My eyes fluttered open quickly. I had glimpsed a deep red that stained the black of my eyelids. My head throbbed as I attempted to open my eyes again. I had never felt this tired or weak. When my eyes finally harkened to my will and drifted open, the stark red was still there. It took me a few minutes to realize that it was fabric, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out why it was there. The canopy on my bed wasn't red. Pooling my strength, I sat up. I only realized once it had been done that this wasn't very smart. I almost toppled off the bed I was on. This did help me in one way though. I definitely knew this wasn't my bed. Or my room, for that matter.

Now all I had to do was figure out where I actually was and I'd be all set. If only everything would stop spinning…I steadied myself on a table that was placed beside the bed. Once I could see straight again, I saw what was on it. A glass of water, and two small, white tablets. I wasn't sure, but I had an inkling to what the tablets were. I picked one up and tentatively licked it. Affirmative. I almost spit.

Aspirin tastes horrible when bare on the tongue.

I took a gulp of water with the pills and swallowed. I almost choked, but at least now the pulsing headache I had would go away. I flung my legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand up. I didn't yet have the strength for it, but I think I'd get it soon enough. While waiting, I surveyed my surroundings. Turns out, the bed wasn't the only thing that was blood red. The carpet, walls, and curtains shared the warm color. The door however was a dark wood that I didn't recognize. There was a fireplace on the far wall, but there were no merrily crackling flames in its grate, and the lion's head carved into the stone of the mantle looked as though it were growling at me.

I tried standing up again, and it worked, but a voice from the corner almost made me fall right back down.

"So…Sleeping Beauty awakes at last."

Even in my befuddled state, I knew that voice, and hearing it sent ice through my veins. My heart stopped beating entirely. He stepped away from the corner where there had been the least amount of light. It figures that's where'd he be. He was slowly walking towards me, and once he got within ten feet, (I hadn't realized how big the room was until that moment.) my legs gave out and I fell back onto the bed, narrowly avoiding falling to the floor. By the gods, is he tall…why did he have to be so tall?

"Did you enjoy your rest?"

"Considering what happened whilst I was resting…No, not really."

Styx chuckled and took another step forward, and I drew back. His eyes fell, but he took yet another step forward, and I attempted to scoot farther back, but my legs irritatingly got in the way. I had the urge to hit them, but this might have been the caffeine in the aspirin. Or it might have been stupidity, but whatever it was, it was just odd. I knew that I would have to draw my legs up or run for it if I wanted to keep distance between us. I opted for the first option because jumping up to run for my life and then falling on my ass didn't seem too appealing.

I was in the act of doing so when I felt a vice-like grip on my arm. Shit. He'd been at least five feet away. I didn't even see him move. I quickly looked down and braced my arm, attempting to pull away.

"Skye…"

His voice was lilting. Hell, it was even singsong. I was wondering what the hell he was so happy about, but it didn't take too long for me to get it. I was here, wherever here happened to be. That would be enough to make him happy. And him being happy had never proved to be a good thing for anyone but him.

"Let go of me."

I attempted to sound cool, confident, and fearless, but my voice wobbled and the fact that I was still drowsy, weak, and staring at my knees probably made it worse. Surprisingly, he did let go. I looked up in shock, but that was a big mistake. He was very literally inches from me. I fell back in shock, which, considering, didn't put me in a very good position.

Styx leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of me. He stopped once he was once again inches from me. He was staring at me. Now, I don't enjoy being stared at in any circumstance. Least of all when the person doing the staring is someone whom you really don't like and currently has you pinned to a bed.

Any lingering drowsiness I might have had up to that moment instantly dissipated and I tried to scramble away. Only by scramble I mean roll and by tried I mean it didn't work. I saw Styx smirk. Oh, how I hated that smirk.

"Styx, I realize that, being a sleazy bastard, personal space doesn't mean much to you, but it does to me, so kindly…SHOVE OFF!"

With my last words, I shoved him away from me. (Very original, I know.) It had the desired effect though. It got him away from me, which had recently become my only goal in life. Against my dearest wishes, Styx did not fall over and hit his head or simply start bawling, but he did brush imaginary lint from his shirt and chuckle.

This infuriated me. I stood up to hit him, but there was something I hadn't counted on. Although I was no longer fogged in the brain, I was still weak. I almost fell over, but Styx caught me around the waist and hauled me upright. I would have preferred plummeting to the floor. I tried to make him let go, but the annoying git was being stubborn. Or maybe it's just because I wasn't hitting his face. It probably would have been more effective, but looking him in the eye was not an option.

Although whether he sensed this was questionable. He put his hand to my chin and pulled my face up. Once again, I realized how tall he was. But this was second to the fact that he was, once again, staring at me. He ought to see a therapist about that, and I was about to suggest this, but I was rendered unable by the unpleasant fact that he kissed me.

Not for very long, mind you. Weaknesses take the bench. I would get out of this predicament whether consciousness liked it or not. I managed to break off the kiss, get him off of me, and run about two feet before he came to his senses and grabbed my arm. I angrily clawed at his hand, and didn't even notice he had been moving me until I felt my back shoved against a wall. It took me three seconds to assess the situation, (which happened to be me pressed to a wall by my horny arch enemy.) and for a little voice in my head to murmur, 'Oh…Not good…'

But of course, the little prat didn't even let the voice say anything else before he was kissing me again. I shoved him, but he stood his ground, and even worse, he shoved me back, banging my head into the wall and sending a wave of dizziness through my head.

"Prick."

This made him laugh. I took this opportunity to shove him again. It actually worked this time, though. He stumbled back a few feet and I darted to the side. Desperate to get to the door. I don't know why it didn't occur to me that it would be locked. But of course, it was. So, I did the next best thing. I put the bed between us. This actually worked, because the bed was in the middle of the room, and I was able to circle it without any real problem.

"Skye…Stop playing this game."

"What game? If you mean the 'keep as much space between you and I' game, then no. I will not stop playing."

I took a minute to think about what I had just said and almost slapped myself. If only I hadn't taken that aspirin…maybe then such odd things wouldn't keep popping into my brain. He smiled, and I wanted so badly to throw something at him. I was actually looking for something with which to do so when he leapt over the bed and hurtled towards me. I had barely a second to react and when I did, I am ashamed to say that I tripped on the edge of a rug. But this actually worked, so, points for me. I got up and ran to my left, but I realized something.

I was locked in a room. There was nowhere to run. I turned around and he was there. I should have expected that. I slowly backed up, and met a wall. Once again, I had just put myself in a bad position. I closed my eyes and took a shaky breath. When I opened them, I was expecting to meet his icy blue eyes, but I didn't. He wasn't even in front of me, or in fact, in the room. In a way, this was crueler than cornering me, because he had left me alone with my thoughts, and right now, there was only one thing I was thinking.

And that thing was…

There is nothing I can do, nowhere I can run, and nowhere to hide.

I'm trapped.