed at that; he frightened a world class assassin. He took one last look at her before leaving the room.
Butler was standing outside.
"Butler, take care of our assassinating friend."
"You mean, kill her?"
"No, rough her up, send her back. They'll get the message," Artemis decided after a moment's hesitation.
Butler nodded and watched as Artemis walked calmly down the hall to his computer room. Then he looked through the door to see Miss Smoke, staring at the ground, her arms around her middle. Orders, were orders, he guessed, no matter how distasteful they were, and without another moment, he entered the room and shut and locked the door.
He approached her slowly, sizing her up.
"Are you going to kill me, Domovoi?" she asked placantly.
"No. Not my orders," he answered.
"Just not the stomach, Butler," she sighed.
"Are you going to fight me?"
She stood up and looked at him, smiling. "Of course, dumbass. What type of person would I be if I didn't?"