I feel so different

So, how had Artemis morning gone, one might ask? Absolutely horrifying. After she had lost yet another mate, almost dying in the process she had done nothing but lying in her bed. She had asked everyone to bugger off when they had tried to knock on her door. But now she was out and about, and she was raging. This was some kind of sick joke. First she had to experience a loss of mate, and she still hadn’t gotten the new mate mark. But she had woken up, and everything had seemed wrong. Her body, how she felt. Blurry eyed she had walked into her bathroom, and there in the mirror had Amy looked back at her. She had woken up the whole building with her screams. Now, she only knew one witch that was powerful enough to pull something like this off. Or that wasn’t true, she knew of other witches. But there was only one that came to mind, that also knew that she had tried to use blood magic to get the mate mark of her chest. And it was his bloody ex-wife, so, it had to be him. Right?

She had called the Jones building and they had informed her that Mr. Jones, and that being Killian Jones. Was in today. His secretary almost jumped in her seat, started yelling after her as she pushed towards the elevator that would bring her up to Kilian’s office. As she walked in the petite little thing, looking lovely in her tight skirt and hair pushed back in a perfect bun. Artemis didn’t think that she looked like that for the client’s enjoyment. Dirty little whore. No, she really wasn’t in the best of moods. “You can tell Mr. Jones that he has a visitor” Artemis bite her off, and the woman clearly didn’t like the tone as a small huff left her as she stormed over to the phone to call Killian that his, ex-wife was here. Only that she wasn’t, now was she.

Finally the door opened and she stormed inside. “What is this!? What kind of sick joke are you playing Killian!” she screamed, feeling the rage fuel her magic as she grabbed the desk he was sitting at with her magic powers and slammed it against the wall. “I upheld my promise and didn’t do blood magic, but this” she pointed at her body “making me look like your, not only ex-wife, but wanted ex-wife at that! What are you playing at!? Because this is a very sick way of – and you have no idea what I’m talking about” she breathed out as she saw his genuine surprise. Her anger deflated like a ballon, and she started to pace around the room as her fingers glided through her now long blond hair that bounced down her shoulders as she pulled her hands back. Who the hell had done this to her, and why?!

It was like she could breathe again as she felt his hands on her shoulder, her now blue eyes turned towards him. What struck her first was the thing about not needing to look up, she could look straight into his eyes. Her tongue glided over her perky small lips, not the same plum she had had before. Everything was different, accept the attitude that the witch always carried. At least she still had that.

No, she knew that it wasn’t an illusion, she would have felt it, it was her preferred magic after all.  This was much stronger; it was a curse. Her eyes became a little blank as she knew exactly who would find it funny enough to do this to her. She had never met her personally. But no other could have done this than that bloody witch Rebekah. Her face looked almost dead as he tried to joke with her, asking how it was like being so much taller. She hated it! Well, not really. But everything was in the way, she had walked into things she had never walked into before. “Very funny” she hissed at him, but it was clear that he had gotten her to relax enough that there was a slight humor found in her voice. Her eyes glided towards the desk still pressed up at the wall and the cards spilling all over the place. She har ruined another of his free time moments. A slight breath left her and with a beautiful toss of her fingers the desked move back and the cards formed the tower he had built leaving only two cards to be placed on top.

“At least you don’t have to bend down to look at me now” she teased back and grabbed his jaw letting a thump glide over his lips winking at him. No, this sucked. She didn’t want to look like someone else, she wanted her body back. She heard how the elevator made a new trip towards where she had come from. “This sucks” she huffed and started walking around again, not the same caged in animal as before. But enough to show Killian she was thinking of what to do now. But before she could do anything two police officers suddenly came in. One, what the hell? Two, who had they gotten here so fast, three; what the hell!
“Amy Jones, you are under arrest” – “What” Artemis breathed, this couldn’t be happening, she was so confused as they turned her around and placed handcuffs on her hands. “You have the right to remain silent” Artemis eyes roamed towards Killian telling a clear language. Fix it. “Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you” the police officer continued as they dragged her towards the elevator. And there did none other than the stuck-up secretary stand looking at her with a smirk on her face. How lucky do you have to be, that there had been a police car in the area as the call had come in?

Artemis had to fold her lips together so not to smile, as she saw what Killian did to the poor secretary. Well, the witch would be lying if she said that she had any sympathy for her. It only made her like Killian a whole lot more for that little show he put on, and it had clearly gotten the officers attention as they stopped pulling her into the elevator.

trying to accuse my assistant of being my ex-wife.

This time the young witch had to bite down on her lip so she wouldn’t laugh. The officers looked like someone had caught them with their pants down their ankles. It was absolutely priceless. “You bloody idiot! You arrested the wrong person, I told you that Amy Jones was a slippery one!” the one that had handcuffed Artemis looked absolutely baffled as he looked at the woman he was standing with. Seemingly looking the same, and not at all as the women he had just arrested. “What on earth!” then they took off without even opening the cuffs they had put on her. Not long after that, then they were alone again. “Well, that” Artemis slowly breathed out and started laughing as she turned towards Killian again. “That was brilliant” her eyes glided down her side and looked at her cuffed hands. “So” she raised a brow and let her gaze rest on his. “Want to help me out of these” she danced a little with her fingers.

She couldn’t help but let out a groan as he redirected her praise towards himself as a person. But the smile on her lips only told the story that she liked it. She turned towards him to see how he walked toward his desk and sat down behind it in his chair, the way he was sitting in the chair looking at her. She couldn’t help but feel the heavy pull in her stomach. That man had the absolute ability to radiate power and confidence, in a way that could get the big-mouthed witch rendered completely speechless. Maybe that was one of the reasons she would always come back to him.

Almost as she had read his mind, while walking towards him a teasing smile formed on her lips. “And you’re sure you don’t want me to kneel?” she whispered but ended up sitting down on the lap with her arms pulled behind her back. Her now blue eyes looked into his with a slight crocked brow. “now is almost the time to do to her body as you always wished – you know I’m always happy to please” she said with a very low and sensual voice as her lips moved towards his earlobe and placed a delicate kiss on it.

Some women might not appreciate the comment off what a man had done to their ex while they were sitting on their lap. Well, then there was the small thing about her sitting on his lap looking like his ex. But still, it wasn’t a very nice wording. If he hadn’t added the other sentence, one might think he didn’t even want to do anything to her now that she looked like Amy. But Artemis didn’t really take it to heart, instead a seductive and small smile formed on her equally formed heart lips. She felt how the cuffs fell off her wrist and let a perfect plucked brow raise up. What was this? Before she could react he pushed her off his lap. Not being used to her body she fell off and landed on her bum. All emotion left Artemis face as she looked dead on ahead before she turned her head towards him. Her face said it all ‘really?.

Then she slowly got up, a lot more graceful than she had done when she had gotten out of bed this morning. She let her hands glide over her backside as if she was trying to get dirt of it. “Very funny” she said in a dry voice and sat down on his desk, still careful not to knock over his house of cards once more.

“I’m going to let you work and go home and figure out what to do about this” she mumbled letting her hands glide down her newfound body. Artemis stood up and looked over Killian’s seating body and gave it a light smirk before she leaned down placing her lips towards his for a brief kiss. “Let me know if you find a good way to break the news to MJ and Iris, I promised MJ I would come by later” she explained as she walked over and pressed the button for the elevator. She looked back at Killian and huffed. Funny how that man had gotten under her skin like no other. But what was more telling was the fact that Artemis had actually come over more, to spend time with MJ. Hoping that she wouldn’t mind the chance of appearance to much. What a bloody hazzle. She stepped into the elevator and let her blue eyes keep their gaze upon the warlock, until the very moment the doors closed.