The moon was preparing to give up the sky for the sun, Treffen plunged into his last sleep before the rooster crows, the end of the night followed in the most sublime silence, the contagious and intoxicating sensation of the mountains, with the lite breath of the wind at the top of the mountains.

"What's going on with me?!" The vampire questioned in her mind "Why did I go after her?!"

Carmilla buried her fingertips in the window chest below Laura's room. Her thoughts guided her to the second when she heard the dog mention the blonde's absence and, as it was after feeling that, Laura was not at the inn. It seemed like a big bad joke, orchestrated by her keen senses - well stocked - so what was it? When she found herself in confusion. She held Laura's body unconscious.

"Why?"

"Why?"

"Why?"

"Why?"

Much more than four reasons why tormented the brunette's mind. The journalist's little heat was even enough to burn Carmilla inexplicably, her fangs itched, she wanted to devour every inch of that girl, all her blood and, whatever else she had, the vampire wanted.

In a trance for a few seconds. The blonde in disguise, so helpless in her arms, her hair smeared with black grease staining her chest, her waist turned from pants soaked in melted ice and blood.

What a horrible picture ...

"How beautiful," She said when looked at Laura's face so close to hers.

Returning from dreamland, Perry, and LaF's big rush taking care of Laura was heard from downstairs. By that time, Carmilla had done what she could, wiping the blood and black grease from the journalist's hair, and red and black remains still tinted the vampire's body.

"But what happened my god?!" Perry holding Laura's hands while rolls of bandages jumped with LaF along the needle, thread, bandages, band-aids, and Merthiolate taking care of the first aid.

"Why? Why did I worry about that?" She asked with the sensation of the blonde's hair between her fingers.

Downstairs, the vampire released the parapet she was crushing in her hands and turned to the empty courtyard with a loud sigh.

"You will not die... stay another night..." She said before disappearing in the forest.

***

Five kilometers up the mountain, with the shovel in one hand, and one of those things body at her back, Carmilla walked with the snow above her knees. It was no big deal, a German deserter on her back, it was a threat that tried to kill her; your Laura.

The soulless vampire slapped herself as soon as, she thought her Laura. The thought tortured her, but it just had to close her eyes and, she felt the heartbeat of the Galician as if she had her face on Laura's chest, lost in an embrace.

"Carmilla Skandratt, stop it! And bury that useless!" She shouted at herself and, a little snow fell on her legs. "Shit... why did you have to be so big?" She scolded pulling the buried legs.

All that pain in the ass, she might as well drop it where she killed him, but Doran would certainly sniff the body and find a way to use against her and wasn't a good idea something liked with Laura. Or else, would be trouble.

"Just stop that Carmilla! Stop thinking about that stupid girl! And just bury that thing," Roared digging a hole fifteen kilometers farther up the mountain.

The sun was soft and pale. Carmilla had just finished burying the dead ham when at last it was over, she remembered Theo's body, and it was gone, but until then they would certainly believe the story of the killer bear, the death of humans mattered little. There was nothing to be done and, unbeknownst to her, Laura's heart-pounding was the only thing that mattered to her, at least.

***

About ten miles down the mountain, more precisely in the last quarter to the right of the stairs at Mrs. Perry's inn.

"I don't know Danny," She answered with everyone staring at.

"Laura, seriously," Danny was tightening her torn jacket.

"Danny, please, don't you see that she's exhausted?" Perry argued with the tense situation.

"I know, I'm too, but I need to know what happened," Danny replied holding the disgusting bitterness of what she saw. "What do you remember?" The journalist didn't even know where to start, or if she should, everything had been too absurd to be real.

The journalist tightened the sheets on her lap, looked at the bed and the cold burns on her fingers, then looked at Danny's dark circles, her dirty clothes with something dark and with a metallic aroma.

"Laura, please," The woodcutter insisted. "What happened?"

"Look, Danny, maybe she hit her head," Perry tried to calm the nerves.

"No, it didn't," LaF said just correcting and, looking at the innkeeper's frown. "Oops, but she didn't,"

"Laura, I have to know," She asked holding her bandaged hand.

"But, I don't know," The Galician tried to say something, but it was still impossible to do it without murdering sanity and, not to mention, a certain person.

"Carmilla," Commented Perry arguing with the others and, was the only word that Laura fished from the conversation.

"What have with her?" Asked the blonde one.

"She must know, she brought you," Replied LaF.

"What?" The blonde's words were swallowed by the angry lumberjack's questions.

"Carmilla?! Was she, who did that?! Was Carmilla that hurt you?!"

"Calm down Danny. She's hurt, but any other dumbass would get frostbites walking in the snow. It was Carmilla who brought Laura yesterday, and it looked like a fairy tale scene," The doctor looked at the ceiling reminiscing. "Carmilla went in carrying Laura in her arms," LaF was mimicking Carmilla and using Perry as an unconscious Laura in her arms.

The journalist couldn't hide the blushed face.

The woodcutter was plunging into anger. Laura can see everyone's lack of sleep, except for Kirsch, who seemed to be just fighting a hangover. She remembered the crows, the creature; and Carmilla, in the same second the brunette appeared behind the woodcutter.

"Carm," Their eyes locked with an entire room between them.

"You!" Danny growled, addressing the feisty 1.60 and lifting her against the wall, tightening the collar of her shirt. "You did that!" Their faces were level without the brunette touching the ground. "What have you done?!"

Carmilla felt the edge of the ax in her throat, her senses soaked with the blonde's presence were shaping at the moment, with each vein jumping ready to smash her attacker.

"Danny stop!" Shouted Laura holding the ax handle and Danny's shoulder. "Stop, please! She did nothing to me," Her body fell forward. "she saved me..."

"Laura!" Danny called to be pulled by Kirsch and LaF, while Laura fell on Carmilla cushioning the fall.

"Enough!! Exclaimed Perry. "Now, let her rest, you two come with me!" Ordered aiming furiously at the woodcutter and the vampire.

Kirsch let go of the enraged redhead and, taking Laura to the bed completely unconscious, LaF took care that the bandages did not open.

"Come on, both of you, get down here!" Perry sputtered from the bar.

The two went down the stairs exchanging angry looks, but nothing was more frightening than the frown of the owner of the place. Nothing worse than an angry mother. Danny sat at the counter, Carmilla took the bench farthest from the two.

"Girl you here?" Surprised asked Guto handing him a glass of vodka. He offered the lumberjack a glass. The boy seemed delighted with the vampire, doing everything without taking his eyes off her.

"Do you know her?" Danny asked.

"But of course, she is the woman I worked for, and I got five sandwiches as payment," He replied happily. "I was her guide until..." A drop of sweat fell down his temple with the piercing gaze of the vampire with an eyebrow arched.

"Until?" Asked Danny.

"Until here. More vodka?" He replied nervously.

"I needed a place to stay," Completed Carm turning the glass in her throat.

"Really?" With disdain between the teeth, the woodcutter turned the glass almost as fast as the opponent.

"Yes, just that, what else?" Cold as usual Carmilla turned another glass as soon as Guto filled it.

"I saw the trail," Danny continued the undeclared drinking competition.

"Whatever is, I don't care?" Another glass.

"Danny," Perry called in an attempt to stop the unnecessary interrogation, in her opinion, and went to the kitchen to handle dinner.

"I went looking for Theo with Kirsch yesterday," Another glass and faster than the brunette. "and I found him," She looked at Carmilla without taking the glass out of her mouth.

The vampire narrowly showed something, as she could see Hellsing's face in the eyes of the woodcutter, who knew how to play with words without saying them, but Carmilla also knew that game and, she saw herself facing the daughter of the Duke of Offenesfeld at the age of 14 in a ball at the Palace of Versailles - a skilled 17-year-old player.

"Good," It didn't matter to her. Danny stopped herself from yelling it.

"I found him dead," The woodcutter had waited for Perry to walk away to tell such news.

"My condolences," The vampire found the difference with the duke's daughter, as she would not have said anything and still would have taken away the truth. "Drunks, right?" It was Carmilla's turn to see the woodcutter with the glass on her lips trying to hide her anger.

"Yeah, he drank a lot," The redhead was playing with words again. "But tell me what happened last night, you brought Laura here," Another glass.

It was evident that Danny would not be convinced by any word from the vampire.

Carmilla stammered. The damn countenance of that cunning girl at the ball, but the vampire's speech had been interrupted by a crash from the stairs.

"I went for a walk!" Shouted Laura, finishing the stairway. Kirsch was despaired running after her.
"I swear I tried to stop her but," The boy fumbled and neither he nor Danny understood how fast Carmilla went to the journalist on the floor.

"I wanted to walk and find Theo but, I slipped, then I rolled the mountain, must be there then I lost my coat and hat and..."
"And I wanted a bit of fresh air when I found her," Carmilla started as soon as Laura looked at her after the and. "She was freezing, must have passed out with the soft snow, could be soft, smooth, and yet can kill you."

"Fresh air?" Danny shot her taking the bottle of Guto, who filled her glass. The woodcutter squeezed the ax towards the vampire when Perry returned from the kitchen.

"You saw Danny, everything explained," Said the owner of the inn who had sensitive ears.

"That's it," Laura looked at Danny, who wouldn't contest her words.

"Where's LaF?" Perry asked with a tray of cupcakes.

"Sleeping," Replied Kirsch.

"That's fine, everyone should rest," The big mom suggested. "You two can stay here."

"No, I'm going home." Danny turned to the door.

"Danny," Laura called, noticing the redhead's sudden movements.

"It's okay Laura, I have things to do, rest and don't be alone, take care of her Perry," The woodcutter picked up her coat and, Kirsch went with her to the woodcutter's dormitory.

"Guto, please get the dishes in the kitchen for me," Perry said before offering help to the patient.

"I'll take her," said Carmilla, putting the blonde's arm around her neck.

***
"Thanks," Laura thanked as soon as they entered the bedroom. Chello hopped between her feet.

The brunette kept silent staring at the window, helped the patient to sit on the bed, just before they were face to face, while the dog climbed on the bed.

"Are you okay?" Laura's voice invaded Carmilla's mind.

'Shit' She thought with what she wanted so close.

"I'm great," She answered, and Laura was already pulling her hand.

"Liar, you're hurt, aren't you? That thing bit you, what was that thing?"

"Nothing Cupcake," Carmilla pushed the blonde's hair away. "I'm fine, you don't have to worry about anything," Those words came out warmer than they should have. Unable to look the other in the eye, the vampire turned the door.

"Wait, let me see it," Laura stood up in a failed jump, ending up grabbing between the vampire's shoulder and neck - just the left side. In automatic response, Carmilla turned and grabbed the Galician falling with her on the bed on top of the puppy.

With their faces so close, Carmilla on top with her eyebrows curls in pain. Laura then released her hand from the wound that had dyed her fingers red.

"Carm," Laura lifted her face slightly, brushing her lips on the other's lips by chance, but at that point, the vampire was paralyzed, any movement of her would end with the blonde's neck in her mouth.

Luckily, Chello's tearful and loud grumbles made them leave that position. They sat on the bed with a small space between them.

The sun almost disappearing in the mountain range gave way to the night veil, Perry put the finishing touches on dinner, certainly, he would not even call Laura, it would be better if she slept. The curtains in the Galician's room remained immobile, the closed windows allowed the darkness to take over more quickly. With all the certainties that would be in that heart, Carmilla did not hear a single word from Laura.

"Please, you have to explain to me," Laura said.

'Why that? What's going on with me?' Carmilla asked in her mind, she looked at the puppy on Laura's lap."That bug, all these problems, and you..." She looked at Laura's eyes.

The eyes of both were linked like magnets even in the shadows, with the same magnetic attraction the vampire was approaching, for an instant she forgot everything and, her eyes flashed red, the blonde gave a slight spasm behind, but the vampire held her by the arms. Laura had frozen, if she didn't know what to think of what had happened, what will she say now in front of another creature of the night?

Their gaze dropped once the vampire followed her predatory instinct towards the blonde's throat - her veins were sharp as ink on the paper - pulsing fast, to the sound of the ragged breath coming from the half-open mouth. Carmilla's fangs hid in the shadows.

'What is it?' Laura wondered, feeling something sharp brush her neck.

The brunette's hands slid down her torso, down her ribs, stopping her fingertips inside the bunny print pajama pants.