Entering someone’s dreams without permission was usually something vampires did to torment or tease their victims. It was a trick used across most of the supernatural world but sometimes it was used for communication or pleasure. In any case, entering Laura’s dreams without her permission is something Mircalla knows she shouldn’t have done. However, natural curiosity struck and Laura was incoherent with pleasure to ask, not to mention Carmilla was the other side who more than likely wouldn’t allow it. Mircalla wanted to enter alone.
A part of her wicked humour wanted to see if she can pleasure Laura in her mind or at least show her how she was the better version of vampire Laura had just proposed to. Everything was a game to Mircalla and dreams always came with rules. Laura had met Carmilla’s ex, had been trapped in dreams and reliving others nightmares to the point Laura had become a more than an expert. And that was before she was turned. Mircalla had no idea that Carm had shown her everything in the past she wanted to see and how Laura could manipulate the dream world to bend to her whim.
Underestimating appeared to be Mircalla’s theme lately.
As the mind space began to take form, Mircalla watched the memories knit themselves together. Her breath caught in her throat at the site of Carmilla, looking perfect and clear but when it came to her she was nothing but alter egos and shadows of herself. The versions she saw stunned her to the point she wanted to shout. A few more seconds of seeing the predatory version of herself fragmented against a version of her with a goatee and Mircalla would have done. It was the children’s chants and broke the confusion and made her move.
Why was Laura being called a psycho? Why was she beating those boys? Mircalla could edit the dream but that would alert Laura to her presence. Turning away to look at the next set of memories, the Mircalla’s didn’t get any better. When the memory of Ell flashed in the office her heart sank and the next thing Mircalla knew she was standing next to a near identical version of herself.
The fact Carmilla was clear in the memories and Mircalla wasn’t, completely got under her skin. She thought hiding her presence might have been the best move but with a mixture of anger and jealously she raised her hand and made the double of her dissolve. Now taking control of her surroundings she shifted the memories away like a child throwing away building blocks and replaced everything around her. No memories. No, whatever the versions of her Mircalla couldn’t work out. Just one of her, standing in front of a fireplace in a large furnished Victorian hall.
“You want to play sweetheart, your move.” She spoke at the fire as she warmed her hands. Oh she was angry.
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A part of her wicked humour wanted to see if she can pleasure Laura in her mind or at least show her how she was the better version of vampire Laura had just proposed to. Everything was a game to Mircalla and dreams always came with rules. Laura had met Carmilla’s ex, had been trapped in dreams and reliving others nightmares to the point Laura had become a more than an expert. And that was before she was turned. Mircalla had no idea that Carm had shown her everything in the past she wanted to see and how Laura could manipulate the dream world to bend to her whim.
Underestimating appeared to be Mircalla’s theme lately.
As the mind space began to take form, Mircalla watched the memories knit themselves together. Her breath caught in her throat at the site of Carmilla, looking perfect and clear but when it came to her she was nothing but alter egos and shadows of herself. The versions she saw stunned her to the point she wanted to shout. A few more seconds of seeing the predatory version of herself fragmented against a version of her with a goatee and Mircalla would have done. It was the children’s chants and broke the confusion and made her move.
Why was Laura being called a psycho? Why was she beating those boys? Mircalla could edit the dream but that would alert Laura to her presence. Turning away to look at the next set of memories, the Mircalla’s didn’t get any better. When the memory of Ell flashed in the office her heart sank and the next thing Mircalla knew she was standing next to a near identical version of herself.
The fact Carmilla was clear in the memories and Mircalla wasn’t, completely got under her skin. She thought hiding her presence might have been the best move but with a mixture of anger and jealously she raised her hand and made the double of her dissolve. Now taking control of her surroundings she shifted the memories away like a child throwing away building blocks and replaced everything around her. No memories. No, whatever the versions of her Mircalla couldn’t work out. Just one of her, standing in front of a fireplace in a large furnished Victorian hall.
“You want to play sweetheart, your move.” She spoke at the fire as she warmed her hands. Oh she was angry.