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“Aw come on, humour me.” Gaia had laughed. “Let’s just say you don’t have any choice but to pick one.”
“Hmmm…the vampires are the dead ones right?”
Gaia rolled her eyes. “Just choose.”
“And these werewolves…are those supposed to look like wolves or huge hairy motherfuckers?”
Gaia had dissolved into laughter at his question. “Oh my god, don’t you watch any movies?”
“Of a truth, I don’t get much time for movies. And even when I do, I wouldn’t waste my time on that shit.”
“The werewolves are wolves.”
“Then I’d rather be a werewolf. After all, I love wolves. Besides, who wants to be a walking corpse.”
“Typical,” Gaia muttered. “You said if you meet one, you’d interrogate them. “What would you want to ask say…a vampire if you came across one?”
“Hmmm… I’ll probably ask to see their teeth…”
“Fangs.” Gaia had corrected automatically.
“Yeah, whatever. Then I’ll probably ask them how many humans they’ve drained.”