From the author:

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOLDIER!!!!!!!! Who's there is a Soldier Creampuff? Hands up! This is by far one of my favorite chapters. The word on the description would be intense. But you guys, tell me in the comments, now let's go one more ONE MORE NIGHT!!!

Recommending the song to read: Paul Haslinger, Nona Hendryx & Sussan Deyhim - Beginning To End

What else could be said besides LOVE, WILL HAVE ITS SACRIFICES...

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Carmilla watched the imposing peak vanish into the sky. The wind howled over the mountains in the pale night. She landed on the inn's roof, dangling from the gutter, stepped through the window, tiptoed in and closed the window's latch, ending the icy breeze. Laura slept in her bed, as she always tried to wait for her. The blonde didn't get the distance meaning.

The vampire sat on the bed's edge, watching the blonde's sleeping face at blazing light - exhausted trying to wait for her - stroked her golden hair, wishing she could do something about it, but in the end; what could be done?

Once done, it can't be undone. Messing with the human mind is dangerous. She might turn into a vegetable if I try. Norma was very direct when talking about Laura's mind. Mina had specified Carmilla's true eyes as a source of phobia.

"Carm..." Said Laura, dreaming. Allowing a smile on the vampire, but soon she got up, the blonde trapped her. "Stay, sleep with me," she asked in a sleepy voice. "Or I'll go to your bed,"

"You're already in my bed," The brunette took off her coat, letting it slide from her arms to the floor, stepped on her heel, getting rid of her boots, took off her shirt and the rest of the clothes on her way to the closet, when the hands of Laura passed her waist, caressing her belly, down to the zipper of her pants. "Cupcake." She felt the other's lips on her back, above the bra bundle, pushing her hair back, trailing kisses on her neck. The vampire turned around, taking the blonde in a kiss, having to stop after the third.

Laura took her hand, leading her to bed. Laura snuggled into her shoulder, gluing her body as tightly as she could, twisting her legs, as if to prevent an escape.

"Good night Carm." The blonde fell asleep quickly. Carmilla took a little longer, watching over her lover's sleep, her soft, warm body and so surrendered.

Carmilla tried to get rid of the desire facing the fire. Thirst invaded her mouth. The bronze finally diluted, whet the vampire's appetite. But not any thirst, not anyone. Thirst for blood, thirst for more, thirst for someone; she never imagined tasting that thirst, hunger beyond those described in ghastly storybooks; desire for someone.

Running away wasn't an option.

Free the blonde from her fangs, and yet wanted her. Yes, no; no and yes; but maybe; if, could it be? Confusing on all the ways; with, without, how? Carm couldn't imagine losing her, not now, not after finding what she never thought to be possible.

Every night she had to control the burning urge to possess Laura, even against her will, what resistance this human would offer. Even if she screamed or fought, she could never stop the vampire.

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"Mircalla?" Said Thalia.

"Carmilla." For the eighty-eighth time.

"Sorry, it's a beautiful and strong name Mircalla, commands respect; mine sounds like a Mexican singer,"

"And what's the problem with singers? Since the fifteenth century and even before, singers were and are very well regarded, let this war pass and try to sing around."

"Not me, I'm just saying. Now can you explain to me what that thing was, what are they?" The astronomer questioned. None was said about it, since the journalist passed out, and the biker didn't seem surprised, nor unwilling to give any word about. "So why did you give them to those fucking crows! I could get a sample, at least from an alien,"

"They are not aliens," said the oldest vampire sitting in a rubble of the ruins. "That thing is not from here, but it didn't come from the sky, as you think. It came from, another world."

"Mars?" The Spanish noble was trying to guess the alternatives in the science test.

"No," growled. "That thing came from," Carmilla took a huge breath, staring at the ceiling of the makeshift shelter in the Karnstein ruins. "Thalia, you study physics. Tell me, what are the chances of the existence of other worlds besides ours."

"Nothing confirms, but also nothing discards the hypothesis or probability."

"I think the creatures confirm."

"What?" The girl with the purple hair arched an eyebrow. What kept the tremendous nonsense from being true? If Mircalla "the hellcat" Karnstein, a mere legend from a book, was real, would it be so hard to believe in otherworldly creatures?

"There's no reason to lie, since you're so interested, there is a dark and terrible world, you can call it hell to take a better view, that's where those creatures come from," The brunette went to the shelter's entrance, made of two fallen walls. "You can also ignore everything I told you, there's no reason for you to believe it, but if you did, be smart and stop looking for aliens."

What a shit story, a bad time joke.

Carm thought about what happened after the automaton, a deeper look on her true mother's gift and words, when she handed over the blade:

You handle the key; you open it. Said the cruel woman.

Death Kiss! She thought. Fingers squeezing the middle of her eyes, but when she got, was more like: Bloody hell DEATH KISS, you left it open!

Thalia warmed her hands at the fire, thinking about what the brunette had said. Carmilla was grateful for the unfavorable weather. The snow had hidden the automaton, since the crows couldn't make the bronze museum piece disappear, avoiding further questions or panic. As far as she could see it: the metallic stalks was specially ordered to her, the rest must have been a residual accident. She could smell the sulfurous, the heavy air of a much older world. The one she wanted, or the one she wanted, was Laura?

All her thoughts became doubtful before that question.

"Man, the eighteenth century illustrators were a lot of asses," commented the astronomer reading a small pocketbook, then she look at Carmilla and the book again, then the book and Carmilla again.

"What?!" she growled in the uncomfortable admiration.

"See yourself." Thalia jumped to the side of the oldest and pointed to the illustration on the page.

"And? Your Praga's cousin?"

"No, it's you," laughed the young woman.

"Me?!" It was nothing like Frida Kahlo's 13th century fanart until it read "The Hellcat" Karnstein at the bottom. At that, she gave an irritated grunt, taking the booklet in hand.

"If wasn't for it, I would have killed myself, if wasn't you..."

"Cut the bullshit, girl. No one can force you to do anything you don't wanna do. I did no shit. Just been myself in my time. I wouldn't marry an asshole because they told me it was right or wrong. I won't do anything that others say is or not. I'll do it, because I want to, because it's right for me, and no one else, because; I am what I am, and who I am." said the biker. Hugged by the astronomer.

"Thank you," murmured the young woman, with her head on the biker's belly.

A little bit weird, of course. The brunette wasn't used to anyone's affection, but she felt a little of that love called gratitude. Carmilla let her free hand caress Thalia's back, which seemed to take an enormous weight off her shoulders. The pressures of a society doomed to its own destruction because of ignorance and fear.

"Tell me, how you know it was me?" She asked, more doubtful than the weather forecast.

"The frowning face, I'm kidding," said Thalia, with a drop of sweat running down the middle of her forehead. "Your eyes. When I looked into your eyes, I saw the same look in the book." Carmilla remained in silent. "Can I take a look?" She asked about the brunette's book on a rock.

"Go on," the biker lay back, reading the horrors catalog in archaic Portuguese. You could understand part of the hellcat's tale, a threat to tie young girls to a premature marriage, an entire chapter dedicated to her. It would be a wonder, if wasn't the ridiculous medieval illustration. The next chapter startled the vampire.

"How do you read this? What scribbles are these? Looks like Sumerian with Aramaic and Sanskrit with Macedonian Greek." The astronomer squinted at the macaroni script of the book from another world.

"Hey earl cub, here who's this? Where did you get this book?!" Carmilla was almost lying on top of the three centimeters taller girl .

"Easy there, who? That? It's the phantom. He gives goosebumps, they say he takes the hellcats. My father used to say, he would take me if I don't get married, an ugly guy like this, jeez." She show her tongue in a disgusted grimace of the gray ghost, wig and goatee with a mustache twisted at the ends.

"He wasn't like this," Carmilla sighed, the erroneous image of the only person who had caught her attention in that night, the night that everything changed. A nostalgic feeling flooded her. She had not remembered him for years.

"Wool!!! He exists? Damn, you talked to him?"

"We danced two songs." The frown softened.

"Was him a boyfriend of yours?" Thalia said with a mischievous smile at the corner of her mouth, but feeling a little bitter inside.

"I wish," she replied, imitating the speech of the youngest the other day. "He was very different. He didn't have a mustache or beard, he didn't wear a wig and, he was sincere in his words, he wasn't like any other in my entire existence."

"Laura won't like it."

"It was a long time ago, and he's not even alive anymore, not that I know." Carmilla closed the book. That gray person as she remembered that night in Versailles.

"Now tell me what language is this book of yours," she begged, shaking the Sanskrit manuscript with mandarin.

"Latin," said straight away.

"But what a scribble, I can't read anything."

"Neither do I sometimes..."

The biker wouldn't tell that the book didn't belong to this world, knowing about the existence of the creatures was enough.

"I give up," Thalia threw the book to the owner. "I'm going to eat. I'm not going far, just find a bear around."

"Then you'll have to go far," she remembered the growlers.

"I saw a lumberjack the other day, redhead," the young woman smiled wickedly.

"Go on, disappear with her!" Said Carmilla.

"Okay, okay, I got it, I just can't mess with Laura," Laugh between the purple locks. "I'll be back before dark."

"No hurry." She sprawled farther on the fallen pillar.

"Oh, I know you don't want to run to Laura," the young woman winked before disappearing into the road.

Finaly alone, Carmilla took a walk through the rubble. The blizzard gave her a break, jumping between the pillars. She remembered human life when the count started pushing her on any man interested in marrying the hellcat.

Never attracted to any of the suitors, hated them as soon as she laid eyes on them, dumb and sexists, but even other nobles. Nothing sparkles inside her. Perhaps the noble girls, at least, but the heart itself.

Well, this one began to race, but that was when Laura dominated her thoughts, the nights with her, the sleepy voice calling, the hugs bringing a very good warmth. It was an almost monstrous desire, not just for blood.

"Carmilla!" said the canine, jumping on the owner.

The vampire fell to the ground with a dog licking her from chin to forehead.

"Get out!" seated in the snow. "Snake breath! Fuck, throw that tongue away before you play the puppy with me stop it!"

Who said the furry one heard? Since she regained her movements completely, and the vampire did not deny being her owner, Chlloe became much more affectionate, with her tail wiggling for the brunette.

"Come to the fire before you freeze naked."

They went to the shelter, Carmilla sat by the fire, the dog's head on her leg. The furry growled.

"Come on," the vampire petted the furry's head, stopping the mumbling, giving way to sleepy snort. As much as she complained, the affection of her dog and the astronomer was being her salvation. If she had to be alone, Carmilla would go crazy with desire, because she lied.

Carmilla didn't know what to do to with Laura's fear, what they could do, when all she wanted most was to love the blonde, but her real self frightened her. Her eyes were filling with water.

Why did it hurt so much?

When she noticed, a smooth and warm tongue licked her face, Chlloe felt her owner's sadness, put her paws on her shoulders, giving the best doggish hug, but let the human hands and arms take place, hugging the vampire who, not complain about the inevitable nudity.

"There, there, don't cry," soothed the shapeshifter, squeezing her arms.

"How about a threesome?" said a naked snake entering the shelter.

The brunette stiffened.

"Nope," Chlloe grabbed the scaly's hand and pulled it out of sight of the vampire wiping the tears.

Carmilla no longer felt the smoldering couple's presence, so she guessed they would have crossed the border. She finished looking at the booklet of the plagues and legends of dark ages. It had a thick cover, and the edge burned, apparently a victim of the inquisition. With no creature to be killed, she scrutinized the Spanish girl's drawn scrolls of stars and constellations, precise in each star - precision that she impressed - nor did she notice the hours spent. It was dark and nothing of Thalia.

Hopefully, the young woman would have disappeared with that redhead.

"What can I do Laura? All I want most is you, argh!" The thirst returned to pump her senses, her fingers tangled in her hair, her hands tightened on her head. She had gone through her books, trying to distract her mind. She was going far away, watching the ruins, but nothing extinguished the spark ignited by the journalist. The tense conversation with Norma and Garu revealed the reason behind Mina's smile.

All of that was a fun game of torture for the judge.

The vampire closed her eyes, saw the room, the bed and the blonde on the sheets. The wind stopped, a sharp silence hit her, along with her name.

Mircalla, Mircalla, Mircalla Karnstein. Echoed a ghostly voice.

She ran outside, a gust of air hit her, Laura's scent.

"Laura!" she called at the runway to the inn. Something bad, something terrible, sucked her heart out.

Arriving at the inn, she entered through the window and saw her things overturned, the crystal on one side, the books on the other. A trail of blood on the floor. Down the stairs, going to the bar, a mess. Where Danny's hands were tied up over her head, a broken nose, and several bites in her neck.

"Thalia?" But would the young woman have deceived her then? She was much younger. Would she have the courage to deceive someone who could kill her? The brunette released the woodcutter and laid her on the wood floor. In the kitchen, she found Perry and LaF unconscious, with their necks in the same condition as Danny.

Carmilla took Danny to them. Laura wasn't there, which reinforced the hypothesis of a betrayal by the astronomer, otherwise there would be a blonde's body in the room.

CARMILLA, YOU DUMBASS! Self-proclaimed. She was so distracted and emotionally fragile for Laura that she allowed herself to trust the Spanish fan.

She would not stay like this. She was going to murder that brat in front of her love if need be.

The biker ran to the closet in the bedroom, opened the bottom under her clothes, took out Doran's pistol, saw the last bullet, and grabbed her bracelet and the crystal. The vampire took one last look at the residents. Best medicine was rest. LaF woke up disoriented.

"Lie down, you three," she said. Said right before running away, LaF would have yelled something, but she couldn't hear from a distance. Avalanche was gone, so she searched the city for her motorcycle, finding it parked on Punkt's sidewalk.

She kicked in the front door. Nobody noticed her in the middle of the trivial mob of drunks. The brunette searched with her eyes until she stopped on the back of a girl with purple hair sitting on the stool at the counter. Carmilla frowned furiously, clenched her fist, pulling Tomb out of her belt, pulling the hammer carrying the last shot, aiming the gun at the traitor's head.

Then something strange happened. Thalia didn't move, she seemed oblivious to all the mess, her body slid sideways, fainting on the counter, a girl with blond hair thrown to the side stood up behind her. Lips red as her eyes, popped fangs, provocative dress with a scarf tied around her neck. That killer look, Carmilla, never forgot about it.

"Edda?" said Carm, lowering the weapon.

"Hello Mircalla, how long," she smiled with the red running down her lips. "We have to talk, but not here."

Carmilla froze. It was Laura. Laura's body, but the look, the person who spoke and walked to the back of the bar was someone else from a further time. They came out into the alley behind a frozen metal staircase, the blonde wearing a soldier's coat. She leaned against the wall with a glass of whiskey between her fingers.

"Nothing to say to me?" asked that blonde woman, she calmly looking at the brunette. "Really nothing to add, or maybe apologize, to your girlfriend, the one you cheated, betrayed, and killed?"

"Edda, what did to Laura?" She gasped. Panic was inevitable. Edda threw the glass at the biker as she deflected.

"Don't you dare, putting another woman's name in your mouth, while I'm standing here. Even I knowing that you like to put something else of a woman inside your mouth." The blonde turned her back on the vampire. "She's still in here somewhere. I'll find her, and finish her, but now I'm going to finish you, Mircalla."

Carmilla felt thunder pierce her kidney, and in the blink of an eye she was being pushed up the mountain. Edda wielded a long bayonet on the side of the brunette's belly, pushing her through the woods outside the city.

"I'll make you remember what you did, but first you'll forget Laura, isn't she now, she'll never be here again. I'll kill you, and it's going to be really bad, Mircalla." She twisted the blade, drawing screams of pain and agony together .

"Edda stop! What happened between us," Carmilla tried to free herself, but the blonde had inhuman strength, squeezing her arm and plunging the blade to the hilt.

"What happened between us, what we did, I thought we loved each other. All those nights I give myself to you." The blonde clenched her fangs, repulsed by the thoughts of the awakening nights with the vampire.

The carmine ran, staining the snow.

"What happened? How do you still?" asked Carmilla. The seventeenth-century noblewoman smiled bitterly as she took off her handkerchief. The brunette bulged her eyes, seeing the thirteen rubies glowing on the journalist's neck.

"You really thought it was just that, deliver us and that's it. I've been here since the beginning, since you killed me, feeding me to your friends." The Countess of Glassland put in a kick that threw Countess Karnstein away.

"Feed you?" Carmilla thought to herself, it was her task to find and seduce the virgins for her Mother, but she never knew what the girls ended up was, but it raised a question. Inside the blood prison, she witnessed unspeakable abominations, tortures, mutilations, even collective violations. Thought was her punishment, but if certain of the conclusions sided by the lines, everything she saw in blood was the end given to each of her conquests. "Edda..." The eyes of the vampire were full of horror.

"I'll show you what happened, Mircalla!" The brunette was dragged by the neck to a tree where three bayonets pierced through the shoulder and arm held her. "Now where do I start? How about Mia?"

Her gaze shifted, turned pleading, her lips curled into a disgusted pout.

"Remember me?"

"Mia," gasped Carmilla, seeing the honey-colored eyes of the Duke of Malmo's daughter.

"Tell her Mia," The voice wavered from Laura's stronger tone that would be Edda's, then tuned to a more scared tone, Mia.

"They hurt me; they hurt me a lot," she trembled her voice. "Do you remember?"

Carmilla lowered her face.

"LOOK AT ME WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU!" she yelled another tone.

"Evelyn," Incredulous before the rosy eyes of the princess of Denmark.

The former Mircalla stared at the sayings and confirmations of the end of each of her lovers under Laura's face and blood.

"Nothing to say?" Edda took back the control with red eyes. "You were there, you helped, and you deceived."

"What you going to do with Laura?" She asked, staring at the puddle of her red.

"You expect me to say I'll leave her after killing you? I'll keep her body, this world has a lot, at least what I've seen in people's blood, Thalia's was the best so far, it's a pity she's so young, it would be better if she was at your age." Edda went to her lover, and at once stuck her fingers in the gash in Carmilla's stomach. "Should I rip out your intestines, or your kidneys, or all the organs, one by one?"

Slowly, the countess's fingers moved between the vampire's guts, howling in pain.

"WAKE UP LAURA!!! AAAAAAHHH!!!" The pain was excruciating, dragging and pushing the smallest spaces between the ribs and the lungs. "LAURAAAAAA!!!"

"She's not here, she's not anywhere, but I'm going to find her, and I'm going to tear her into a thousand pieces. I'll also make her suffer a lot, AS WE SUFFERED!" Carmilla tried to pull the choker, but it was fused to the skin. She pulled with a little more force and the journalist's blood squirted in her face. "Do it Mircalla, tear Laura's throat!"

The biker screamed until her pharynx was almost undone, her feet were digging into the ground, exposing the dark earth, her blood bathing the blonde's arm.

"Found it," Edda said, surprised, feeling the heart of the vampire. "You have one, and it beats, I didn't think you had one." She withdrew her arm, taking her fingers to her mouth, tasting it.

"Forgive me... Laura," she gasped.

"I told you she didn't..." the sudden release of the other surprised the blonde vampire.

The two vampires grappled, moving violently in the dark forest, snow scraping with each step, tree trunks blown apart by their rough passage. Edda threw Carmilla into the far end of the forest. The brunette stood on snow-covered wooden boards, a rope bridge forgotten by time.

She saw Laura at the beginning of the bridge, but it wasn't her. The blonde cut the ropes with the bayonets. The last sight had been of the journalist disappearing at the top, before being crushed by it on the roof of an abandoned building. Letting her angel pour out her punishment, dragging her heel over the ice in the white fall of Lake Féher Esik (White Fall).

The brunette saw the city far away.

The minutes before dawn are the darkest. It was Laura; she wasn't; it was the two of them, and the others. Was Ell there too? Probably the girl she had loved and killed. Her body was broken, and her heart was crying, for every life she'd deceived in the worst way, seducing them to a horrible death, but worst of all, she now saw so much more sense in dying, she deserved to be killed; killed by Edda, dead by Laura's hands, but then, after her, it was her lover to be killed, leaving her body to wander into the Countess's hands.

"You didn't change," said the noblewoman, sitting on the biker's thighs and tearing her clothes apart. "If wasn't the cut, it would be like in our nights, right Mircalla," she tore her bra, filling her hands with the brunette's breasts. "Everything goes at the same," the blonde lowered, leaving marks on her lap and neck until she finally bites.

Carmilla moaned from the contact. Her fangs ached, but her hands were gentle on her chest, pumping even faster, because was Laura's image. At one point, the blonde released her neck, running her tongue over her chin and burying it in her mouth.

I deserve it; be killed, murdered by this person. Thought the brunette letting herself be carried away in the thirsty kiss, more and more needy, the journalist walked away, but the brunette went after for more, leaving Laura's body sitting in her lap.

"Mircalla," She gasped between crimson-flavored kisses, releasing warm clouds, but the older vampire didn't seem to care about anything but desire, advancing in kisses on her neck, possessing the blonde's lips unafraid of true colors, panting with the caresses. "What do you think you are going to do?" She asked, holding Tomb in the other's hand.

"You can kill me with it," she handed over the gun. Edda hugged and kissed Carmilla, laying her down as the barrel of the gun plunged into the wound. The brunette felt all her organs twitching.

BAAANG!

The blonde broke the kiss to bite her neck. It was done. Carmilla no longer felt anything, not even the screaming pain of the bronze, seeing the city, the sun rising over the high mountains, the rays of light reaching the vampires. The brunette reached into her belt for the icy crystal, keeping it between her fingers.

"Laura..." she called, hugging the neck of her lover.

"Mircalla..." Edda was coughing, choking with her veins bouncing. "What you have done?" She spat out the blood.

"Laura..." Her blood was spreading, staining the ice, running down the white fall.

Edda tried to free herself, but her strength was gone, her veins were heavy. Carmilla unwrapped the collar.

"MIRCALLAAA!!!" Roared the blonde just before the choker was violently ripped out her throat and, hanging her head.

"Laura..." she called with their blood running down and painting the red fall.