The weight of the blankets was enough for Carm ribs, torn apart like a cream cracker. But not only her bones seem in pain. Even the warmth of the fireplace against her skin look like she was burning all over. The slightest sigh moved the broken ribs. Breathing in the metallic scent of her own blood, her hair stuck in sweat near the mouth, the blurry vision turning as she lifted her body.

"Lie down," Said a voice accompanied by a red blot holding the renegade's shoulders over the bed.

She forced her eyes to see, but the blow of the fight kept her almost blind, hearing a little more of her voice, realized that it was Norma in the room. The brunette's senses were ten times more acute for pain. It was almost impossible to blink without all the muscles protesting.

"La-Laura," The vampire coughed on the first syllable, the entire throat felt burnt, the torso sizzled, burning under four pounds of bandages.

"Forget about it. It was done, and try not to talk. You swallowed a lot of freezing water," Norma said while sitting on the edge of the bed. She held her hand over the bandage below her ribs. "I hate when she uses this, hurts a lot,"

The renegade vampire remembered the instant when the executioner pricked her blade. Carmilla sought the stubborn wound, appearing to be full of sand - what a pain.

"I took what I coud, the rest will have to dilute in your blood. Coud take a few weeks," Norma said, letting Carm to understand the state of her finished body. "I always say not to use that damn bronze dagger, but I was the one who gave it to her. What a stupid idea," The prosecutor laughed with her thoughts. "Well, you can meet a lot of people Mircalla, after all,"

After all.

If that were of any use, immortality to live forever condemned in this world - and it was not even what she wanted - supported the distorted view of the wooden ceiling next to the view of the canopy wrapped with greenish curtains because of her condition everything was a heap of blots.

"Laura," Carmilla shuddered at Norma's gaze, which impregnated the renegade with the worst of her thoughts.

"It doesn't matter now, the sentence given and carried out, the judge of the third court does not change her mind and does not waste time in the execution of sentences," Commented the prosecutor and, known for a long time before the judge be called excellency. "We went as soon as we could, but it was Mina who took care of your girlfriend,"

After the speech, the renegade can only think about the second the Romanian committee entered the inn. One by one falling, murdered by the third court. They must have killed Perry in the kitchen, on the table with a kitchen knife in the chest. LaF with the skull smashed into the wall and thrown through a window. Danny? This one must have been hard, but it would have been her own ax. They threw Guto into the frozen lake, must be, or dropped on the train line. Now Laura, just thinking about Carmilla's stomach turned over, even with nothing to turn over.

She remembered the nightmare, imagined the blonde pointing a wooden spoon and a hanger at the judge, but the comic scene was not enough against the bitter end reported. Mina should have drained the blonde while ripping out her heart. Her heart so tender and warm, in that icy hand.

"I'm leaving to meet the court, I don't have to say to stay here. I'll be back later, would you like something?" Norma asked standing on the threshold, without an answer she knew would not come, the prosecutor pulled the handle, leaving the renegade alone in the room.

Something?

Yes;

Someone perhaps;

The one to soften the pain;

Carmilla was looking back at the ceiling after the door closed. She didn't understand herself. So many lives passed through her, through her eyes, through her hands, through her teeth, and why the hell this life, a life she knows little, did displaced her? She thought of the touch, the embrace, the warmth. That life had reached the beat of her chest.

How?

Since, many years ago when Ell had made her heart beat indifferently to vampirism. It would be madness to compare them. They were different in many, and so similar in one thing at Carm's heart.

"Did she was the..." She asked to the ceiling, vaguely remembering her mother's speech:

"...Someone will come to you, the one that will make both, die and live, live next to her. And we live a lot, blood of mine, so maybe it will take a while to find her again. Only when one go, the other come up. And when it happens, remember, it is, what it is..."

Remembered one of the few times that her mother didn't yell at her. The pain slowly gone, and everything darkened.

Treffen looked like the city of eternal sleep at night, hardly anyone on the streets, perhaps in front of Punkt, or the station and the trains at dawn, but everything else, were just shadows passing over the snow, cold and empty.

***

At least three or four days went by, the vampire recovering, it was incredible, considering that she faced Garu Syvalion herself, but still had to stay in bed - damn bronze sandstone knife - if it weren't for the sand in her blood, she would have taken a few sips from a bear and would have been on her feet again, trying to get to her promised land, but she was forced to lie down a few more days.

Every day Norma visited her, one day Garu came to deliver the gray backpack with all her belongings. The discussions between the executioner and the prosecutor clarified their involvement in something more than legal.

And for Carm, each night was a dream, a vision, a punch in the stomach, past and present that no longer exists.

She woke up in a cold sweat with the humming sound of the plane, her first contact with the 20th century:

...not so many years ago, Nazis would have accidentally dug up a sarcophagus in an explosion. The entire exterior of the coffin was intact, covered with carvings and seals, runes and inscriptions of ancient magic, very powerful. They quickly loaded him on a plane to Auschwitz.

Something didn't seem quite right; one mooring rope had burst, the Nazi soldiers were startled by contents overflowing from the open cracks in the lid, soaking the floor in red. They crowded around the sarcophagus, held upright by steel and leather ties. The captain babbled something, a corporal - terrified - went to check the cargo. Poor Dumm was so scared that he slipped in the blood, getting all smeared.

"Habe hier etwas Kapitän" (There's a body here, captain) Shouted him.

"Es ist ein Sarg, natürlich hat er dort einen Körper, idiot" (It's a coffin, of course it has a body in there, dumbass).

"Kapitän..." Varnens said before the coffin lid popped out and smashed it against the wall. The plane shake, the funnel box tipped back.

The pilot was shouting over the loudspeakers, something about a black cloud over them.

A cry of agony came from the cockpit, sounds of gunshots, the soldiers looked at the corridor with their rifles affixed. Hork was trying to remove the trap pressed between the discharge door and the lid of the sarcophagus. A terrified Dumm used the coffin as a support for the weapon, the others leaned against the walls, at the entrance to the cabin.

"Halten!" (Firm!) The captain said to the men as they approached the door they could heard gunshots on the other side. When everything fell silent.

"ELL!!!" A husky, aggressive voice roared in the air. The shots came from behind them, when the soldiers and the captain turned and saw Dumm with his guts out with a crimson corpse on him.

"Dumm!" Hork shouted, firing at the monster.

"ELL!!!" The corpse screamed from his throat full of blood and spite. Grudge of the deepest hate inside Carmilla's heart, just exhumed by a bunch of stupid Nazi. "ELL!!!" It was all she roared.

Shots flew in all directions, desperate, terrified. The body of the coffin, the features hardened and drawn by time, skin and bones with more strength than a rhino, the hair to the waist and the eyes without irises or pupils, only red.

The plane plummeted forward in free fall. The vampire was still searching for Ell with her throat, almost breaking with her collar. That's when the shadow took all over that plane.

Carmilla woke up from the memory on the sixth day. What a horrible nightmare, the day she woke up in that century. She closed her eyes again, certain that nothing would be worse than the dream she had.

***

Crackling fire, breathlessness, and the sound of the vampire's kisses with the journalist sitting beside her - it wasn't enough - Carmilla let her hands roam over the blonde's torso, while her lips clung to the other's lips. Laura kept one hand in her black hair, while the other squeezed the vampire's waist to sigh with each assault under the blouse.

The blonde laid Carmilla on the bed with no protest, Laura kept her eyes immersed in the other's red eyes, smiling she lifted her blouse and let her hands feel the warm vampire skin.

"Carm," Laura called, mounting her and folding hands.

"Laura" Answered.

The blonde lay on the vampire to take advantage of the proximity of her victim's neck; victim?

If it was possible to have a worse dream than the plane? Of course, Carmilla had just woken up from it. Something watered her eyes, something that monsters don't have, something she shouldn't feel, but they were running down her face.

"Enough!" She screamed, falling off the bed, put on the boots and crawled into the coats, took Garu's cloak and left that cursed bedroom, following leaning on the corridor walls, going to the exit. The metal staircase on the side of the Punkt. She grabbed the handrail and entered the bar drinking everything she could handle, which was definitely not a good idea. Her body still lying in the effect of bronze sandstone, a pain in the ass to any kind of drink or food.

"Hey cutie," Kirsch approached laughing, surrounding Carmilla with his arm on the counter. "How about we take a walk?" He said a lot more nonsense, while the vampire drink cup after cup without paying the minimum attention to the pumped woodcutter. "What do you say, huh?"

"More," Told her.

"More?" it surprised him, as he would have commented on his skills without clothes. Well, she said more, but it was for another dose of gin. Kirsch made a point by filling her glass. "Hey cutie, take it easy," He laugh when the vampire pulled the bottle and turned it over her lips. "You can leave that on it on me," He winked at the bartender.

The vampire squeezed the neck of the bottle, dried her eyes watering, before she could call the small drops of crystal tears. Her stomach grunted, twisting her intestines with the drone of the plane in her mind and the sensation of Laura's touch. Everything contracting at once.

"Come on beauty," Kirsch said raising his log arms and, Carmilla sulkily looked at the strong boy, ready to drop her hand on him, but her stomach did a somersault pushing all the drink out on the woodcutter's pants.

Carmilla faltered, falling into Norma's arms to hold her close to Kirsch.

"It's okay big boy. Why don't you turn around, go outside and forget what happened?" Said the prosecutor in a gentle tone.

"But I'm going to make out with..." Evergot looked straight into his eyes, and in silent the boy stood straight with his shoulders back looking at the wall. "...I think I'm going outside..."

"And you're going to make a nice snowman, using that bottle as the nose..." She handed Carmilla's bottle over.

"...and I think I'm going to make a nice beautiful snowman, and I'm going to use this bottle to make a big nose..." He held the doll's nose between both hands and walked out of the bar.

"Come Mircalla, let's go to the bedroom, you shouldn't have left," Norma put the brunette's arm around her neck and carried her out, going to the staircase in the alley where Kirsch was gathering snow for the snowman without dropping the bottle.

Carmilla did not bother to let the tears wet her face, prevented even from getting drunk, carried by a vampire who might as well disappear forever.

"Kirsch," Called a calm voice at dawn. Carmilla looked over her shoulder at the top of the stairs. "Kirsch, what are you doing?" Laura asked, stumbling and fabric bags in her hands.

"I'm making a nice beautiful snowman," He explained.

"Have you been drinking? What is that sour smell?" Laura's attention went to the brunette rolling down the stairs. "Wow, are you okay?"

"Laura," Carmilla called, looking into the blonde's bright eyes.

"Yes, it's me, and, who are you?"