Alexander

A loud gunshot awoke me. Lysander and I had fallen asleep in a supply closet, trying to get away from Alexiel, who wouldn't let us search properly. She swore that if we ever found Lolita she would kill her, but she didn't suspect that Lolita was- another gunshot echoed through the walls. I looked around but Lysander wasn't here, he couldn't possibly have…? I wasn't about to take any chances. I ran out, without any idea of where the hell I was going. I just had to find them before Lysander did anything stupid. Damn, could Damien have any more hallways? Then, I heard screaming, without a doubt Lolita. I'm going to kill Lysander if he did anything to her. I followed the sound to the fourth floor. Left or right? Another scream followed by a muffled sound, definitely right. When I reached a roofless room with an unnecessary fountain in the center, I found them.

It took me a moment to take in the scene, but I was able to sigh when I did. It was not too late yet. Lysander was aiming his gun at "Lily", who was on the floor, gagged, and with a look somewhere between fearful and annoyed. Damien could only stand watching, for fear that Lysander would harm Lolita. Lysander spotted me before I could do anything.

"Alexander! Im glad you're here, Damien was just about to show me where he locked Lolita. Be a dear and guard that thing alright?" He said nodding toward Lolita. That thing? His voice sent a chill down my spine. His pupils were large and there was something off about the look in his eyes.

I nodded, taking out my own gun to convince him of such. Once my aim had reached Lolita he changed targets. Although Damien had obviously had no intention of telling him anything he guided Lysander away. As soon as he was out of sight I threw the gun in the fountain. Even though I did it just to fool Lysander, it made me nervous to point such a thing towards her. I hurried to pick her up and hide her somewhere. I found an empty guest room a few doors down the hall. There, I placed her on a chair and removed the tied up rope on her hands. I let her remove the gag herself. As she did I stored the rope in my pocket.

"I have to go help Damien." I told her.

"Wait! I have to tell you something." She reached to remove the wig but I stopped her.

"I know, but keep it on. It's safer for now." She opened her mouth to protest but I held up a finger to my lips. Whatever it was, it could wait. "I'll be back."

I hurried to try and catch up with them but their trace was gone. My only option was to quickly explore as much of this place as I could. By some miracle I found them within minutes, probably walking around aimlessly, but Lysander was blinded by whatever demon was in him. Quietly, I caught up behind him. His gun was still on the back of Damien's head who just looked straight ahead. When I was close enough, I caught him in a headlock. While he was briefly distracted, I took the gun with my free arm and slid it out of the way. Damien turned, startled. He hurried to help me. As he held back Lysander, I tied him with the same thing he used on Lolita. He struggled hopelessly, his eyes filled with rage.

"I thought we were friends." He muttered.

"It's because we are friends that I am doing this, bro." I told him.

Damien and I carried him back to the room I had left Lolita in. While we walked in the dark I was able to reflect on the last few minutes.

"Hey Damien, why the hell didn't anyone hear the gunshots? Don't you have guards?" I asked him bewildered.

He sighed. "I let the human guards off for today. Along with the other human workers. The ones who weren't human were allowed to stay and enjoy the party as they wished. Once the party was over everyone retired to a guest room. No one heard the gunshots because as soon as a door closes the room becomes soundproof. The only rooms that are exceptions are the storage closets, hallway bathrooms, and I believe the pantry."

"What if an assassin was sent to kill you? Or in this case, Lysander?" I pointed out.

"Look, I get it. I let my guard down too much." He snapped.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude."

"Don't worry about it. So, you knew?" He was talking about Lolita.

"Yeah." We arrived at Lolita's room but we didn't go inside.

"Since when?" He asked.

"Since you introduced us to 'lily'". I told him.

"I see." He opened the door and closed it behind me, making sure to lock it.

There were two twin beds in the room we were in. It closely resembled a hotel room. Lolita was already sleeping on the bed closest to the balcony and we layed Lysander, who sometime during the short trip here had fallen asleep, on the other one, after we had untied him of course.

"What now? Sleeping doesn't seem like a good idea." Damien asked.

"Watch television I guess," I nodded toward the flat screen. "Its 4 am right now but I think ill send for the pilot."