True to her own silent word, Morgan had returned home after dealing with the dead woman's corpse to a fresh bottle of dark spiced rum. She slept well that night, and only a marginal headache greeted her upon that next morning. She knew part of said headache stemmed from dealing with the vampire woman from the club. Morgan had been in real danger there if she'd pissed the vampire off, but years of being polite to those who looked down upon you had come in handy. Being a woman in the Enforcer ranks wasn't easy, but she'd earned respect after some time. Even the Commander had complimented her a few times, and<i>that </i>was rare in itself. He had said that she and Elias had done good work by responding so quickly to the dead woman, though no one knew of her little excursion to the Coven.<br/><br/>Morgan and Elias spent the next two days assisting the coroners, searching records, and questioning people inside and out of the Night Quarter. Eventually, one family finally responded in a somewhat positive manner. The girl had been their oldest daughter, and though they had to break the bad news to the family, they were moving a step in the right direction to finding the vampire that killed her. Morgan had been the one to continue asking the family about the daughter, Helena, and why she might have been down in the Night Quarter so late in the evening. Apparently, none of the family knew about her habits, saying she was a secretive girl, but doing well enough in school. Helena liked to be artistic, though she was always hiding her projects from prying eyes until they were done. She was quiet but well mannered. She'd been pretty as well, and Morgan only knew that because the vampire killer had left her face intact, even if her throat had not been.<br/><br/>The Enforcer had pored over all her notes for hours after that, unable to track the reason as to why the killer had gone after Helena or<i>why </i>she'd been in such a dangerous place. Maybe she had been friends with a vampire or two. It wasn't an uncommon relationship to see around Onyxport. Unlike Archelm, where werewolves were often shunned, not everyone in Onyxport hated vampires on sight. Any human was certainly wary of them, and some were rude without reason, but the general, unspoken consensus was that the humans and vampires would stay separated.<br/><br/>Now, it seemed, that there were some vampires that insisted on blurring those unwritten lines and angering the humans.<br/><br/>Morgan sighed, shuffling papers across the long wooden table in the archives. Her notes were splayed out, sorted by date and question. Helena's family had been cooperative, wanting nothing more than to see the killer vampire burned for his crime. She couldn't really fulfill their dark wish without an actual<i>suspect, </i>and searching for an answer was eating at her time. She'd hardly ate all day, denying Elias's request for lunch<i>and </i>dinner that day. She'd taken an accidental nap on the table and had every intention of staying there had Lukann not woken her two hours ago. She'd grumbled something about not waking<i>him </i>when he was sleeping on the job, but she couldn't blame the man. He was down here alone most days, with nothing more than the records of lost civilians and murderous killers to keep him company. She almost felt bad for him until she remembered that he'd chosen to be taken out of the line of duty to replace their old archivist. "Some promotion," she muttered to herself as she put her notes back into a neat pile and placed them in a new box. "Helena Petrini, 1821" was written on the front, and she nestled it into a lower shelf, keeping with Lukann's organizational theme of alphabetizing the records. He always threw a temper tantrum when things weren't<i>exactly </i>as he left them, and Morgan knew she wasn't in the mood to deal with him in that moment. Once she cleaned up, she threw on her coat and left the headquarters, finding the moon edging its way into the high point of the sky. Onyxport was calm at this time, though the Night Quarter was always full of vampires slinking around clubs or fancying a fresh walk outside. As long as they weren't causing trouble, she'd keep out of their business.<br/><br/>Taking it upon herself to go on a nightly patrol, Morgan made her way down to the pier. They were the 'port' of Onyxport, though no one seemed to know where the former half of the city name came from. She pondered it in her head, though that eventually led down a stretch of thoughts about names, reminding her that she'd done only a minimal amount of research into the female vampire in the Coven. The Enforcers required a record of all owners and successors of every major establishment in Onyxport, regardless of if they were vampires or humans. Morgan had been so wrapped up in Helena's murder that she'd neglected learning much about the vampire. All she knew was that the vampire was Lydia Cleur, and that she wasn't particularly old by vampire standards. She had a clean record and all her human patrons were willing. In the eyes of the Enforcers, it was good enough to own a business. It was when things began to get bloody that they would interfere, but for as long as the Coven had been standing, never once had it been involved in a human or vampire murder.<br/><br/>"Rainlan!"<br/><br/>Morgan was jarred out of her thoughts as Elias jogged up to her side. "Hey," was all she said.<br/><br/>"Why the long face?" he asked, falling in line with her shorter strides.<br/><br/>"It's not long. It's perfectly normal. And I was just thinking about things."<br/><br/>"Like?" he prompted. "Oh, Helena? You've done all you can for now. We just have to find the vampire that killed her, and then her family will have some peace."<br/><br/>"It's not<i>that </i>easy to just find a vampire, you know," she said, straightening up and glancing around their surroundings. They'd walked the entire length of the pier and were now venturing back into the tighter areas that looked more like the normal Onyxport. Buildings had been built close together to save space and create more living areas for humans and vampires alike. It had led to the decline of several areas, but the political officials were working toward rebuilding, even if their ideas had gone nowhere.<br/><br/>"Well, they're all over the place. The killer has to be somewhere here."<br/><br/>Just as Elias finished his confident statement, the two Enforcers came upon a grisly, though strangely familiar sight. There was a naked woman stretched out on the ground, blood seeping from her neck. The moonlight was fractured as it filtered through broken pieces of overhanging roof, illuminating only parts of the scene. There was a new addition this time, however, and it was one that neither had expected to see. A figure was crouched over the body, fangs glittering in the pale light. The figure's wrist was pressed against the woman's lips, dark liquid seeping from a corner of her open mouth.<br/><br/>In an instant, Elias and Morgan had drawn their guns, both aimed at the crouched figure. "Stop what you're doing, vampire!" Elias ordered. "Put your hands up!"<br/><br/>While her partner tried to be the brave Enforcer, Morgan took a step forward. It was hard to tell in such dim light, but she swore she knew the figure hunched over the body. Her gun lowered slightly as she took a few more steps forward.<br/><br/>"Morgan, what are you doing!" Elias hissed, unwilling to take his eyes off of the potentially dangerous person.<br/><br/>"Miss Lydia Cleur, is it?" Morgan asked. "I suppose this is your way of happening upon something."