There was a tense moment of silence before Lydia moved. On instinct, both Enforcers backed up, but Morgan didn't reach for her gun. While vampires were known to be quick, Lydia couldn't take<i>both </i>of them on while holding a half-dead girl. Lydia didn't drop the girl, and all she did was speak. Her fangs were visible even in the dark, which only seemed to unnerve Elias further. Morgan was careful to sidestep, placing herself halfway in between Elias and Lydia. The vampire was at least on cordial terms with Morgan, and the Enforcer hoped it would be enough to stop Lydia from moving too much closer before Elias could hope to shoot.<br/><br/>Lydia aimed her harsh words at Elias, who had yet to back down. He'd reaffirmed his grip on the gun, but even Morgan could hear the wavering breath he blew out behind her. He didn't want to obey this vampire or even think she was serious, but Morgan seemed to know her. He glared at the vampire just as she stared back, but eventually, she seemed to lose interest in him.<br/><br/>Being as close to Morgan as he now was, he heard the vampire speak to her in a hushed tone. He watched the back of Morgan's head tilt up and down in a small nod and how the vampire didn't seem so upset with his partner. His own face hardened, but he refused to engage the vampire in any sort of conversation. He didn't like her, and she didn't like him, and that was the way it was. Vampires shouldn't have been allowed such free rein inside Onyxport, according to his own beliefs, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he watched the vampire begin to slink away, but not before she had one last comment to throw over her shoulder. He had just started to lower the gun, but it snapped back into position as the vampire taunted him. Morgan grabbed the barrel of the gun, pushing it toward the ground just in case he decided to shoot.<br/><br/>"Morgan, what the<i>hell </i>was that all about? Who is that vampire bitch? Why did you let her go with a freshly turning bloodsucker?" he demanded, watching her step away from him without turning to face him. Reaching out, he grabbed her arm, whipping her around to look into her steely eyes. "Morgan, how do you know her?"<br/><br/>"God dammit, Elias, I told you to shut up!" She wrenched her arm free of his grasp, taking a step back from him. "Her name is Lydia and she's the<i>owner </i>of the Coven club, and the vampire group by the same name."<br/><br/>"...The club near the attack?" At Morgan's short nod, his gaze hardened. "You<i>went </i>there? When? When did you have time to walk into a bloodsucker club?"<br/><br/>"When we first found Helena." She glared at Elias, keeping his mouth closed long enough for her to explain. "I went there to inform the vampires about the situation. Lydia didn't know anything about Helena and all I asked her to do was keep an eye out for anything suspicious."<br/><br/>"Anything suspicious?" he asked incredulously. "Morgan, she<i>is </i>suspicious! And you just let her walk away without giving<i>any </i>information about that girl!"<br/><br/>"I intend to find out later," was her final statement as she walked past him. He followed her, but she didn't look back.<br/><br/>"You can't be serious. You can't go to that club, not without me, Morgan," he said, but she refused to look at him.<br/><br/>"I<i>can, </i>and I<i>will, </i>Elias. I have to go repair the damage<i>you </i>just caused and go find out about that girl. Her family has to be alerted if she has any, and we need to keep a record of all the newly turned vampires in this place. We haven't had one in a few months."<br/><br/>Elias scoffed, but he kept pace with Morgan nonetheless. After a terse moment of silence, she stopped. "If you follow me, I will beat you upside the head. This isn't your call."<br/><br/>"It's not yours either, Morgan. The Commander needs to know what you did."<br/><br/>"No, he doesn't. I stayed with the body as long as I needed to, and it was still intact when you showed up with the Commander," she argued, looking up at his face. She sometimes hated that he was almost a foot taller than she was, since it made it hard to look at his face properly. "I need to do this, Elias. If we make bad connections with the vampires, they won't help us find the real killer. Is that what you want?"<br/><br/>They held each other's stare for a long moment, only the sound of water lapping against the docks an indication that time hadn't stood still. Finally, Elias looked down, relinquishing his argument. "Fine. But you're going to tell me<i>everything </i>she says, alright? We're in this together, you know. We're still partners."<br/><br/>"I know. I'm going to find out what I can. I'm good at taking notes, you know that."<br/><br/>Elias sighed before he patted her shoulder. Together, they walked back along the pier and away from the scene, where only a small trickle of blood remained.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Two hours later, Morgan found herself once again walking toward the Coven. She hadn't removed her Enforcer coat, but her hair hung freely around her ears and face, the loose, wavy curls wavering with each step. She'd removed her gloves, sword, and her gun, leaving them at home so the bouncers wouldn't have to take them. She had replaced the normal, leather armor pants of her Enforcer outfit with a simple pair of black, cotton pants that hugged her legs. She didn't want to be weighed down with the armor, and it was a small sign of trust that she was extending to the vampires inside the club.<br/><br/>Upon arriving, the same two bouncers were standing guard. Before she even got close to them, she unwound the pint of holy water from her belt and tipped her foot up so she could grab the knife wedged in her boot. "Here... brought less this time." The only thing she had in her possession now was her notebook and a fountain pen.<br/><br/>The first bouncer - the one who led her the first time - gave the weapons to his partner before he nodded, opening the door and walking inside. Morgan wrapped her arms around her middle, fighting the slight chill that came over her as she entered. It wasn't an effort to hide any weapons; it was simply to feel just a little safer as they passed by the vampiric patrons inside the club.<br/><br/>Eventually, they reached the stairs, and the bouncer wasted no time in taking two steps with each stride, leaving Morgan in his wake. She rushed to catch up, fighting to keep her breath even as he pushed the door open for her.