FIRST DATE?

The vampiress Marchell led our way out of The Witch's Brew. As usual the throng of people crowding the floor, which had continued to grow during my meeting with The Bishop, parted before her like the Red Sea before Moses. I followed with the 2 male vamps, Tweedledum and Tweedledummer, bringing up the rear.
We exited into the cool spring night. Marchell spun to face me. "Where are you parked?" she asked.
I nodded down the street. "In the parKing garage over there, " I indicated.
"We'll escort you," she affirmed as we began to walk casually down Euclid Avenue. "Have you formulated any ideas on finding your werewolf?"
"Yeah, " I replied. "I figure Glore probably ran into his killer while researching your world. Most likely he haunts one of the places he listed in his log. I was going to start checking them out tomorrow."
"Sounds like a plan." agreed the vampiress. "But we can only offer you protection and assistance at night. Where shall we meet?"
"There's a food market he frequented on West 130th. Thought I'd start by checking that out."
I gave her the address and she nodded.
"Our people will meet you outside at 8 o'clock. "You'll need to take care during the day."
I thought werewolves only come out at night."
"They only take their wolf form at night. They operate like normal daylighters during the day. And you don't look bulletproof to me."
We reached the exterior door to the garage. Marchell turned to Tweedledum and Tweedledummer. "Go," she instructed. "I'll see to him from here."
Vampires have such a way with a phrase.
The 2 males nodded respectfully and melted into the night.
Marchell and I ascended the staircase, well lit I must say, and reached my floor. As we approached my vehicle I turned to Marchell, a big, toothy, monkey boy smile painted on my face. "Well, thanks for the escort. I guess 'til tomorrow night?"
"I'm going with you."
"Excuse me."
"Frazz,we can't protect you if we aren't with you; if we don't know where you are. So I'm coming with you.
"I don't think..."
"This is not a discussion, Frazz. "I'm coming with you."
I shook my head. I didn't know if this was such a good idea. The vamps didn't know yet were I was staying. Part of me, a goodly chunk in fact, liked it that way. Still. the thought of running into a prowling werewolf on my own was more than a little discomforting.
"Okay, " I conceded. I took out my handheld and directed it at my car. Both front doors sprung open. "Hop in."
As we climbed into my vehicle a thought struck me. Frazz? Was that a nickname. A term of affection. Was this a first date? What have I gotten myself into?