Q & A

"That's nothing," I lied."Just the tv.. I should have turned it off."
Then who is that behind you?" demanded Flurgre.
"Hey, Frazz, who's that?" came Marchell's voice from directly behind me. I turned and looked up.There stood the vampiress, directly behind me, looking over my shoulder. I closed my eyes and cursed the undead and their evil, silent stealth.
I turned back to my screen. I smiled.
"That's just Marchell," I replied lightly.
"A monkey girl? A human?" Flurgre's voice rose with every syllable. "Why is she butting into this conversation? Why in The name of the Great Jhoran does she know about you? Us? Are you insane?"
"Boy, that guy seems pretty.mad," chirped Marchell.
"She's not a monkey girl, " I tried to explain to Flurgre. "She's a vampire. Or vampiress actually. Female"
"Could you guys speak English? It's rude to talk behind a girl's back like this, you know?"
I turned to Marchell and switched to English. " This is Flurgre, our Project Co-ordinator. He's, ah, rather curious about you."
"Vampire?" puzzled Fuirgre. I could see him consulting a computer, no doubt checking the word."Vampire?" This time he nearly exploded. "An evil, undead creature of the night that feeds off the blood of the living?"
"Evil might be a little strong..."
"THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A VAMPIRE!"
"English, boys! PLEASE!" interrupted an ever increasingly exasperated Marchell. "Or German. French. Even Arabic or Mandarin. I'm good in each." Then, looking at my screen, "Why is he getting greener each second?"
'FRAZZI!"
"Let's do this in English, ok?. ' I suggested. "I do have a guest and she is in the middle of this."
Flurgre regained a measure of his composure. A small measure, anyway. "Very well," he conceded m English, "English."
"Thamk yiu, I nodded. "It seems humans are not the dominate life form..."
"Actually, they are," observed Marchell. "We'd be an unlife form."
"...the dominate intelligent inhabitants." I corrected. "She was stalking me when I found Glore.We fought, we talked, we made nice..."
"There's no such thing as a vampire," Flurgre insisted. Then he jumped back from the screen in surprise.
"Arragh," came a growl from behind me.I looked . Marchell was in full feral mode. Eyes glowing coal red, fangs bared and extended, claws out.
"She was able to identify Glore's murder as the work of werewolf."
"WEREWOLF? THERE'SNO SUCH THING AS A WEREWOLF!"