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Carmilla was dreaming. Dreaming of her again.
She sank her teeth in the side of her shoulder, feeling a satisfying pop as she broke the skin and the metallic taste of blood started to fill her mouth. Carmilla gently brushed her thumb up and down her neck, almost soothingly.
".. Oh, good god, is this how you show love?"
"Do you think I'm even capable of it?"
Carmilla pulled back to look at her, letting the excess blood drip down Laura's neck.
"After all, you have always been a vile creature," the blonde replied after a moment with a small hum.
It was so unlike her. It almost made her physically back away, hearing such negative and insulting words come out of Laura's mouth- and to her face as well. She'd insinuated it herself, of course, but it hurt hearing her agree.
".. What makes you say that?"
"You said it yourself. You can't feel love. Unlike the mortal kind; you are vile," she murmured.
"And you are pure as a lamb."
Laura threaded a hand through her own hair, making the other woman cringe as the ugly colour of blood touched to her hair and turned the honey-like shade of blonde turn into a dark red.
"I like to think I was.. Before you went and tainted delicate things, like usually."
It made her remember breaking a vase one day at the schloss. It was Laura's father's favourite. They hadn't ever talked of the thing, it was some family heirloom and he indeed repeated that it was not a crying matter, but Carmilla kept sobbing and sobbing. She'd enjoyed seeing it, gazing at the pretty porcelain and now she'd gone and broken it. She didn't know why she'd been so upset by her own actions either, but it was heart breaking to stare at the broken glass at her feet.
She sometimes got the impulse to ruin Laura, she'd dreamt of sharing blood with her many times, sometimes even of making her not keep herself for her husband. Now that she had, it felt like she'd given far too much love and it was all wrong.
".. I didn't *enjoy* taking your innocence away," she tried to convince herself as well.
"Careful, we both know you want the innocent little girl back.."
Carmilla swiped her thumb over her cheek, then pulled away as if she'd gotten burned when a trail of blood was left on her cheek. Opaque and thick, the most disgusting shade of red she'd ever seen.
She let out a sob. Not even her dreams of her could be a fantasy anymore, they'd turned from sweet stories of feeding each other pastries and fruits in some beautiful schloss in Austria to whatever word one might use to describe these nights of being haunted.
"I want you."