Characters: Mal, OCs
Rating: D

Disclaimer: The author makes no claim to owning the rights of anything to do with Terry Pratchett or Discworld.

Such a Gift
by Amazon Syren

     Mal remembers the humans who came to her mother’s parties. She remembers watching the women, flushed with wine, trailing after the boys who offered them oranges and pomegranates.
     She remembers the one that Carmine brought to Mal’s bedroom: golden-haired like Polly, but with sky-blue eyes, her lips and fingers stained with pomegranate juice.
     “I promise I won’t get jealous,” Carmine had teased, as the girl sat, waiting, on the velvet window seat.
     “You’re sure you won’t share?”
     Carmine had stroked Mal’s cheek. “She’s for you, Lover. Happy birthday.”
     Mal had thanked her with more than a kiss, making love with her slowly, while the girl waited, the thrall on her making her want only what they wanted: Blood and sex and each other. When they’d finished, and the scent of sex hung heavy in the room, they had dressed each other.
     “Enjoy your present, Beloved,” Carmine had said and, with a kiss, had left them alone.
     Mal had gone to the girl by the window whose heart was racing in her breast, had taken her, every inch and every ounce, with her hands and her hungry mouth, and she’d yielded with sighs and gasps and pleas for more, offering her throat at last.
     Mal had taken that, too, drinking her hot blood eagerly, draining her until there was nothing left but a stained, empty shell, red as the rind of a pomegranate.
     Mal remembers all of this. Part of the story she won’t tell Polly, the story of her past.