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Carmilla.
A lovely name which I had never heard before and I read a lot.
Carmel.
The garden who brought fruits and flowers, color and life to my barren existence.
Carmin.
A vampire whose complexion was rich and brilliant from drinking blood of her victims, from sleeping in the coffin filled by that blood.
Mircalla.
The oupire who dragged me to the Styrian graveyard and made me like her.