countess_karnstein | What Time Is It? lauronica

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What Time Is It? lauronica_mars

Years had passed since the events at Silas University. Since the mansion and the unforgeable encounter with Elle and the bunch of restless spirits. Thankfully, since the destruction of the left over eggs from the Angler Fish God life had finally become normal. Well, normal in the world of Carmilla and Laura wasn’t your usual definition. Carmilla was a vampire and finally had her PHD in philosophy. LaF and Perry’s business had exploded and grown to chains all across the world. They even bought an apartment near Laura and Carm’s for when they were in town and could visit. Carm swore Laura pretty much spoke to them every day anyway. Her and her friends were inseparable at times. At first Carm found that annoying but over the years she’d come to respect how there for one another they were. Sometimes it even reminded Carm of a time her and Mattie were so close.

She got back to the apartment before Laura. This time carrying another box of colourful fan mail, thankfully smaller than the one from yesterday. Laura’s reporting had finally paid off and after her blog and videos exploded over the internet a lot of people stepped forward with strange or supernatural occurrences around the world. It meant the two of them got to travel, help people which Laura loved to do and her reporting was as popular than ever. Even Carm got fan mail which weirded her out from time to time. At least in all this between them, LaF and Perry none of the small success had gone to their heads.

After placing the box on the kitchen counter Carm poured herself a glass of synthetic blood. LaF and Perry supplied them free of charge which was another thing Carm could never complain about. She took a sip standing in front of the five year plan board which was now mounted on the living room wall. The laptop was still out from some recording Laura had done in the morning. Carm pulled her long now straight hair back and into a high ponytail collapsed on the couch. The clock read 23:06. By vampire time this was way too early to be up.

There was a groan followed by a blanket being pulled down over her. Her hand only escaped to turn on the TV to the horror channel. Obviously Carm’s favorite.

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"Oh, poor Carm. Unable to do anything unless I forget to say Freeze." The faux-sympathy dropped from Laura's lips as she kissed down Mircalla's spine before harshly raking her nails down it. Harder than she'd want to - but just a splash of pain she thought would really get Mircalla going.

"And this is working for both of you isn't it. As long as you freeze." Laura stepped between the two vampires, pinching opposite nipples on each of them so each would get both the pinch and the echo from the other one.

"But both of you have a big problem as long as I keep saying freeze." Laura gently slid one hand between each of their legs. "It's that while I keep you two helpless with the word freeze neither of you can cum no matter how aroused you are. And you two can freeze while I see what vibrators you keep here." As she was talking Laura slowly trailed her finger up between each of their legs, seeing how wet they both were and demonstrating just how helpless they were, ending with her fingertips presiing down on their clits, not turning away quite yet.

Edited 2018-01-27 22:22 (UTC)

Mircalla loved the pain. The nails raked shivers of painful bliss down her spine and she gasped with pleasure. Carmilla able to feel its shadow and unable to arch her back to the touch. Just feeling the whispers of Laura’s kisses on Mircalla’s back was another push over the edge.

Laura’s dominance was destroying the two of them in the all the worst and best ways. Both hating her touch the other, both hating being called helpless but loving this far too much for it to stop.

Linked by her words, when Laura touched them at the same time it was over powering. Far more intense, as if the ripple was causing multiple echoes between them. Both Carm and Mircalla moaned out loud. Mircalla wanting Laura to focus on her, if only to drive Carm over the edge. She struggled against Laura’s control but nothing happened. No amount of fighting would break that power.

She locked eyes with Carmilla at the mention of vibrators. Barely a moment of shocked expression between them before Laura’s hand hit home and the two of them internally writhed with desire.

Carmilla wasn’t sure how much more she could take without screaming for Laura to fuck her, preferable in front of Mircalla and letting her feel that but not join in. Mircalla was clearly thinking just the same. The sexual jealous between with was pushing to dangerous levels.

"You're such beautiful playthings, writhing like this while I say freeze." Laura continued tormenting the two of them with her fingertips. "But I said vibrators for the two of you and I meant freeze." Her smile was wicked.

"Bad girl, I wouldn't put a vibrator from a strange dungeon into you without freeze or disinfectant. So you get the hitachi magic wand, with you holding it in place and unable to take it away while I say freeze."

She smirked as she left Carmilla to anticipate and walked to the corner of the room. "And as for you, good girl? This is your dungeon so freeze shouldn't be a problem. But you can guess what I'm dragging over and positioning between your legs very carefully while you freeze." Carmilla of course could see past Mircalla to the Sybian.

Laura positioned her hands on Mircalla's hips. "Kneel! Freeze!" Both vampires would instinctively obey, with Laura being very careful as she positioned the vibrator and guided her.

Both went to growl at being called a plaything but only longing groans of pleasure came from the two of them. Sometimes their tone wavering in height the closer they were teased to their edge.

Carmilla frozen, wet and throbbing for Laura’s fingers to keep touching her was now so wet she could barely feel anything between her legs apart from the pent up coiled spring of an orgasm unable able to let go. She whimpered so weak it was a plead. Begging Laura to come back and not caring if Mircalla heard how desperate it sounded.

But Mircalla couldn’t do anything. She obeyed Laura’s command and did exactly as she said. Positioning herself in Carmilla’s eye line and welcoming the hands of Laura on her hips. She had no idea Laura had this in her. She craved to see how far Laura could go. Maybe she was more like Ell than she thought…maybe she was worse.

At the words kneel Mircalla felt Laura guide her and moaned loudly with as she mounted the sybian. She was dripping wet which made the penetration slid effortlessly. Had she have been able to move she would have got Laura behind her to play, getting them to ride together. But until she could move freely again, knowing Carmilla was watching was satisfying enough.

With a wicked smirk Laura turned the Sybian on full power before 'noticing' her mistake with over the top insincerity. "Ooops." And she dialled it down a little, but only a little. "Good job I noticed because you're helpless while I keep saying Freeze." And Laura grunted as she turned the Sybian, Mircalla and all about forty-five degrees.

"And you, bad girl." Laura kissed Carm lightly on the lips as she turned her round so she was only partly facing Mircalla and again mirroring her, the two vampires in the corner of each other's eyes. "Freeze and hold this." Laura placed the magic wand into Carm's hand and positioned the head over her clit before turning it on, again to medium high. Another light kiss for her Carm - but that too was a form of torture.

"And right now there are only two ways my playthings can cum while I say freeze." Laura was moving what looked like a heavy chair into position. "First is if they are so aroused they don't even understand the word freeze. Second is if when I cum I cum hard enough to forget to say freeze."

Laura sat in the chair, one leg over each arm to leave herself obscenely spread open for the two vampires to watch and having positioned them so their heads were at the right level and facing the right way. "The more I hear from my playthings the more aroused I'll get. And the more likely I'll cum too hard to remember to say freeze." Of course the magic wand and the sybian were busy demolishing the two vampires and Laura was running like a river and not going to last long herself.

Just when they didn’t think Laura could push this any further. Both vampires became painfully aware of one another out the corner of their eyes. Mircalla tried to look at Carm but as soon as Laura positioned herself on the chair all attention became fiercely directly on her. Both wanting to be the one the one that makes Laura cum in front of the other.

Carm continued to fight against being frozen. Still unable to bite her lip and stop the loud moans which were currently getting higher. What made it worse were the echoes of Mircalla’s penetration and pleasure pulsing through her from across the room. Both of the vampires were being destroyed and dripping close to climax.

Mircalla was also desperate to move but instead she refused to fight it. Her clit being teased faintly through the connection to Carmilla’s and her wand which was just enough to help push her further. Those bursts stacked up and just added to her penetration which even not at full power, was driving her crazy. And with Laura now exposed in front of her it just made matters worse. Mircalla closed her eyes, imagining all the things she would do to Laura the second she became free. How she could get the slowest revenge. That and getting off on Carmilla being forced to watch was all she needed to feel those crippling waves of ecstasy.

Like a race, they must have been seconds apart but Mircalla got there first. The walls of her insides contracted and twitched as she came with complete bliss. It was loud enough that Mircalla had to close her eyes as she exploded past being coherent. The sounds of Carmilla cuming also helped to drown out Laura’s orders and that’s when she felt she felt the release. She must have missed Laura’s command because finally she able to move.

She could have stayed there for a long time, still riding wave after wave that was hitting her but the frustration Laura given couldn’t go unpunished. With unnatural speed she went to one of the draws not so far from Laura and within seconds, gagged her from behind the chair. She might still be weak at the knees and gasping for breath but Mircalla gently for her, pulled back Laura’s hair and forced her to look up. “Did you really believe you were going to get away with that?” Of course Laura couldn’t answer, not without trying to break out of Mircalla’s grasp.

It didn't matter whether or not they missed any final order because Laura's final order hadn't been to freeze. Mircalla being incoherent enough to cum had been enough to push Laura over the edge, and as she came instead of anything to do with freezing she screamed one word. "Cum!" Which would, of course hit Carmilla like a freight train even if Mircalla was too far gone to process it.

And she'd have liked time to enjoy the afterglow; even without the vibrators and the torment she'd put the vampires through that had been a pretty intense orgasm, which is why she wasn't paying attention when Mircalla moved.

Instead she just looked up with wide eyes, just blinking at Mircalla. Hardly the first time she'd had super-speed used against her. And of course she didn't try to either break free or answer with the gag in her mouth.

She was weak at the knees, still throbbing but refusing to let Laura remove the gag. Not that she was fighting Mircalla anyway.

Carmilla had already came seconds after Mircalla but at the word of Laura was hit again. This time so hard when the ability to move came back she buckled to the floor, nailed digging into the wood. It didn’t help the two watched Laura make herself come. Both itched to be that vampire that made her scream.

When she finally got to her feet. Carm walked over and straddled Laura. Mircalla still kept her head pinned back and staring into her eyes long enough for Carm to get in place. It was strange to see Mircalla was helping Carm but at the moment she couldn’t think about that. Pinning her legs with her own body and not allowing Laura’s to close she brought the wand between the two of them and placed it right on the hood of Laura’s clit, denying her a that afterglow. Her other hand grabbed onto the top helping her to grind and move against her.

Mircalla let go of Laura’s head and slowly raked her nailed down her chest. She stayed behind the chair watching Carmilla but more importantly pinching Laura’s breasts just has hard as Laura had hers. “I wonder which one of us can make her cum the loudest?” Mircalla challenged, watching Carmilla flash a glance at her which she took to be challenge accepted.

Fighting Carmilla directly physically was silly, never mind fighting both vampires. Even if they were both too impolite to let her enjoy the afterglow a little. But there was one way to show this was if not fine with her something she at least consented to. And that was to bury her hands in Camilla's hair - and moan as the magic wand was placed against her clit, grinding forward for more contact.

The suggestion of a competition was met with another moan from Laura and a shiver. The two of them had turned the tables on her and this was going to be intense. Of course the answer was obvious to her - it depended how much her Carmilla chise to help Mircalla. Calla was incredibly sexy but she wasn't actually Carmilla.

Mircalla stopped teasing when Laura moaned. She didn’t want to help Carmilla in any way as she was determined she could make Laura moan the loudest. Instead she watched, internally mocking Carm for not making some of the moves she would make. Yet also getting off on Laura’s reaction to Carm’s touch.

Now realising Mircalla was gone, Carm took her hand away only briefly to let Laura out of the gag. That was Mircalla’s choice, not hers and with Carm feeling like this she didn’t care if Laura froze her again. She just wanted to kiss her.

A hand curled into the back of Laura’s hair, twisting her in for a love overdue and extremely heated kiss. She still kept Laura pinned the other hand not using the wand anymore but using her fingers to make things more personal.

Mircalla now amused at Carm’s lack of toys.

And Laura melted into Carm's kiss, moaning loudly into Carmilla's mouth even as she drew her lover close with her arms and ground her hips into her lover's hands. Knowing who she belonged to and who belonged to her, and enjoying Carmilla taking her right now even as she left a huge mess on the chair.

Mircalla might be amused at the lack of toys, but there was no doubt that Laura's moan into Carm's kiss was pretty loud. And Laura knew how she preferred things, and why she'd been using her hands most of the time. And so did Carmilla.

Mircalla continued to watch, constantly smirking as Carm posed barely a challenge to her. Silently moving over to the other side of the room she tilted the video camera to catch the best angles possible of the show. And what a show it was. With a wicked smile spreading across her lips she zoomed in, knowing full well Ell could watch this later. Unfortunately, she had forgotten that the camera was recording the whole time the three of them were in the room, including the events of earlier when Laura had the vampires frozen. Something no double Ell would love to see.

She continued to watched the two of them half on the video half looking up over the top of the screen. Their bodies always closing any gaps between them and grinding perfectly against one another. Mircalla was undeniably jealous. She also was still mad Carmilla had taken off the gag but was impressed Laura hadn’t commanded anything of her. Instead she watched her mouth explore her doubles body while nearly growling that it wasn’t her in Carmilla’s place.

Carm whispered in her loves ear something that Mircalla wasn’t meant to hear and slowly placed kisses down her chest. With her mouth moving to Laura’s breast she let her fangs pierce slowly pierce nipple, drawing blood and sucking just enough to make Laura whimper only for her. Carmilla craved the sounds she made, those noises that reminded her this was where she belongs. Every moan added to making herself wetter than she thought possible and when the moment felt right, she descended until her mouth found Laura’s clit and her tongue worked to destroyed any build up her love had left.

Mircalla couldn’t take it anymore. When Carm had finished was determined to catch Laura before she had a chance to calm down. Only as Carm was forced to slip away, Mircalla softly tugged her out of the chair and back towards the sybian. Her touch was different to usual, softer. She stole a kiss and when they reached the saddle, Mircalla slipped behind her. Of course she wanted Laura pinned to her chest. Mircalla loved teasing her nipples and pinching them only when she felt Laura had been good enough to deserve it. “So beautiful.” She pinched both of Laura’s nipples, wondering if she could feel how hard Mircalla’s were craving attention.

Like putty in her hands, she waited till Laura groaned and Mircalla playfully bit at her shoulder which then moved to bite to the neck. Nothing hard yet, she was being a good girl for the time being…

A few moments of torment later, Mircalla let a hand slip down to part Laura’s legs and guided her onto the saddle. The setting still high enough to drive anyone crazy, Mircalla baiting Laura to lose control not for her but with her.

Laura had always been enthusiastic and believed in giving feedback both vocally and through her body. And Laura was also a storyteller, with the biggest moan coming when Carmilla whispered something in her ear and her eyes widened and whole body arched. Even louder than when she came, although that was pretty loud.

Laura of course noticed the switch and noticed that Mircalla was being subtle. And she was almost as much putty in Mircalla's hands as Carm's, but there was a very very faint tension there; she knew that Mircalla might switch to being rough at some point. Of course Mircalla was learning just how responsive to touches Laura was; Ell almost never let herself writhe like this. And for all Mircalla wasn't getting moans that were as loud as Carmilla had they were pretty loud.

And then Laura was pushed onto the Sybian and all the breath left her body in one gasp. Unfortunately for Mircalla a gasp wasn't a moan. And the cry as Laura was pushed inevitably over the edge by the Sybian wasn't as loud as when Carmilla had made her cum.

As she started to come back to herself gasping her eyes widened; Mircalla hadn't even turned it down. "You're going to break me with this? Oh God..." Laura shuddered, already feeling the next orgasm approaching. But she met Mircalla's eyes and reached down, turning the Sybian up to maximum before the second orgasm tore her apart with a soft cry, one hand held out to Carmilla. Carm would know that she just wanted that bit of contact, fingers interlaced for preference or her hand held. No more than that for reassurance as the Sybian and anything else Calla did drove her completely out of her mind until her eyes rolled back into her head.

“That’s the idea.” Mircalla smirked and kept with her. Breasts pushed into Laura’s back and with every arch back she made, Mircalla teased in every way possible. In moments she reached her hand between her legs, letting her fingers add to obliterating any control Laura had left. In others Mircalla pinched at her nipples, pulling back and claiming her with every moan. The pleasure that came from Mircalla’s lips were like purrs that fed entirely off how heated Laura became. At the point of climax, just when she felt the shudder of Laura losing anything she had left, Mircalla wrapped her arms around Laura’s waist, closed her eyes and let her fall.

She could hear Laura’s heart hammering in her chest, feel her skin heated compared to the vampires. It only baited Mircalla further. Her fangs slid into her mouth and while Laura was in a daze, Mircalla used a single finger to tilt Laura’s head to the side and pierced a vampires kiss into her throat.

Carmilla watched from the bed. Laura’s moans still driving her crazy even if she wasn’t the one who was causing her to make them. She watched Mircalla’s hips grind and move with Laura’s until the room filled with her pleasure. Laura must have known exactly where Carm had been because when she reached out towards her, Carm instinctively used her speed and laced their fingers together. Showing her she was there.

Mircalla didn’t notice Carm was there until she had finished feeding. Blood stained lines down the side of her mouth and completely intoxicated. She looked directly at Carm from over Laura’s shoulder, no words were needed as Carm could read the smug look across her doubles face.

“There’s something about having her helpless in my arms.” Mircalla kissed the two puncture wounds and nipped at Laura’s ear. “Ready for round two?”

Laura cried out as she came, the orgasm tearing through her, and her grip on Carmilla's hand holding her even as Mircalla bit her. Again a cry - but again more air than noise.

And she came back to herself, panting, writhing, and knowing she'd been bitten even if she'd barely felt it. Helpless in the arms of her love's double and holding the hand of her love.

Her voice however was a soft moan as she was nipped. "If you don't believe in afterglow..." And Calla hadn't turned the device tormenting between her legs down. "Bring. It. On." Backing down from Calla would get her precisely nowhere of course. She'd prefer afterglow and taking her time - but there was something to be said for hard. And of course she was already rapidly approaching the edge thanks to the Sybian, with less of her to come back each time until she was given some respite.

This time Carm wouldn’t let Mircalla have all the fun. Laura might be writhing in pleasure, trapped in Mircalla’s arms but Carm’s is where she belonged. She positioned herself in front of Laura, between her legs and unlinked their fingers only to place Laura’s hand on her waist, showing her she was there. Both her hands ran up into Ell’s hair and pulled her into a kiss.

Mircalla, enjoying Laura being trapped between their naked bodies, deliberately pushed her hips into the back of Laura’s. Harder this time and forcing her to grind along with her. Carmilla was proving to be a great distraction. Mircalla’s hands then slipped down between Laura’s legs and worked, faster this time at pushing Laura’s limits.

While Carmilla was fully aware what was going on she couldn’t break that kiss. As soon as their lips parted their tongues danced, longing to explore one another as if it was the first time. By the way Carm kissed her, it was clear she was incredibly horny. When she noticed Mircalla’s hands move Carm took the opportunity to lift Laura’s legs, angling her for more depth as the vibrations ripped through her.

In a rhythm Carm raised her Laura’s legs higher at times, pushing her back against Mircalla who was more than happy to support her weight and lower to hit a different spot in side her. Perfect for driving her insane. With every push of her legs Carm kept her face next to Laura’s, sometimes kissing her neck, sometimes playfully biting at her shoulder. She left her own neck exposed should Laura need to bite down if she lost control.

And Laura was basically gone. Her arms wrapped round Carmilla she returned Carmilla's kisses hungrily, positioned by Mircalla, and writhing between the two vampires as the Sybian destroyed her. Her next orgasm tore through her, causing her to throw her head back and cry out again in pleasure.

As she started to come down, panting, she realised that the vampires weren't letting her off the sybian and it was already starting to drive her to her next orgasm, with her almost being overstimulated already. Also she wasn't sure her legs could have supported her if she'd tried. With Carmilla she might have begged for mercy, Carm knowing well that Laura begging was not at all the same as Laura giving a safe word. But she didn't actually know Mircalla well enough for that sort of game.

Without the safe word both vampires kept her pinned between them. The more Laura came the more it fed into their lust. Mircalla refused to let Laura free until she was unable to walk, a punishment for making her freeze, and Carmilla who wanted nothing more than to see Laura in a state beyond absolute bliss.

Carm let Laura keep her wrapped around her, breaking their kisses only to smirk as Laura was now making those noises she loved directly in her ear. Her nails digging slightly into her loves back. Laura was either going to be stay here riding each wave having Mircalla pin her down until she passes out with pleasure, or she was going to use her safe word. The vampires wouldn’t stop otherwise.

And the waves were hitting Laura hard and fast, eventually with each one hitting before the last one ended in what felt like one continuous orgasm. And there was only so much her body could take of that, regenerative abilities or no; her ability to heal might not have been an asset as it prevented her losing consciousness.

But eventually her eyes rolled up in her head and she collapsed.

Carm caught the weight of the collapse only because their arms were around one another, much to Mircalla’s dislike. She preferred Laura leant back onto her in a writhing mess but if she fell into Carm, so be it.

“Not nearly enough payback for making us freeze.” Mircalla turned off the sybian. When she got up from the saddle she instinctively grabbed a light robe that was over one of the dressers. “If I had my way I’d keep her up till morning.” She let the robe hang free, just covering her breasts and watched Carmilla take Laura over to the bed.

“Enough Mircalla. You’re acting like a child.” Carm tried not to snap but the words simply came out. Getting on the bed she started to trace patterns and swirls along Laura’s back with her fingertips. Sometimes, when she couldn’t sleep Carm would delicately spell out sentences or words and test if Laura was awake. It made her laugh when Laura sometimes guessed the sentence wrong or couldn’t make out the word. Something they did when they were alone but comforting none the less.

Mircalla went to the opposite side of the bed. The side that Laura was facing. She briefly pouted at Carmilla, showing her words had no effect on her and sighed. “I can’t help having some fun. She’s got so much potential.”

“I’m sure Ell does too.” Carmilla’s reply made Mircalla bite her tongue. She could see it got under her skin and Mircalla was fighting not to show it.

In that silence Carm closed her eyes tried to sleep.

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Mircalla couldn’t sleep. She was bored, cranky and still wanted some fun. It wasn’t every day younger versions of yourself and your wife come into your universe so why not make the most of it?
With Laura and Carmilla fast asleep, Mircalla shifted closer to Laura. Close enough she put her hand on her thigh and snuggled in. She needed that contact to make a stronger connection because out of boredom and curiosity Mircalla closed her eyes and entered Laura’s dreams.

Laura's mind was full of jagged edges, still almost raw after overstimulation had shut it down, and Mircalla could see into more fragments than most healthy minds had at once, but knitting itself together even as Mircalla watched. In all those fragments Carmilla was the same. Sexy and dangerous but warm and comforting at the same time.

Mircalla on the other hand was always sexy, but a whole lot less substantial and seemed to shift between multiple forms. Laura was clearly processing her interactions with Mircalla and figuring them out, and Mircalla was changing scene by scene as they replayed themselves; Mircalla and Ell in the office, Carmilla and Mircalla dressed identically and not quite being mirrors, Mircalla tying her to the post and lashing her, Mircalla being thrown around, frozen Carmilla and Mircalla, and Mircalla holding her down on the Sybian and her mind and head literally breaking.

There was something behind Laura throwing Mircalla around - a window full of kids calling her "Psycho Laura" and behind the window Laura throwing around a boy twice her size and breaking the nose of another.

But the Mircallas were shimmering, almost as if they were auditioning for all the parts simultaneously. One was almost identical to Carmilla, but possibly sexier (if that were possible) and with fangs always showing. One had a Star Trek Mirrorverse style goatee. One was a slightly brittle predator who really hated being frozen and was explicitly taking revenge on Laura as she blew her head apart on the Sybian. One was cruel and wanted Laura hurt and to move her hard and fast enough to not enjoy the afterglow.

Clearly Laura was trying to figure Carmilla out, and there were some very very faded Mircallas that clearly hadn't fitted the scenes. As Mircalla watched the Carmilla with a goatee faded to be replaced by a near-identical version.

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.

If Mircalla looked more closely she'd find that the Mircallas were a lot blurrier when they were out of Laura's sight than when they were in them; Laura knew where Mircalla had been when she'd seen her. And the actions of the Mircallas varied when they were out of Laura's sight, with one of the more sadistic Carmilla's reaching for and caressing the steel cane before glancing at Carmilla and picking up the crop while another gently tested the crop against her palm. Every Mircalla had minor differences from every other in every scenario.

And Carmilla's challenge was met by a TV in the corner of the room turning on, replacing the room. There was also a piece of paper that appeared in Mircalla's hand.

Laura's Mind User Experience form for Mircalla Carnstein.

Please mark each question as appropriate.

Q1. I chose to enter Laura Hollis' dreams because:
I was bored
I find minds interesting
I find Laura's mind interesting.
I wanted to see how it was after the Sybian.
I wanted to finish the job after the Sybian had broken it.
I wanted Laura to be mine.
Other

I chose to enter her dreams without her consent because:
I thought she wouldn't notice
Vampires don't need permission from humans.
I was curious
I was too stupid to think she'd agree.

...

The question continued with several questions below it, and instead of a dot each option had tiny pictures of the relevant Mircallas beside it. And if Mircalla looked really carefuly she'd see the relevant answers made the relevant Mircallas more sollid and the rest more faded.

Mircalla couldn’t understand the different versions of herself of why Laura had them but the fire in front of her blazed with an accurate representation of how mad it had made her. She waited for Laura to appear or at least something with a dramatic flair so she could ask ‘what the hell’ but then the TV materialised. Considering Mircalla thought of herself undefeatable on dream editing Laura’s mind was good at being unpredictable.

“Alright, I’ll bite.” She walked slowly over to the TV. That smug grin on her face as she thought this was Laura’s way of saying she wanted to play. “I take it you’re not ready to show yourself? You know I could get you hear if I wanted to.” Mircalla thought of throwing in a few nightmares but the paper appeared in her hand and threw her off. “What the...”

The dots, each with a different version of herself confused Mircalla for the most part and added to that anger. When she read the second section she started to laugh. “Vampires don’t need permission from humans? Good thing for me you aren’t human anymore.” But she knows she still should have asked permission.

“Come on cupcake, it’s just you and me in here. Show yourself. I won’t bite. Well maybe a little nip.” When nothing happened Mircalla created a quill out of thin air and circled the entire section of question one and the third dot about being curious in second two.

“There. Happy now?”

As Mircalla watched the ink she'd circled all the answers with would move on the paper, turning in to a write-up in choice under other with Mircalla's (or technically Carmilla's) handwriting. "I'm a jerk vampire who wants to mess with Laura".

The TV was displaying the opening to the crop scene, rotating between Mircallas, each with subtle variations, when the lights to the room flickered slightly as did the TV.

A few seconds later Laura appeared, heartbeat strong and steady. "You wanted me to show myself?"

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