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Carmilla stared at Laura with disbelief and shock. She must have heard her girlfriend wrong. There was no way Laura would have said that. Laura knew that Carmilla hated being a vampire. Laura knew Carmilla would refuse. So why was she asking?
“No… no Laura. Why are you asking me this?” Carmilla asked frown lines forming on her forehead. She was confused, hurt, and a little bit frightened. She remembered the night that she was awakened like it was yesterday and not almost 400 years ago.
She felt like she couldn’t breathe that the man who had strangled her was still there even though she knew he wasn’t. The darkness was starting to smother her and she felt like she did when she fell into the pond when she was a child, before she learned how to swim. The suffocating feeling was all around her and she was starting to slip away. She knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that she was dying. No that she was already dead. She screamed silently trying to grasp onto the little life she had left but it kept slipping through her fingers and she felt herself slip away.
Then, the next thing she knew was she was opening her eyes and there standing over her was a woman with white hair and icy blue eyes smiling a wicked smile at her. She looked around confused. She was dead, well she had been dead. How was she alive, and why did her throat burn like she hadnt had anything to drink in weeks. She sat up startled by the speed of which she was able to move.
“What is your name, my darling?” the woman with white hair asked.
“Mircalla, Daughter of the count Karnstein. Where am I? Who are you? Can someone get me a drink? I am really thirsty.” Mircalla asked the few people gathered around her. The woman in white nodded to someone who brought her over a chalice filled with thick red liquid. MIrcalla took the chalice and looked at it, a sweet smell wafting up to her nose. All of her senses seemed to perk up at the sight and smell of the liquid in the chalice. She took a hesitant sip, the taste was sweet and bitter at the same time, it was the best thing she had ever tasted. She finished the liquid in the chalice and noticed the woman in white grinning at her with a twisted smile.
“Mircalla, my dear, I have awoken you as a creature of the night who feasts on the blood of living creatures. You are a vampire now… and you are my daughter. I will raise you in the way of a vampire.” the woman with white hair smiled at her and Mircalla froze. A vampire, an undead creature of the night, who feasted on the blood of humans? this all had to be a joke. Something set up by her father to show her that she needed to be more than a young rich girl. she looked at the chalice and it dawned on her that was she drank was blood. A scream ripping from her throat.
As time passed and Mircalla became more accustomed to being a vampire she grew to hate what she was more and more. Then she met Ell, the two became fast friends after father offered her shelter and safety from the cold. They would cuddle together under thick blankets in the dead of winter when the air outside was frigid and kiss and make love. She loved Ell as much as Ell loved her. She knew she had to save Ell from the monster she called mother, and on the night she was supposed to take Ell to her mother she refused and her mother revealed to Ell what Mircalla really was. Her mother led Ell to where Will was feeding off of a young girl. Ell screamed as Mircalla’s mother revealed to her that Mircalla was the same as Will. Ell believed she was a monster, and led Mircalla’s mother to where she waited. Mircalla watched Ell be taken from her and she was sealed in a coffin of blood to sleep for centuries.
Carmilla looked at Laura, she had been silent for awhile and Laura was lookinng at her with concern and determination in her eyes. She knew she had to tell Laura no again, and she knew Laura was going to be stubborn, it was one of the qualities she loved about her. However she couldn’t turn Laura into the monster she was. She looked at Laura.
“No… Laura I will not make you into what I am.” She said with all the seriousness she could. Then, with the sound of shattering glass Laura fell over blood dripping from her back. Carmilla looked towards the window to see the flash of a person running from the window. She looked back at Laura who had passed out. She knew if she left Laura would die, but she couldn’t let who ever shot her get away. She knew what she had to do, she bent down and took a deep breath before sinking her teeth into the flesh of Laura’s neck.