Lucifer and The Phantom

Chapter two

*WARNING: self-harm depicted in this chapter*

I wake up on a couch with a blanket draped over me. I sit up quickly and a wave of nausea hits me. I slowly lean back on the couch and take in my surroundings. I'm in a penthouse with a huge windows showing a gorgeous LA view. It's still dark out so o know I wasn't out long, but I don't know where I am or how I got here.

Ignoring the pain in my brain, I stand up and wobble around to investigate. There's a piano in the center of the room that I stumble to. I'm about to walk around more when I hear a ding from a lift and I quickly duck under the piano to hide.

"Alex?" Lucifer's accented voice echoes a little as he calls my name. I take this moment to assess myself: I'm in my twenties and I'm hiding under a piano from someone named Lucifer. I shrug to myself, I've been in stranger situations. "Where are you, love? I've got the Detective here to ask you some questions about the man who attacked you."

I hear footsteps getting closer and see a pair of nice dress shoes stop near the couch.

"Are you....are you under my piano?" Lucifer asks in disbelief.

"No....?" I says tentatively.

"Why would you bring her to your penthouse, Lucifer? You're a total stranger to her and you brought her to your penthouse? That's kind of creepy, I'd hide under a piano, too!" The Detective huffs to Lucifer. "Alex? We won't hurt you, we just have a few questions, then you can go home."

I scoot my way out from under the piano to the side farther from the both of them.

"I didn't get a good look at him, it happened to fast." I tell them, crossing my arms over my chest defensively but flinch when I put pressure on the cut on my side.

"We know what he looks like, we just want to get a statement about what happened." The Detective explains.

"I was walking down the stairs when he almost ran into me. I told him I wasn't looking for any trouble, but he tried stabbing me anyway. I dodged, got grazed, he hit me over the head....need I go on?"

"No, that'll do, my dear." Lucifer says smiling. Does he ever not smile? "You have what you need, Detective, I'll take her home now."

The Detective nods and says goodnight before heading to the lift and leaving.

"I don't have a home." I say quietly to Lucifer, half hoping he won't hear me. "That's why I was at the apartment complex, looking to see if they had any open spots, but they didn't."

"Well that explains why you where there but why don't you have any ID on you?"

"I don't?" I think fast and pretend to check my pockets for a nonexistent wallet. "The guy must have taken it."

"But not the cash in you pocket?" He asks, raising his eyebrows.

"I fell on my bum so I was sitting on it, my wallet was in my front pocket." I lie. "Anyway, I need to go find a place to crash, so if you'll excuse me."

I walk over to my backpack that's propped up next to the couch.

"Do you have any family in the area?"

"No," I shake my head, "I just came to American yesterday to find a new job or something, my family is back in London."

"Well if you need a place to stay, I have a lovely guest room just over there." Lucifer points to where the room must be.

"N-no, I couldn't." I mentally curse myself for stuttering, how embarrassing. I'm so awkward, why can't I be normal. My brain attacks me with it's annoying thoughts.