A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I get writers block at the good parts. And Roman, you read my mind! How the heck did you know what I was planning? A few parts are different though. But I did like the way you phrased some...most of it.
"So, you're the one they call they Black Rose?" Macavity impassively said. His face was unreadable. There was that glint in his eye that told me he was either enjoying himself, or was furious. Either way, it wasn't good. But how could he have known? More importantly, how long had he known? He sat there, waiting for me to say something. I stayed calm; I had been in this situation before. It was precarious. If I made one wrong move, I'd be dead in a heartbeat. I started to laugh, not bothering to come to my own defense. There was no point in denying it. And besides, right now the truth would serve me far better. Macavity confirmed it with a slight nod to me. His lips curved up in a smile, " Yes, the Black Rose. The one who kills toms like me, in order to gain the trust of a local tribe. And, I must say... it makes me proud to be your father, Rose." I blinked and stopped laughing. This was unexpected, and I was unable to stop my surprise from showing. I was prepared to be beaten, and then thrown into the prison cell with Munkustrap. I had never been in this kind of situation before. I hoped I didn't screw up. Macavity stood, a soft smirk making him seem all the more dangerous. "You came here to kill me, my dear? A noble ambition, I'm sure. When exactly were you planning on doing it? You've had more than enough opportunities..."
"It was a simple enough maneuver. Gain your trust, get you to take me to the junkyard, and then a fight to the death in front of the Jellicles. Nothing I haven't done many times before."
"Excellent," he purred and sauntered closer, "so sinister, so... me." His paw cupped my chin, one claw digging into my skin hard enough to draw a single drop of blood. His face moved closer to mine, his left paw hovering above my stomach with claws unsheathed - ready to gut me if I moved. "Why don't you be a good girl now," he purred, "and give your daddy a kiss..."
"Whoever told you that I was a good girl, lied." I lightly said, but kissed him anyway. I didn't have any other choice. Deepening the kiss, I got him to remove his paw from my stomach. Instead, he wrapped it around my lower back. The game wasn't over. Macavity had just changed the rules. Although, I had to admit, I didn't know what those rules were.
"So, how'd you find out?" I asked sultrily.
"I had an agent checking your background, m'dear. He just got back with your file. Quite impressive. By the way, how much of it was a lie?" he asked, voice smooth as silk. Never a good sign. But still, honesty was going to serve me well.
"I never killed those traitors. I moved them out of the city. Lied when I said I hated the Jellicles too, although they are a bunch of idiots, and when I said that Tacha was a sexually frustrated cat. But everything else was the absolute truth. It's a lot easier to go undercover when you don't have to lie." I wound my arms around his neck.
"So true." he murmured, before kissing me again. How was I going to get to the Junkyard now? I was pretty sure that Macavity would detain me somehow. "You seem to be taking this well. Especially considering that you've been found out, and your life is now in my enraged paws." he looked at me skeptically.
"You have a strange way to show anger. But, I have been in situations like this before. And lying would do me no good, since you already know the truth. So why bother panicking?"
"Was night before last..." he asked, skepticism remaining on his face. He thought I would try to pull something. I put on an innocent expression.
"I had to find some way to get your trust, now didn't I? And it worked well." I had made my first mistake in telling him that, although the expressions on his face were priceless. First, I saw surprise. Then, his face turned to anger and disgust, probably as much with himself as with me. He was used to using a queen for his purposes, instead of being used by them. Macavity's left paw dug painfully into my back. "Of course, there are certain perks that allow me to enjoy my job way too much for moral integrity." I kissed him again so he knew exactly what perks I was talking about, and to try to repent for my mistake. Although he returned the kiss, Macavity didn't retract his claws. I could feel trickles of blood starting to run down my back, and I unwound my right arm to wipe them away. His paw covered mine, his grip slowly tightening until I couldn't help but gasp with pain. That was my second mistake, I could tell from the malicious look on Macavity's face. A bit of an emotion I didn't recognize flared, but I quickly suppressed it. Not quickly enough though. Macavity saw it, and it increased his enjoyment ten-fold. I had to think of something.
"I thought you were proud of me and my ways." I said, and was unable to keep a nervous waver out of my voice. Another mistake.
"Of course I'm proud, but, unfortunately, I've a reputation to maintain. I can't let my cronies think I've gone soft on a traitor." he said that last word with a slight growl. Macavity no longer angry, but instead was having fun. That emotion returned, but this time I knew what it was.
Fear.
I had become overconfident, and it was getting back at me.
"Who says they have to know?" I asked, attempting to regain my composure. Macavity laughed, and I tried to pull out of the embrace. My fourth mistake, because he only pulled me closer. I pulled my left arm from around his neck, my next mistake. I was surprised I hadn't pulled it away sooner. His paw left my chin and quickly grabbed it. Deftly, Macavity spun me around, so that my back was against his chest. I had my arms crossed in front of me, with him still holding them.
"Because the one who told me is currently spreading the truth throughout the complex faster than a Pollicle on a bone." I visibly gulped; mistake number six. Macavity bent down to kiss me again. It was then, through all of my fear, that I noticed his arousal. A queen's fear was what motivated him. Shivers ran down my spine, seventh mistake. Why couldn't I control this fear? I had perfect control over my other emotions. Years had gone by since I last felt afraid. If I could get some control over myself, I might stand a chance. Yet I couldn't. In desperation, I wrenched out of his grasp and clawed his cheek. And then I ran. Eighth, ninth, and tenth mistake. What the hell was I doing? I had never ran from a fight since I had managed to kill Bloodlust all those years ago. But Macavity was different...wasn't he?
No, he wasn't. I screwed up. My flight was stopped short. Macavity had been right about how fast word traveled. Apparently, if a traitor left Macavity's office alive, they were trying to escape and needed to be caught. That must have been why Macavity's entire army was blocking the only exit. I was smart enough, even in my panic, to know that I couldn't fight my way past thousands of cats. Stupidly, I backed up. My final mistake. I backed right into Macavity.
A/N: MWAHAHAHA!!! Hopefully I can have the next chapter up pretty soon! Or maybe I'll just let you sit, obsessing over what's going to happen to Rose. MWAHAHAHA!!