Morgan narrowed her eyes, but she didn't say anything right away. Waiting out in the<i>wet </i>and<i>cold </i>seemed like a good way to catch her death out here, but she couldn't complain. This was the life she'd chosen, but if she'd had even the slightest amount of control over something, it would have been the weather. As it was, she bundled her hands under her arms and pulled the coat tighter around herself. It was thick, and no water was seeping through to her skin just yet.<i>Yet</i>, she emphasized silently. If she had to wait an extended period of time before this vampire boss decided to see her, Morgan was sure she'd have some debilitating sickness by the end of the night.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were swept aside as easily as the two bouncers were as a new vampire came sauntering out of the club like he owned the place. Morgan didn't think he was the real owner, and with the way the two bouncers glanced at him with uncertainty, her prediction was correct. He looked her over with a smile that almost sent a shiver up her spine, but she held her ground.<i>Already here? </i>she wondered. This man clearly knew something she didn't, but his forewarning had her gray eyes glaring at him. Lydia must have been the owner of the club, and while Morgan didn't think the vampire was actually stupid enough to attack an Enforcer, she<i>was </i>alone. Perhaps she should have stayed with the body after all.<br/><br/>His sudden step toward her, along with his hiss, had her shifting back ever so slightly. Her brief second of fear must have been visible on her face, because the man threw back his head in laughter before walking away. Either that, or he just enjoyed laughing at humans. Morgan bit back what would have been a loud sigh before she watched the first bouncer walk inside. She shuffled a few inches forward so she was standing under the overhang of the building. She didn't make any moves toward the door, hoping she wasn't giving the bouncer the wrong idea. The small roof at least gave her some protection from the rain, but the cold still permeated. She willed her limbs not to shiver as the bouncer apparently took his sweet time talking to the owner. She wanted to grumble and complain, but that was rather unbecoming of an Enforcer, so Morgan clamped her mouth shut and waited.<br/><br/>Finally, after what seemed like decades (when it was only five or so minutes), the other bouncer emerged through the entrance. It seemed like a blessing to go inside, but the second that the vampire asked her for her weapons, Morgan couldn't help but hesitate. They were the only things keeping her moderately safe amongst all the vampires in the club, and she was loathe to see them in the hands of what could be her enemies. Morgan balled her hands, but she didn't speak as she pulled her pistol from its holster. It wasn't a fancy looking weapon, but it did its job. When she was a higher rank, she'd be given a second one, but for now, all she had was one as well as her silver sword. That weapon was one she kept in its sheath so it wouldn't burn the vampires. Every Enforcer was required to possess the holy water, but only the really superstitious ones wore religious symbols or prayed to certain gods.<br/><br/>Morgan passed over the holy water and a knife from her boot before spreading her hands out. "That's all I have," she stated, trying to keep irritation out of her voice. She didn't want to be defenseless, but she had brought this upon herself, so she would see it through to the end.<br/><br/>When the bouncers were satisfied that she didn't have anything that could harm their boss, the first one led the way through the entrance. It wasn't as dark as Morgan had expected it to be, but the low lighting took some time to adjust to. There was music in the background that didn't seem to be any familiar tune, but the most exciting place seemed to be the bar. Vampires didn't require food and drink to survive, but many of them had a penchant for wine and other alcohols. Wine was imported from Plumere, since the tengu seemed to know how to farm and grow crops better than any human or supernatural creature. Onyxport paid a fair price for all the imports, but the majority of it seemed to go to the richest vampires. Morgan wasn't much of a drinker, but she was sure she'd be partaking in some alcoholic indulgence once this night was over.<br/><br/>She kept her arms close and her fingers open, suggesting that she was here for peace rather than violence. Some of the vampires turned to watch the human, and she could feel the red eyes threatening to pierce her, body and soul. She fought off the shudder as she followed the bouncer up a set of stairs and around a sharp corner. A closed door greeted them, and the bouncer stepped back to let Morgan through as he opened the door. She realized too late that she appeared a mess with her soaked coat and mussed hair. She normally laid her dark locks flat against her head and hid them with a bandanna, but now, several stray strands stuck to her cheeks and neck.<br/><br/>The Enforcer didn't take much time to appreciate the decor as she said, "I'm Second Lieutenant Morgan Rainlan. I'm not here to cause you trouble, ma'am. I just want to know if you're aware of the murder that occurred not far from here. Young woman, dark hair, probably same age as me. She was bitten by a vampire, and your... establishment was the closest gathering of vampires to the scene."