Queen Of Paradox (Unedited)

Rude Awakening

It was time.

Rose tossed her hair up into a bun, ignoring the escaped tendrils, and slide her packed bag from under the Queen sized bed she had called her own. She double checked to make sure she had everything she needed inside it before throwing it by the door. All that was left was to get dressed and then sneak out of the Palace without causing suspicion. She'd done it enough times with Jackie, just never when it actually matter. Like now. The thought of the silly brunette made a pang bloom in her chest, and she rubbed the spot angrily through her damp towel. That woman was a traitor and a manipulator. Nothing more.

Steeling her resolve, she made her way to her closet and a few moments later returned with black jeans, a long sleeved tee, and a long trench, that would effectively hide all her weapons. Grabbing her favorite pair of combat boots, she sat on the edge of the bed and froze when sudden darkness blanketed her. Instantly, the hairs on her body stood on end and she came to a slow stand. She fought the initial urge to panic and took a calming breath. Something was going on. She could feel it in her bones. This wasn't a normal outage. Hell, she didn't even know the Palace was capable of being blacked out. Manoeuvring around the room solely on memory, Rose inched her way to her bedside. She attempted to flick on the bedside lamp and when that didn't work she felt around for her phone.

She could utilize the flashlight. Her finger brushed against something cold, but with a little to much force, and the phone went flying off the table and clattered onto the ground. "Shit!" Getting on her knees, She patted the ground frantically. "Come on...Come on...Come on!" The longer she wasted time, the more danger she was putting herself into. Finally, her fingers made contact and she gave a relieved cry. Grabbing it, she hurriedly came to a stand even as she entered her passcode and toggled on the flashlight. She turned around just as it came on and a blood-curdling scream bubbled up into her throat. It would have passed through her lips and echoed throughout the room if a hand hadn't pressed itself against her lips. She barely had time to identify the man as her phone slipped through her fingers, taking the majority of the light with it.

He snaked his other arm around her waist and her shock wore off as her survival instincts kicked in. Swinging out, she connected a fist to what felt like the side of his head, causing him to grunt as he staggered. The hand on her mouth jostling. She lashed out with her leg next but he seemed to be expecting that and countered, hooking a foot behind her knee, causing her to fall forward. The action both sent her careening forward into his chest and released his hold on her mouth. She made to scream again but paused. She didn't know who this was and at this moment she couldn't trust anybody. She couldn't risk alerting more people and putting herself at more of a disadvantage than she already was.

His arms were like iron as they banded around her, attempting to stop her movements. But she wasn't done fighting yet. Not by a long shot. Relaxing in his grip, she made her body limp giving him all her body weight. Unprepared, he was unable to hold on to her and she slipped to the floor. She wasted no time pulling his feet together and down he went like a freshly cut oak tree. Her towel loosened but she paid it no mind. He couldn't see her anyway and right now to immobilize him was the main objective. Scrambling over his body, she straddled his waist and threw a punch towards his face. She missed. Barely clipping his forehead and cursed.

She cocked her hand back ready to try again, but he was quicker this time. He caught her wrist, and in a move that knocked the air out of her, flipped their positions. His body pressed down on hers, and even as she fought with everything she had to buck him off, he eventually managed to pin her. But not without a few bites and scratches from her fangs and claws. The smell of blood told her she's done some damage. Even though he had her hands pinned above her head and her legs effectively trapped, she continued to buck.