As Laura slipped out from her arms Mircalla transformed herself back to the morning before she was murdered. She wondered if Carmilla had ever shown Laura that side of her. That side that screamed wide eyes and innocence. It was the side that made her feel weak which made the fantasy all the more enticing.
As the colour returned to her a skin and the sound of a heartbeat fluttered to her chest, Mircalla stood up wearing the white and black corseted dress she received on her twenty fourth birthday. It would be a nightmare to run in but that would add to the fun. It wasn’t until Laura said that a vampire would be too familiar that Mircalla’s expression fell to curiosity.
She had asked to be scared but in Mircalla’s true fashion she underestimated Laura and got more than she bargained for. Laura’s wicked smile mirrored Ell’s and she watched as the dress shaped and fell around Laura’s skin.
Now Mircalla started to feel her pulse quicken at the sight of the dark circuitry.
“What in the…what is this?” Placing a heartbeat in her chest was suddenly the wrong move as the simulation of it racing made her feel far too human for something she was not expecting. Using all the willpower she had Mircalla attempted to shift and change them from her favourite location on the rooftop and put them back into the grand hall they started. This also meant they were in the hall surrounded by dances that now posed as if frozen in time.
“It will take a lot more than that to scare me, Galadriel.” Mircalla smirked and held strong. Loving Laura’s attempt at trying to scare her although her fake heartbeat told a different story. “You wouldn’t.” She teased again, now noticing the circuitry-flowers spawn up from the ground like computerized vines. They curled under her dress, spreading higher and higher like a python squeezing it’s pray till Micalla couldn’t move.
It was enough of a distraction that as she tried to break herself free she noticed the crystal needles getting closer. “Do your worst.” She kept provoking Laura not wanting a second of weakness to show and when the needles were closer enough, she brought her hands up either side to stop the needles getting any closer.
And that’s where the fear kicked in. With all her strength she pushed back at the needles but nothing slowing them down. She refused to scream and tried to squirm away as best she could but the needles pierced into the side of her neck like knife slipping into butter. The white hot pain turned numb before a tingling sensation hit. That’s when Mircalla finally let out a scream.
She could something spreading along her neck, like plates being fused to her skin and just when she thought it was over another jap of needles hit above her breast. Out of shock when Mircalla looked down she saw tubes outside of the needles breaking free and attaching themselves to her skin.
In a last attempt to overpower Laura she tried to shift the dream but nothing happened. When she bought her hands up to push back at Laura’s arm the colour was drained from her skin, the heart beat at flat lined and Mircalla was left torn between helpless and scared. Everything she had asked for.
“And if I refuse?” Empty words considering how her voice already had a trace of fear.
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Date: 2018-02-08 01:44 pm (UTC)From:As the colour returned to her a skin and the sound of a heartbeat fluttered to her chest, Mircalla stood up wearing the white and black corseted dress she received on her twenty fourth birthday. It would be a nightmare to run in but that would add to the fun. It wasn’t until Laura said that a vampire would be too familiar that Mircalla’s expression fell to curiosity.
She had asked to be scared but in Mircalla’s true fashion she underestimated Laura and got more than she bargained for. Laura’s wicked smile mirrored Ell’s and she watched as the dress shaped and fell around Laura’s skin.
Now Mircalla started to feel her pulse quicken at the sight of the dark circuitry.
“What in the…what is this?” Placing a heartbeat in her chest was suddenly the wrong move as the simulation of it racing made her feel far too human for something she was not expecting. Using all the willpower she had Mircalla attempted to shift and change them from her favourite location on the rooftop and put them back into the grand hall they started. This also meant they were in the hall surrounded by dances that now posed as if frozen in time.
“It will take a lot more than that to scare me, Galadriel.” Mircalla smirked and held strong. Loving Laura’s attempt at trying to scare her although her fake heartbeat told a different story. “You wouldn’t.” She teased again, now noticing the circuitry-flowers spawn up from the ground like computerized vines. They curled under her dress, spreading higher and higher like a python squeezing it’s pray till Micalla couldn’t move.
It was enough of a distraction that as she tried to break herself free she noticed the crystal needles getting closer. “Do your worst.” She kept provoking Laura not wanting a second of weakness to show and when the needles were closer enough, she brought her hands up either side to stop the needles getting any closer.
And that’s where the fear kicked in. With all her strength she pushed back at the needles but nothing slowing them down. She refused to scream and tried to squirm away as best she could but the needles pierced into the side of her neck like knife slipping into butter. The white hot pain turned numb before a tingling sensation hit. That’s when Mircalla finally let out a scream.
She could something spreading along her neck, like plates being fused to her skin and just when she thought it was over another jap of needles hit above her breast. Out of shock when Mircalla looked down she saw tubes outside of the needles breaking free and attaching themselves to her skin.
In a last attempt to overpower Laura she tried to shift the dream but nothing happened. When she bought her hands up to push back at Laura’s arm the colour was drained from her skin, the heart beat at flat lined and Mircalla was left torn between helpless and scared. Everything she had asked for.
“And if I refuse?” Empty words considering how her voice already had a trace of fear.