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Lillith weakly nodded her head, and started shivering from shock again. "Dawn will be here soon...." she whispered, holding onto the last bit of hope she had. "I... I wrote a song... and sang it... at your... funeral..." she told him, her eyes starting to glaze over as if she was staring into the void of Death. "Do... do you want... to hear... it?"

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"Well, if I were not I would certainly say that I am now that you have provided me with a friendly name, would I not, monsieur?" Alphonse looked Nathaniel over and realized the man was in pretty bad shape. He would have to mope later; it was best to get Nathaniel back underground. Not that anyone else would be there; it just seemed a sight safer than remaining here where he was not familiar with the territory. "Come on, then. I think we've had enough of our night on the town." Nathaniel was walking, but not very steadily. Alphonse approached him and actually picked him up, careful to avoid aggravating any injury. And it was in this manner that he began trying to retrace his steps back to the tunnel.

"I'm afraid not. I found this one alone in an alley looking every bit like a sack of garbage someone had thrown out." Alphonse suppressed the swell of anger he felt at seeing Lance. It did no one any good for the two to argue here. Alphonse could not stop his eyes going to Mallory, almost as though it had already been weeks since he'd seen the boy. "I should look for her... once we have Nathaniel below ground." I, he had said. It was the closest he would come to saying that Lance was free to leave. With Mallory. Better than having the boy here, however reluctantly Alphonse would admit it.

Mallory went along quietly, trying to stay out of the way. He kept staring at Nathaniel in horror, though he tried not to. Is this what he could expect to happen to anyone he left behind here? Or worse?

I plainly nodded to Dawn, knowing what she meant. I turned back and took back my seat beside Asher. I looked to the men who sat across from us, the one still eying Asher. My face turned a hint of red with anger, maybe even jealousy; though I knew I had nothing to be jealous about. I inched closer to Asher, leaning against his arm with my hands wrapped around his bicep. I smiled as the man gave me a harsh look. There was more I could do to raise his temper but that wouldn't give us the information we needed. "Now that we're all here lets get to business." I whistled, summoning a tall waiter. His hair in dreadlocks that hung over his massive shoulders, and dark bags under his eyes. "Four Dreamy Winters and one Black Margarita." He cocked his brow, probably shocked by my knowledge of liquor.

In no time he returned with the rare drinks; I was almost surprised he knew what I was talking about as well as not asking for ID. I slipped him a twenty before he left. I picked up my glass and licked off the salt that was placed along the rim as well at the lime. Slowly, I took a few small sips until it was empty. I looked over the table seeing that no one had touched theirs yet. A small laugh escape my lips. "It's just hot chocolate, irish cream and rum, not gonna kill you." I tapped my glass against the table until the same man came over and refilled mine as well as leaving a few for when I finish the next one. "So, if you don't mind me asking, where'd you find the owner of that delicious smelling drink?" I glanced towards the man who once held the bloody knife. I made sure not to let them now that I knew the girl personally, that would only give them more of a reason not to reveal the location.


I was shocked of Alphonse's strength and he carried me. Luckily he had not laid a finger on where my pain was coming from. I looked back at poot Mallory. "There's no need to worry boy, just listen to others and try not to make stupid mistakes. That was all will be well." I forced a smile on my face. I could only imagine how pitiful and pathetic I sounded or looked. I was supposed to be their leader. Never should I have left them to defend for themselves, but at least now I knew. I had to protect them the second I felt normal. "Thank you, Alphonse. You're help is much appreciated."

Mallory nodded numbly, not certain how to respond to Nathaniel's words.

"He won't be here for much longer, Monsieur." Alphonse informed Nathaniel, allowing himself to sound pleased about it for the first time. With Lance's help, he managed to get the injured man below ground without too much jostling. "Have you seen Alexia? None of us know her location."

Once back in the comfortable room, Lance got to work with the medic's kit. "Tell me were it hurts." He cooed into the man's ear and slowly started to cut his shirt off of his body to examine his broken flesh. It was not long before his hands were bloodied and he had to get a new rag because the old one was more blood than water. "I'm sorry Mallory I can't leave just yet, " He apologized without even looking up at the boy. Lance was to preoccupied washing and bandaging the broken man lying before him.

I looked up as the one man tended to my wounds, wincing every now and then. Still the sharp pain from the back of my head stood out from the rest. I reached my hand back but found nothing but a small incision that was now stitched back up. "Lance," I believed his name was, "there are stitches in the back of my head. Did you put those there?" I didn't remember him touching me there or going anywhere near my face at all... I watched Alphonse wander back off, probably to find the others. The others. Dusk! I sprang up and away from Lance and was suddenly at Alphonse's side. "I have to go with you." I knew my idea was far fetched since the shape I was in, but I needed to go...though they probably wouldn't let me.