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Characters: Polly, Maladicta Disclaimer: The author makes no claim to owning the rights of anything to do with Terry Pratchett or Discworld. ¨
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They still didn’t know what to call each other. Polly felt that part of the problem was that she didn't really know what to call herself. She was still growing out her hair and she hadn't bothered with the socks, but she'd gotten a hold of a man’s uniform as soon as she'd been able to. "Sergeant" and "Corporal" worked well most of the time, but they probably weren't appropriate during the present situation. Not that Polly really knew what was appropriate during the present situation. She felt herself starting to blush. She was fairly sure that Ozzer would have done the same. Young lad, probably not used to this sort of thing although he had worked in an inn so maybe… not that he'd be expecting this from a fellow soldier… She forced herself to stop thinking and focus on what was in front of her. "I didn't know vampires… I mean, I always wondered if…" "There are vampire families," said Maladicta. "You see, Polly, when two vampires love each other very much…" She was Polly for the rest of the night. The vampire was Maladict, Maladicta, and, once, Corporal. Neither one of them knew who she’d be the next morning. |