Morgan wanted to question Lydia’s extra words about not bringing her partner, but she couldn’t. Lydia had seen firsthand how Elias was in no way a vampire sympathizer. His way of thinking would continue to mess this all up and ruin what she’d started to build. As far as she could tell, Lydia trusted her to handle this on the human side of things, and that’s what Morgan was going to do. And she was going to do it without Elias. He was helpful when it came to many things, but this time, she had to go it alone. He’d be pissed, but that was a problem for tomorrow.<br/><br/>“He won’t be around,” she affirmed, perhaps for her own mental notes rather than for Lydia herself. The Commander would have to be one of the few who knew what she was doing, and she tried to think of anyone else she could bring along as potential backup. There weren’t very many Enforcers who were like her; many of them shared Elias’s point of view. She’d have to consider it, but for now, preparing the Coven and the surrounding area for the killer was more important.<br/><br/>Lydia concurred with her statement, but with her words came a warning. Morgan had yet to mention that the Commander was like Elias and that he might not give a rat’s ass about the vampires. Perhaps it’s better that way. If the Commander didn’t care, he might give her leave to do whatever she needed to do. She couldn’t pull rank like many of the other Enforcers could, but he wouldn’t want this information getting out. It was going to be a delicate conversation with him, but she had faith in her own ability to speak to him.<br/><br/>Lydia stood and Morgan followed, unwilling to take more of her time than she wanted to give. Pissing off any one of these vampires would only go poorly for her, so she remained quiet as she followed Lydia back upstairs. Tomorrow would bring more answers, and undoubtedly more questions along with it.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>It was dark in the cellar, just the way he preferred it. This place was perfect; Onyxport was often overcast or rainy, and it was just in time for the storms to kick in. It was everything he needed to mask his presence and continue his quest. He grew stronger with each kill, and the last one had been almost perfect. He'd been interrupted, but the girl's blood had been strong, burning his throat with the lingering remnants of alcohol. She'd been delicious, and he could have drained her for everything had that pesky vampire not chased after him. He'd wounded the other man, but he had a few marks to show for it. A tussle with another vampire had been reckless, but<i>oh, </i>the adrenaline and euphoria he'd felt after. Sooner or later, he'd be strong enough to do as he pleased, and that meant killing other vampires whenever he wanted.<br/><br/>He growled as the door was shoved open, peering out of the mask at the woman approaching him. Darcy was her name, and he didn't like her as much as she didn't like him. They had a mutual hate relationship and that was good enough for them. She kept an eye on him and ensured that no one caught on, and he killed in any area that she deemed safe. That was her instruction, and that was his life. They interacted as little as possible.. until now, so it seemed.<br/><br/><i>Lydia Cleur... </i>The name didn't ring a bell, and he wasn't sure it was supposed to. He didn't care to know the names of anyone in this place. They didn't matter. They were nothing more than food, nutrition to sustain him and his gory habits.<br/><br/>He scoffed at her words, turning away and staring at the damp walls. "No matter...," he snarled. He didn't want to look at her. She was likely going to ruin the perfect place he'd picked near the humans. They were so easily crushed. The first girl was perfect, but the second had worn too many clothes. He was going to have to find some more that weren't so modest in their choice of attire.<br/><br/>"I will be strong enough to take them all on soon enough." He sounded confident, but Darcy was likely going to be unwilling to back down. He'd have to compromise, but he hated that. "Where shall we go? I need to feed...."