countess_karnstein | What Time Is It? lauronica

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.

Current Location: Their Apartment

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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?"

“Ha ha”, She scrunched the paper up and threw it to the side. Clearly not a fan of Laura’s games or her stupid questionnaire. Mircalla just wanted to tease and the added bonus of Carmilla not a round made things all the more appealing. It was good to finally get her by herself.

Mircalla’s attention was then quickly brought to the screen where she watched once again the different versions of herself. Although still angry at what she was seeing there was a part of her that was trying to decipher why Laura was dreaming this and what those versions of her meant. Jealousy set in that Carmilla was so clear but she was blurry, almost as If she was a shadow of Carm that Laura didn’t think was clear.

The sound of a heat beat filled her ears but Mircalla didn’t turn around. She stood with her arms crossed and continued to watch the screen. “Finally had the guts to show yourself? You know you shouldn’t hide in your own dreams right? It’s rude to keep a girl waiting.” A brief look over the shoulder at Laura pulling one of her darker smirks. The smirk that had the eyes of predator. Beautiful but deadly.

“What in Hell is this Laura? If you’re going to force me to watch memories of me you can’t hold together I have a few nightmares I would be glad to throw back at you.” Mircalla was snappy. Only because of these unclear versions of herself and because Carmilla was so clear.

"Rude?" Ell needed no explanation for the way Laura was sorting her thoughts; it was something she did herself at times, although she wasn't going to help Laura figure Mircalla out much. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it was extremely rude to jump into a girl's dreams uninvited? And there's no requirement to receive guests who've broken in? Especially when they left the place a mess first. You weren't forced to come here."

Ell's smirk was wicked. "And if you think sex with you should be compared with a nightmare then you said it. Not me."

“Well I’ve never been one for invitations. I go where I please.” Mircalla had paid close attention to the images. Taking in various versions of herself and trying to work out the subtle changes that Laura had edited. Most of them were to Mircalla’s distaste.

Just when she had enough she caught Laura’s comment and the screen switched off as she turned around. As if by magic. Eye brow raised at the comment just made, Mircalla’s temper was sitting on the edge of a knife. “Well there’s a comment I didn’t think you had in you. You weren’t complaining when you came multiple times.”

Slowly, she started to walk towards her. “I get that you need to convince yourself you didn’t enjoy it. Don’t worry your secrets safe with me.”

"I said you said that. You threatened me with nightmares because that was replaying sex with you." Ell shrugged, looking just a touch too innocent to be anything but teasing. "I enjoyed all that." Watching it anyway. "But you talked about throwing back nightmares. Pretty clearly you think that only a nightmare compares."

“I threaten nightmares because I don’t like seeing me split into various versions in a memory Laura.” Mircalla snapped. She wanted to add the bit about Carmilla being crystal clear but biting her tongue helped to swallow back that envy.

Some of the anger partially lifted when Laura said she enjoyed it. Not a lot but enough to take the snap out of Mircalla’s words.

Her heartbeat still filling her ears, Mircalla smiled thinking back to how she used to love making Ell’s race. “Well you’ve had your body exhausted, there’s always time for your brain.” With that she flashed one of her darker smiles and tried to shift the room. Her intention was to rip away the walls and replace the scenery to a creation from her own memory but nothing changed. The fire behind still burned like a reflection of her emotion.

Mircalla found herself suddenly more aware of her surroundings.

She walked over to Laura, her innocence just adding to the attraction. “What have you done?” Her eyes narrowed. “I should be able to change your dreams and I’m locked in here? That’s impossible.” It might have been Mircalla was too mad too focus but the fact remained it would take a lot of power to be able to stop her. “You might not be human but you aren’t that powerful…Yet.”

She tried again, concentrating harder to materialise an object into the room. Nothing. A brief pause and Mircalla looked at Laura. “I enter your dreams, finally get you alone and you trap me here?” The only conclusion Mircalla could come to was that Laura brought Carmilla into this. Two of them would have been able to block her. It would also explain why Laura’s memories on the screen. Mircalla loved to play with Carm’s jealous at times.

“Oh..silly me for thinking you couldn’t be here without her following. Come out come out wherever you are Carmilla?”

The TV made a rude noise, as if Mircalla was in a gameshow and she'd just got the answer wrong. "Mircalla. I've had a vampire walking through my mind for years. You think in that time I haven't learned a few secrets?"

Ell shrugged, hair naturally over her ears and the ear with the earbud away from Mircalla anyway. Of course she and Laura could communicate without, but they wanted to make it fair on Mircalla. And Laura's 'Leverage' earbuds beat her 80s models. "Besides. Dream control is about control. Yoga, breathing, and flexibility really help."

"And I promise Carmilla's not here."

The game show error buzz was annoying but not half as annoying as what Mircalla wanted to do with Laura’s brain. Being denied the opportunity was taxing to say the least. “Correction, you might have had Carmilla walking through your brains for years but I’m older. I should be able to do this.”

She moved closer, every step mentally trying to change something in the room. A colour, maybe crack in the wall but still nothing happened. “It’s about time it was just the two of us.” Mircalla’s closed any gap between them. Even with her temper still bubbling she somehow managed to keep it in control.

“Yoga? Flexibility? Now that is something you’ve got to show me. As for control I think you already know I don’t like not having it so if you could let me take charge of this dream, I promise you won’t forget it.” That could either be a good thing or a bad thing. Mircalla brought her hand up and tucked Laura’s hair behind her ear. Something her and Carmilla both loved to do as it exposed her neck. How could they ever resist? She was then about to look at Laura’s eyes when Mircalla caught the glimpse of the bud in her ear.

She pulled back to look in Laura’s eyes, anger flashing in her own. “What the hell is this?”

From behind Mircalla there was the sound of a slow clap and Laura stepped out of a doorway that hadn't been there a second ago. "You had someone try to come into your dreams and because you were here she ended up in mine." The real Laura shrugged.

"And so she asked me to see if I could pretend to be her, love." Ell smiled. "And really? Freeze? And getting a crop pulled out of your hand." She shook her head, her smirk saying that Ell wasn't going to hear the last of either incident for years before her voice continued meditatively. "Having a heartbeat even for my dream self is weird."

Ell then smirked. "But toying with your double is going to be more fun, love. See you." And with that she vanished - along with Laura's clothes giving Laura only time to gasp.

When Laura stepped out Mircalla’s expression changed. Not because the two of them were in the room but because Ell had tormented her with freeze situation from earlier. Clearly she had seen the video and if Mircalla could blush she would have done. Instead she gave a playful ‘don’t push it’ smirk to her love and let some of anger from earlier wash away. It now made sense why she could edit the dream. Ell and Laura combined would block any control she had. Frustrating but at least she knew she hadn’t lost her touch.

“Reminds me of when we first met.” Mircalla placed her hand over Ell’s chest knowing full the sound was fake. There wasn’t a beat under the palm of her hand which was exactly how Mircalla liked it. Ell was a full vampire, her vampire. “Although I miss making it race just to tease you, I prefer you as you are now.”

If Laura had caught it, there was a moment when Mircalla was completely different around Ell. She was unguarded and exposed. A moment that so brief as Mircalla had to remind herself Laura was in the room. She briefly had a second to talk to Ell when she vanished so fast. The last thing she must have saw was Mircalla rolling her eyes at the thought of Ell with Carmilla. In her eyes Ell was far more than her double could handle.

“Finally.” She said, eyebrow raised at the sight of Laura naked like a parting gift from her love. A sight both Carm and Mircalla could agree, would never become boring. “Now I have you all to myself.” The smile couldn’t be wiped from her face as she felt the rush of finally being able to edit Laura’s dreams.

She walked over to Laura eyes hungry like she was about to toy with her. Only when the gap was closed between them Mircalla slipped a hand to Laura’s waist and the other pulled her into a dance. Not a usual move for her to make but as she took the lead and turned Laura around the room shifted and changed into a grand hall. Nameless people filled the room all around them dancing in perfect synchronisation. Laura now wearing a black ball gown with a corset that fitted in all the right places, this was Mircalla’s mind after all.

Of course it was a masquerade ball, the faces of people around them were all hidden with intricate and elaborate masks. Mircalla and Laura included. The only couple dressed in black and gold. Trapeze artists flipped and twirled above their heads as if they were flying. Fire breathers and illusionists stood on podiums as entertainment. It was beautiful. The kind of room that could only come from imagination as the details were clear and strong.

Mircalla let go of Laura’s waist just to twirl her back into her arms. “Now this is more like it.” She laughed. Her black lips and eyes were the only things visible from under the mask, exactly the same as Laura whose make up was matching in dark tones. “This is a memory I don’t want you to forget.”

Laura bit her lip as Mircalla stalked her after Ell stripped her and left Mircalla unblocked. She could still do a lot more than Mircalla expected. But she let the dress and corset wrap round her, her breathing switching to the top of her chest. She knew from Carmilla's gaze exactly what that did to distract her, and seemingly from her eyes Mircalla reacted the same way.

She relaxed into Mircalla's dancing with a soft smile, having learned from Carmilla. It felt almost effortless, and that wasn't part of the dream so much as a connection and the similarities between the way Mircalla moved and the way Carmilla did.

She looked round, eyes wide at the ballroom. "It's beautiful. You've been here? Or this is your imagination?"

“Imagination.” Mircalla knew ultimately this was Laura’s dream and showing the power she had previously by freezing both herself and Carmilla meant that Laura had more control than she realised. Still, she let Mircalla edit her dreamscape if only for this moment. Something Mircalla was grateful for. “There are places we all go when we need to. This is one of mine.”

If Laura hadn’t have guessed already, just like Carmilla, Mircalla loved to dance. Not quite to the style or ability of Ell but the old fashioned dances that meant hidden intent behind the moves. She guided Laura effortlessly as the crowds continued to mirror like puppets pinned on strings. When she slipped her hand to the base of Laura’s back and arched her over there was a brief second when Mircalla wondered if Laura would trust her. Some moves required a trust you could only test in the heat of the moment. A true reflection based on instinct. But Mircalla left enough room for Laura to put her arms around her neck if she felt the need to.

Mircalla supported her weight as if she was lighter than air and as they leant over the heightened heart beat filled her ears. She felt her fangs slide down but refused to give in to them. Instead as Laura was brought nearly horizontal to the floor Mircalla leant down and smiled against her lips. Not enough not touch but enough to tempt. “You’re beautiful Laura.” She looked into the eyes of her masquerade mask for a brief moment and without warning glided her up to her feet to carry on the dance.

“I wanted to get you alone to show you me. Not the versions you seem to have split me in to with your thoughts.” And Mircalla wasn’t good at opening herself up to anyone but Ell. This was a slight crack in the wall Mircalla took a chance on with her. “If you like I can show you my favourite place but it comes with one condition?”

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Carmilla had been staring into the darkness for at least half an hour. Looking across the bed she saw Mircalla spooned behind Laura, her hand resting now across her waist. Both were fast asleep to the point Carm didn’t want to disturb so she slid out the bed with catlike grace she often did at home and headed for the door.

The house was bigger than Carm had initially thought. There were rooms that made the Sheridan’s or her mother’s house look small in comparison. Carm’s curiosity, just like Mircalla’s got the best of her and instead of heading for the kitchen where she originally planned she headed for the subtle noise coming from down one of the corridors. It was quite a way from the hidden room she had left Laura in to the point she had to look back to remember the way she came. Mircalla and Ell definitely had upgraded from the large apartment Laura and her lived in.

A small light came from a single door on the right hand side. There was movement but no heartbeat Carm could hear. She pushed open the door enough to pop her head round and saw Ell. Suddenly aware of how naked she was Carm closed the red and black silk robe she had stolen from Mircalla’s wardobe and tied it around her waist. “How long have you been home?” The question had a hidden one behind it. What Carm was really asking was why didn’t she come join them? She was still curious on this universes version of Laura and how one huge event made them so similar in some ways but different in the others.

There were ways Laura trusted Mircalla absolutely and ways she didn't. And although Laura would be entirely unsurprised if all the dancers on the floor turned out to be zombies or other horror movie monsters. But drop her in a dip while dancing? Never. Laura bent back effortlessly, smiling when Mircalla called her beautiful, and moving freely with Mircalla's wishes when she was again pulled back onto her feet.

"There's only one Mircalla." Laura shrugged. "But I don't know who she is. All the versions of Mircalla in my head are trying to work out who you are. All of them are ones that do everything I've seen from you, but I haven't seen everything even while, for example, you were behind me." And she smiled. "I'd love to see - but what's the condition?"

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Ell looked up to see Carmilla and smiled, gaze roaming over the double of her wife even as she compared the scars the two of them had. "About an hour. But there's always more paperwork and checking contracts to be done. And you all left the door locked, so I assumed you didn't want to be disturbed." She shrugged. "I'm surprised, but I assume that there had to have been a reason to unlock that door and relock it?"

She stopped them dancing only lead Laura over to the grand staircase towards the back of the hall. Everyone else continued to dance as the music played, not bothered by the fire breathes so close to where they moved. “No tricks. No ear bugs. This includes swapping yourself for Ell. I want you, alone and in return I’ll answer any questions you have.” Mircalla walked up the stairs and turned back to offer her hand. “Well…if we do much talking.” She couldn’t resist the smirk that came with that comment. “I’ll make this offer once and once only sweetheart.”

She waited for Laura to decided.

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Carmilla entered the room and sat on the edge of Ell’s desk. “Laura found and entered the room first. Mircalla and I close behind. I don’t remember the door ever being locked or unlocked.” She said honestly then reached out and stopped Ell’s hand from writing any more contracts.

“I’m sure you and Mircalla would have had a field day with us.” It was strange their skin being the same temperature. Carm smiled and looked down at her feet. “I don’t think Laura is going to be able to walk tomorrow.”

"Ell left." Laura shrugged. "And no tricks, no ear bugs, and Carmilla isn't asleep. So yes, you can have all that."

And she looked at Mircalla. "Was being made to freeze a little like that really that bad? That you felt the need to punish me by breaking my body and brain on that Sybian?"

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Elle's eyes widened. "Laura found it? And opened the door? There are fifty seers on the planet who could have found my playroom. And twenty archmages who could have opened the door without being burned out. And you're talking as if Laura wandered in there?" She shook her head, still clearly stunned. More pleasurable pursuits could wait.

There were so many responses she could give to that. In instinct she wanted to twist it around and flirt with Laura but Mircalla was trying to cement herself in Laura’s mind. It was hard for her to open up. She looked down at Laura from the couple of steps above and continued to hold out her hand.

“I don’t like not being in control.” Mircalla struggled the words out. Being honest to someone that wasn’t Ell was hard when it involved emotion. “But I loved what you did. It was wicked and I if you remember my scream I wasn’t complaining.

The sybian was a gift, not a punishment.” Mircalla took a step down so she was still one above Laura. She brought both hands up to carefully remove Laura’s mask from her face, then hers from her own. “If you want to wake up. Now is the time to say.”

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She could see the surprise in Ell’s face. It was enough that Carmilla’s previous worries started to surface again although she didn’t show the panic in her body language her expression did change. “When Mircalla let us inside Laura went upstairs. We stayed downstairs to talk but Laura wandered into there as if it was a normal room.”

Carmilla frowned. “Thinking about it the only time I have ever entered the room is when Laura has already been in it.”

She hopped off the edge of the table. Her mind processing everything she had learnt so far. Some of it even coming out loud. “It changed the second she had her heart put back. I should have waited but…” She headed towards the door, stopping only to look back at Ell. “If that room was hidden and she found it that easy there’s no telling what other abilities she might have.

Have you seen anything like this before?”

"I remember your scream. And your other actions and words." Laura gestured, a touch flamboyantly, and the ballroom was shrouded in darkness, while the floor seemed to shudder.

And cutting through the darkness were words, almost as if they were coming from under water even if the voice was Mircalla's. “Not nearly enough payback for making us freeze.” The floor stopped shaking but the rest came as if it was moving away, making it even less comprehensible even if the language was English. “If I had my way I’d keep her up till morning.”

As the lights turned back on Laura raised one eyebrow to Mircalla. "I don't want to wake up." But from her tone Mircalla had some explaining to do.

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"So Laura opened the door?" Ell frowned. "Unwatched. There are about ten supernatural creatures that could open a door like that. And I know that Laura isn't an archangel, a duchess of hell, a crossroads ghost, a demigod of doorways, or a grim reaper."

The room they stood in, decorated in gold with complimenting royal reds and blues, was one of Mircalla’s strongest manipulations. The details were exquisite, so when Laura managed to darken it in a matter of seconds Mircalla took note that Laura was either getting stronger or maybe she once again underestimated her ability. Maybe it was a bit of both.

She listened to her words repeated back at her and laughed. “You think I meant any of that in a threatening way?” She took another step down, this time to the step as Laura to make them nearly eye level. “If payback means making you scream and pass out with pleasure are you telling me you didn’t enjoy it?” Her tone was the closest thing crossed between humour and serious. “If letting me have my way and keeping you writhing between my legs till morning is a bad thing then so be cupcake. I won’t take back what I said and I definitely don’t take back what I did.”

Instead of closing the gap between them Mircalla made her point and walked back up the few steps, as she did her and Laura’s clothes changed from the fancy attire of this manipulation to their normal every day clothes. “Anything else I’ve said that you want me to clarify?”

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Instead of walking through the door and back to the bedroom Carm closed it actually feeling a little angry. Unforunately Ell was the closest thing to Laura who was going to get the brunt of it. “Archangel, ghost, reaper, I have no idea what the frilly hell is going on. You think I planned for this? On the day she proposed?” Her temper was rising to the point in true Carmilla fashion she started to pace the other side of room.

“The library brought us here for a reason and we aren’t any closer to figuring that out. The second we do we learn something else. Next she’ll probably be able to create portals in her sleep!” Carm’s anger was snowballing. She hadn’t been this mad since Danny killed Mattie.

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