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Centuries of being a vampire on top years of the years trapped in a coffin and left with nothing but her own thoughts, had hardened Camilla. She had perfected the ability to hide her emotions. Well, all but anger when she was pushed to past her quick wit and sarcasm. Yet, none of this had prepared her for the emotional rollercoaster she had been on since meeting Laura. Everything had changed. It wasn’t easy but the more walls she placed up the more Laura found a way to knock them down. It was becoming a habit.
The both of them had been through so much together.
After Laura had been brought back to life, Carmilla suggested heading back to her mother’s old place and resting until they figured out what their next move would be. La Fontaine had also asked for them to at least stay there at least a few days so they could keep a close eye on Laura and check she was okay and hopefully not possessed by an evil spirit or harboring any psycho tendencies.
While Laura slept on the couch in the front room, Carmilla opened the fridge door hoping her blood stash would still be there. She flicked the lights on low and as she poured herself a drink, noticing it was nearly 3am in the morning. No wonder she was wide awake.
“Great.” She muttered to herself and headed back to the front room where she started looking through all the books left behind by her mother. Clearly they were all hers now right? So why not go through them? Sticking the TV on would just wake Laura up anyway.
The both of them had been through so much together.
After Laura had been brought back to life, Carmilla suggested heading back to her mother’s old place and resting until they figured out what their next move would be. La Fontaine had also asked for them to at least stay there at least a few days so they could keep a close eye on Laura and check she was okay and hopefully not possessed by an evil spirit or harboring any psycho tendencies.
While Laura slept on the couch in the front room, Carmilla opened the fridge door hoping her blood stash would still be there. She flicked the lights on low and as she poured herself a drink, noticing it was nearly 3am in the morning. No wonder she was wide awake.
“Great.” She muttered to herself and headed back to the front room where she started looking through all the books left behind by her mother. Clearly they were all hers now right? So why not go through them? Sticking the TV on would just wake Laura up anyway.
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Date: 2018-01-12 04:07 pm (UTC)From:It was a lot to take in and Perry concluded they were no further into discovering what was going on than when they first started. A bit of a mood killer but it didn’t stop the gang from hauling up downstairs and taking it in turns to research any book they could find which might help understand Laura’s condition. They would work all through the night if need be. LaF was that determined. It also meant someone to be on watch in case anything else happened to Laura.
Carmilla on the other hand, was determined to distract Laura and herself from thinking about what was going on and possibly blank out the memory of her friends seeing her naked. Of course the distraction came easy while Laura was wearing her clothes. With all that leather Carm could barely keep her hands of her.
The following morning all books were off the bed. Clothes were tossed either side and black thread was hanging from the headboard. Carmilla was curled up behind Laura, her arm across her stomach and head resting softly next to hers. Laura had one hand on top of Carms and the other on the pillow, sheets ruffled and pulled up around them.
It would have been perfect had it not been for the tranquiliser dart sticking out of Carm’s arm, a heart rate monitor on the end of Laura’s finger and several pads stuck to her face and chest. LaF had hooked the readings up to the laptop and was trying to monitor Laura’s heart and symptoms. The best way to do this is when Laura was asleep so they could get accurate readings but that meant sneaking and making sure Carmilla didn’t wake up. Best way to do that? Tranquiliser darts. For some reason Callis had a handy supply. No one seemed to question where she got them.
With Laura left monitoring overnight eventually the gang downstairs had all passed out. Perry asleep on LaF who had a laptop stuck wide open on the monitor screen, head hanging down. Callis by herself on the couch, book resting on her chest. And finally Kirch who was surrounded by empty packets of food and the odd thin book.
Carmilla groaned and lifted her hand up to nurse her head. She felt like she had been hit by a train or on the worst hangover of her life. She hadn’t felt it this much since the break-up with Laura where Mattie took her out for the night. She rolled back, away from Laura and collapsed onto the pillow. Curled black hair falling around her face. “What the…” Carm mumbled, eyes becoming wide as she noticed the dark in her arm.
“Laura…”, She shook her back, trying to wake her. “Laura, wake up.”