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LNL::Chapter Three, Part One

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Chapter Three
In Which a Number of Things Go Awry


The party itself seemed to go off without a hitch.  The games were played well, prizes were given (and while she could not participate in those games that involved knowledge from her recent book, she made an excellent judge), and merriment was abound.  Even the twins seemed to be enjoying themselves, having won first place in their section of the costume contest for originality, spark, flair, and genuine hotness, as their scorecards read.  
Beelzebub and Perslane had also won, while the King refused to partake in the events (even though she made a scorecard anyway saying that unofficially, he won the Forgotten King section, making him walk with his chest puffed out proudly for most of the rest of the evening).  Everything was going great, the food was nice, the music exhilarating, the company, while occasionally leaving something to be desired, was wonderful enough and had its moments when it wasn’t a total bore, so the evening wasn’t a total loss.  The dance floor was almost constantly filled to bursting, which was where Cassandra was, upon the last check-in with the wireless communication beads set just inside the scattered groups’ ears.  She was almost always flocked with a number of fans and groups, especially now, in such a great area, though she seemed to really be enjoying herself.
Their communications were beginning to grow more and more frantic as they kept in almost constant touch with each other, informing themselves if she was making any move for the door or away from the group, occasionally permeated by an ‘Excuse me,’ or a vaguely faked ‘No, Mom, I’m not going to come home early to wash your windows,’ in some faint way trying to appear normal talking to each other, communicating with glances and stares sometimes across the room if speaking wasn’t an option.
About halfway through the night, the king noticed that their first plan, which was to corner her in the restroom and snag her that way, had long backfired, as the bathroom was constantly being occupied.  Their back-up plan also failed, as it seemed she didn’t once make her way to the snack table alone, so they were stuck with their third and final plan before resorting to ultimate measures that included snagging her in plain sight and making a real mess of things.
The five men were getting into position:
Perslane was standing at the controls, ready to cut the lights at a moment’s notice, smiling and charming a group of young ladies as they walked by.
Beelzebub was helping out onstage to set up the microphones and karaoke screens, tapping and ensuring they were on as he set them in their stands, making sure to set the main microphone in just the right position, his eyes running over the faint outline in the floor before he nodded a little to himself.
The twins were prepping to go, holding each of the others’ coats and sitting with the van, ready to go and vanish into the night.
The king was patrolling the dance floor as she was swept around, letting her hips sway as she danced, allowing herself to be led around, passed from one dance partner to another, her long hair falling down over her slim shoulders, as she was lifted and spun about, though carefully, the men handling her as if she were made of the most fragile glass, a smile plastered on her face as she worked her way through the songs.
Then karaoke hour was announced, and, being as if was her party, Cassandra jumped up onstage for the first song, smiling out to the crowd before she nodded and the music began.  With a strong tone and lilting melody, she began the song, joined soon by three others, obvious friends, who grabbed the other microphones, joining her in the chorus, tapping out the rhythm as she sang along with the alluring music, her eyes closed as she told herself the words, opening them now and again to make eye contact with the crowd.
The tempo of the song seemed to increase as the volume steadily grew, the almost pulsing of the music flowing through the crowd, almost a concert as the writer tossed her hat out into the crowd, gleeful fans grabbing at it as she smirked.
On and on the pulsing grew, the words turning darker, deeper, the melody almost striking the Forgotten King as he watched from the center of the crowd, slowly making his way closer, dark eyes drawn to her as he knew the moment was coming.  It was going to happen.  This time, it would work.  There would be no foiling their plans now.  They would not be stopped.  She was in reach, and they would all show her...
A piano solo came, a brief silence filling the concert hall as the lyrics suddenly dipped down to an almost whisper before reaching a sudden high pitch and volume.
Then black.  The lights went out, just for about ten seconds, and there was a moment of panic before the lights came flickering back on.  Members of the crowd were looking around, chuckling to each other at the sudden change in lighting until someone said, a bit louder than intended,
“Hey, where did Cassandra go?”
***
Out the back door and into the van, the three remaining men scrambled, a limp bundle carried among the three of them as they scurried, in a real hurry to get away as the King climbed into the backseat, the unconscious form of Cassandra lying in his arms as Perslane and Beelzebub took the middle seat, Alex and Adrian up front, ordering them to buckle up as the door slammed closed and they made a quick and relatively silent getaway.
The first part of Chapter Three, which I'm working on right now, very dilligently, I swear!
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