B and E [Harmony]

[Dawn Roseburn]

This investigation was taking too long for the Queen of the Lycan’s taste. The act of finding a single lycan in a vampire coven shouldn’t be taking this long, but everywhere she had looked so far had all ended up with the same conclusion; Quentin had vanished into thin air. Don’t misunderstand; Dawn believed in many things such as the Lady Luna who controlled the lycan change during the full moon and who also granted life to the Earth. She believed in the power witches held and had seen it firsthand. But no amount of power or witch craft could cause someone to vanish into nothing. There was always some trace of the even, a lingering aura of the magic hanging in the air. Quentin’s disappearance was far too suspicious for Dawn to chalk up to him having just run away like a little teenager who didn’t get what they wanted from their parents.

Taking a deep breath in, she quickly changed into skinny jeans, boots, and a simple purple shirt with a leather jacket thrown over it for added warmth. Luna, she missed the heat of the Island. She missed the humidity and the smell of flowers lingering in the air despite being nowhere near a garden. Most of all, she missed the scent of Vaan dusted over her skin. He could still be smelled on her, they were mates after all, but it wasn’t as strong as it had been days ago when she had first arrived at the mansion. However, with her being pregnant there was no chance of her losing his scent all together. Any vampire or werewolf could easily pick up on the changing hormones along with the King’s scent.

Opening the bedroom door, Dawn knew what she had to do. It was time to snoop through Quentin’s room. Maybe he had left something behind to give her a clue as to his location. It wasn’t much to go on, but she had to start somewhere. As she walked down the halls, her sharp nose picked up on the smell of blood seeping from the rooms she passed by. It seemed the vampires were waking up to a fresh meal. Blood didn’t disturb her, the taste of fresh meat wasn’t something new to the Queen, but vampires annoyed her. They gave supernatural creatures bad reputations were being uncaring and nasty creatures.

It was easy to locate the ambassador’s room. His scent still lingered around the door but it was weeks old. It reminded her of home but with a touch of metal to it, likely from rare meat he ate to be polite to his host. Reaching up, she attempted to turn the handle only to find it oddly locked. Pursing her lips, Dawn hoped she remembered how to pick a lock. There was no time like the present to find out, she though while kneeling in front of the door after removing a bobby pin from her hair. Bending it slightly, she slipped it into the lock before taking out another bobby pin and doing the same.

Her ears were able to pick up on the tumblers in the lock clicking into place while she jiggled the bobby pins. As the last one was nudged into place, Dawn’s hand reached up and once more turned the handle finding it would turn this time. Feeling very smug with herself, she rose up to her full height plus some do to her heels and stepped into the room without closing the door. It had been a very long time since she had been forced to control her usual routine of breaking down a door to enter a room. The mansion wasn’t her home so it was best she held back on how strong she truly was until the time came she might need to display it.

Dawn stood in the doorway for a moment while she allowed her nose and eyes survey the room. Everything was very neat and orderly…something Quentin wasn’t. The he-wolf appeared well put together but back on the island his wife always complained about his disaster of a room. Something was off here.

[Harmony Ferguson]

Harmony was walking the halls of the mansion after her meal. She had to make sure she was constantly fed. Devon relied upon her eating regularly in order to feed without weakening Harmony too much. And then there was the army of vitamins she took to ensure that she stay healthy. She lost a lot of blood in the coarse of a week being a blood slave. She hated every minute of it. She hated having her blood taken from her, but at least with Devon it was pleasurable. He was the only one who made it feel good though. All others who fed from her hurt her. And most of them didn't even try to make it better. She shuddered at the thought and rubbed at her freshest mark on her collar.

Harmony was dressed in a simple blue t-shirt with a pair of ratty jeans. She didn't see much of a point in getting dressed up all nice and prim and proper. She loved being girly and putting on make up and pretty dresses and wearing sexy clothes, but there wasn't a point in all of that when Devon kept her locked away on the castle grounds. She had a little bit of pale purple eyeshadow on, but that was the extent of her make-up today. Her wild blond hair was thrown up in a clip. She stopped when she saw that Quentin's door was slightly ajar.

A frown crossed Harmony's face. That was odd. His room has been locked up since his disappearance. She had heard that the Queen of the Lycans was here investigating the ambassador's disappearance, but no body had unlocked the room for her as far as Harmony knew. She looked around, wondering who had unlocked the door before she gently poked her head in, spotting the perpetrator. "Excuse me, Ma'am... did you need something?" She asked gently. As far as Harmony knew, no one was allowed into this room.

There were plenty of rumors about the fact that Tristan had killed the Lycan ambassador. Everybody suspected as much. Tristan hates other species, Lycans even more than any other species. She didn't rumors to tell her what happened. She had no doubt that Tristan killed him

[Dawn Roseburn]

Everywhere her eyes landed in the room, Dawn picked up the clean scent of Febreeze. Narrowing her eyes into little slits, she stepped farther into the room while pursing her lips. Her footsteps barely made a sound as they fell over the carpeted floor. In truth, she wanted to get in and out of the room as fast as possible. There was no telling what sort of trouble might come at her for ‘trespassing’. Then again, maybe she was just being paranoid. There was no strict guidelines when it came to vampires. At least back on the island she knew the ins and outs of the lycan court. Of course, she’d tangled with vampires before both here and back home.

Walking over to the desk, Dawn skimmed over the papers laying on it in neat little stacks. There were proposals from the vampire councils on new laws, a couple of papers on the spending’s of the coven, and what appeared to be a bank statement. Not finding anything of importance, she began to open drawers and skim through their contents, but as she reached for another one to open, her hand stopped.

A new scent drifted in from the hallway, pulling her out of her thoughts. Human. Calcium…extra tablets in her diet? Iron from her blood but also stronger from other tablets maybe. There was also that distinct something that gave a woman away in comparison to a male which twisted around the woman’s personal scent which reminded Dawn of sweet melons ripping in the summer sun. Turning on her heels at the new scent, the Lycan Queen’s eyes lit up turning from their usual dark brown to an amber color. It was a giveaway her wolf was peering out from behind her human eyes.

The woman who stood in the door was not what Dawn had expected from a blood slave. To call this woman plain would to have looked at the moon during it’s full stage and called it boring. This woman didn’t command your attention but seemed to ask for it in a polite whisper much like Lord Richard’s mother had. “I was hoping my search would go without a hitch. Seems life can’t be that easy.” Closing the drawers to put the room back in order, she kept a close eye on the woman just to be on the safe side. Trust was something the Queen didn’t give easily. “I was hoping to find what Quentin had been up to lately.”

[Harmony Ferguson]

Harmony was not very intimidating looking. People failed to realize just how deceiving looks could be. Harmony still made a point to work out. She was no match against Lycans and Vampires in hand to hand alone, but she still did her hand to hand routine to help keep her in shape.

Harmony nodded her head at the woman's explanation. "Well I doubt you would find the answer in here." She said calmly, looking around the room thoughtfully. She knew it wasn't Quentin in here. His servants were always complaining about the mess he made and how they had to wait for him to make day long tips to get any real work done. This clean, spotless -with the exception of the dust coating the surface of everything- was not what Quentin was known for. "Tristan has no doubt taken care of any incriminating or suspicious evidence." She looked back to Dawn after a moment. The sad thing was that Harmony knew that was more true than most realized. Tristan was no idiot. He had the power to make anything suspicious disappear, and if he really did get rid of Quentin, then he would do that.

What Harmony didn't understand was that she thought Tristan wanted a war with the Lycans. Making Quentine "disappear" wasn't an act of war unless the Lycans could prove it. "You are Queen Niall then?" She asked gently, studying the woman. She had heard the girls who were taking care of Dawn talk about her. There were rumors that the woman was pregnant. Harmony hadn't really cared if she met the queen at first, but the more she heard about all the things going around here, the more the blood slave became curious.

[Dawn Roseburn]

To make an ambassador disappear was no easy trick. For a Vampire Master, it should have been even harder if the lycan was smart. It worried Dawn. If someone wanted a war to break out, why now? Quentin had been a part of the vampire coven as ambassador for years. There was plenty of room for Tristan to be involved, but at the same time, the Queen doubted it. Or at least she would pretend to doubt it until she had evidence something or someone had taken/harmed/killed Quentin. Then, Luna have mercy on them, because she would not. Dawn was every bit the fighter as she had been while being Captain as she was in her new position as Queen.

Harmony was correct. If there was any prove of foul play, it would have been cleaned from the room by then. However, she had an ace up her sleeve. “You might be surprised what you can find when you know the being better than others think they do.” As she spoke, Dawn kneeled down by Quentin’s bed and peeked under it by flipping up the bed skirt. Her eyes glowed still as her lycan continued to watch from deep within her mind for the time being. This was not the moment for brute strength, she needed her brains about her. Reaching a hand under, her fingers skimmed the underside of the bed trying to locate the item she knew should still be there. Quentin had been old fashion. He used his laptop to type up meeting reports to email to Vaan, but he still kept a journal of his personal thoughts of the events. At that thought, her fingers brushed against a leather bound book which was hidden between two boards of the bed. A smug smile filled the Queen’s lips easing the journal out from its hiding place.

Standing back up to her full height, plus some from the heels, Dawn held the journal in her hands while looking over at Harmony. It did not amaze her that the woman knew she was, many of the slaves at the mansion would be sure to know who was who to prevent themselves from stepping out of line. Dawn’s face was a new one. Likely the news of her arrival had already spread around the coven within the day she had stepped in. “I am.” Nodding her head, she was slightly curious as to what the woman would do. Dawn was feared among her own kind…well at least around the palace guards. “But you have me at a disadvantage. You know me, but I do not know you.” There was no threat to her voice, just a warm invite to state who she was.

[Harmony Ferguson]

Harmony watched the woman curiously as she knelt down by the bed. Her words rang through harmony's mind as she watched the queen pull out Quentin's journal. harmony nodded her head softly. She hoped the journal would answer many of the questions that were floating around about the ambassador's disappearance. Harmony missed having Quentin around. he was one of the few people who actually treated her the way she deserved to be treated. Devon did the best he could, but there were still times where he had to be harmony's master instead of her lover.

Although she figured a lot of the way Quentin treated her had to do with the fact that there were no slaves among the happy, willing workers.then again...harmony had to be willing to create the blood slave bond.that willingness was for protection though. the way she saw it then, there could have been far worse vampires who would have bought her. if someone like Tristan had snapped her up at the slave trade she more than likely wouldn't be alive right now. she was very thankful that it was Devon who bought her instead of someone like Tristan... or worse... Eden. and inward shudder raced over her body at the thought. Eden scared her worse than Tristan sometimes. harmony did her best to show that she wasn't scared, but when she slapped Harmony around, Harmony started to get nervous. Eden could easily kill Harmony at the single twitch of a finger, and Harmony was completely vulnerable to that since she couldn't carry her weapons around on her like when she was a hunter.

She looked from the journal to Dawn's face at her words. "Yes, well, I'm afraid that is a common occurrence with the slaves. We know just about everything before everyone else. " She smiled jokingly before she shifted. "I'm sorry for my rudeness. I'm Harmony." She said gently, bowing a little in respect for her position as queen. Harmony felt that her... job around the mansion was already obvious from the markings on her neck. Devon had a preference for drinking from the inside of the thigh, but whenever they were sleeping together, he usually got a few bites to the neck in as well

(I'm so sorry my posts are short )