As he sat back down on the mattress beside her, Paul also considered how casual the atmosphere in the room had suddenly become. It wasn’t cosy, just...casual. Like two friends who’d known each other for years, just sitting together, chilling out watching some formulaic crime show on TV, totally ambivalent to the fact they were both naked. The awkwardness and posturing between them had fallen by the wayside. Paul hadn’t really known what to expect when he impulsively accepted Marcy’s invitation to. " She tapped out the code on the proper buttons, and they all heard a musical chime. They saw the chamber door open and heard a voice from inside."Thank the gods, we did survive! I would not have bet on it. What? ... Who are you strange creatures?"Capt. Janson answered, "We are humans who have come to help you. My name is Bridget Janson. What is your name?" I am Junzie Alcolor. How is it that you can speak my language?" Junzie, please call me Bridget. We are not speaking your language. We have. We could see and hear sentries pacing back and forth, and I sent two men after the one on the left while George Reedy and I took the guard on our side. We watched our man march back toward the center of the little fort and quietly crept around the end of the low wall. I almost fell into a rifle pit, but we were both in place when the guard returned, his long musket on his shoulder, walking his post in the proper manner. When he passed me, I stepped out behind him and made a hissing sound. He. Suddenly a hush falls over the cheering vampire spectators. A lone figure steps forward, looking down at the girl. “Welcome witch,” he says, his voice booming around her. “I have waited for you to wake. You are my latest gifts, payment for services rendered to Ceedbeg and Peelbost.”“Yeah, yeah,” the girl mocks. “Blah, blah, blah. Can we just get this going?”“Oh, a brave, little witch,” Randomir says. “You will make a lovely addition to my coven.”“We’ll see about that,” she says.“Yes, we will,”.