"Ouch." Muttered Carmilla. Cursing the bastard who pulled that fucking trigger.

She sat on the bed's edge. Took the wolf's revolver in her hands. "Tomb," she read on the side of the gun. Maybe Snow Tomb by now, though.

Opening the gun barrel and taking out the empty bullet cartridges, one bullet left. She looked at the fireplace, closed her eyes, trying to hear Laura's heartbeat, but the only sound was a pecking at the window.

The crow outside almost exploded by her bad mood. Hit by the vampire's window, he jumped out of the house across the street towards the Carmilla; he landed awkwardly, a bit plucked, with a letter in his beak, croaking at the recipient.

The brunette took the letter in that black beak and thanked it for pure politeness. The crow took flight and disappeared between the buildings. Carmilla opened the envelope with the Brandsnake serpent seal in golden wax.

Mircalla Karnstein,

the governor of Styria summons you for a meeting at Clausa castle. Today by the noon, must come alone; in case of refusing the summon, we will declare you an enemy of the Austrian government, thus declaring your enemy position, forcing us to assume an aggressive stance in favor of your hunting and execution, including your human Laura Hollster,

Midas Brandsnake.

Carmilla crumpled the parchment. Not so soon they'll leave her alone. An obvious ambush, but it wouldn't be smart not to go, refuse to attend would be to sign a declaration of war. No place would be safe, not even for Laura, a member of her clan.

Nighters and their clans, nothing without one, and made up of anything considered alive or not dead. The vampire knew these terms well. Even Chello had a group of two with her, and the little dog died for their clan of two .

A slight fever, but Carm ignored it, finished tying her hair, pulling the fringe into two side braids, tied to the silver rose-shaped barrette at the nape. She wore a dark shirt, aqua green pants, and Garu's coat. The hangman's clothes were a little loose, but she was decent, presentable for the supposed date or a very nice date with the blonde. She tried to concentrate by taking a deep breath. Not a good idea to be distracted, even by her human.

Leaving the room, the vampire took one last look at Death Kiss resting on the doorframe. She held out her palm in front of the handle, watching the blade, and her veins fluttered under the effect of the bronze still running through her body.

I'll be without Death in this trap. But I have the fist of Winter with me and a knight's escape if I need it. Taking weapons for a summon is not very polite, but they don't know what proper weapons are, she thought.

Carmilla walked down the stairs, heading straight for the sidewalk in front of the bar. The street was in a lack of people, the sun still resting behind the high mountains. She checked for ice in the motorcycle's engine, named Avalanche. Half-full tank and the journey was long. She looked at the side bike and, without thinking, ripped off the neighboring tank, bending the metal like a funnel inside the neck of fuel from her mount. The brunette leaned back on the bench while the tank filled up. And a slight dizziness pulled her brain aside.

She rubbed her forehead, questioning herself what the hell was that. The tank was full, so she squeezed the metal, undoing the funnel to return it without noticing the theft, and suddenly the metal was stiffer, almost impossible to mold; she stared at her hand, not understanding how she lacked strength, then her back squeaked and the sound of the shot surfaced in her memory, but the back wound already healed up. She sat on the bike after returning the tank a little crookedly, staring at the ground, squeezing the knees.

"Mircalla," called a voice close to her, then a hand caressed her cheek. The vampire repelled the cuddling by squeezing the girl's wrist in front of her. "Okay, okay, sorry, I don't call you that anymore," Laura cried with a twisted wrist.

"Cupcake!" Carm released her immediately. "Sorry, I thought it was someone else."

"It's okay, I like strong girls," Laura forced a smile, besides de grim face revealing the pain.

The vampire took the journalist to the bar and asked the bartender for a compress; he handed over a basin of hot water and a towel. Carmilla wrapped Laura's hand with the warm towel, regretting her sharp reflex.

"I thought it was an enemy, I'm sorry." Then the renegade lost the look in the blonde's eyes; suddenly the pain and regret disappeared; they faced each other in a menacing way, like a game of poker with anything to go by, chips on the table, all you had to do was bluff, provoke the other, play with what each one had, bet and turn over the cards. Who had the best hand?

"Mircalla? Is it a nickname?" Laura tilted her face (Pair).

"Old, I prefer Carmilla now," The vampire leaned her back on the counter and lolled her neck back (Two pairs).

"I heard they calling you, I thought was beautiful, but I think you're right, Carmilla is prettier and the nickname is cute, Carm," Laura sighed smiling in the corner (Flush straight into the vampire's heart).

"And yours? Hollster, Hollis," she was moving her hands up Laura's arm, while passing her eyes on her lap to end up closing the distance between their faces, resting her hands on the blonde's knees (Full House).

"It's a boring story and." She forgot how to breathe with the proximity of Carmilla.

"I think nothing about you sounds boring," Carm whispered in Laura's ear. THe brunette smiled at how she affects the other.

"Carm," gasped Laura, biting the lip (Royal Straight Flush, human wins the table).

That was too much, even for a 200-year-old vampire. She looked away, pressing a hand on her mouth. Thirst hit her like a lightning bolt; she tried to calm herself by ordering two mugs of hot chocolate. Laura ended up laughing at the other's flustered reaction.

"So Carm, what's up for today?" Asked Laura, drinking the chocolate.

"I'm going to meet Brandsnake. But don't ask me why he wants to see me." She sipped a little chocolate, still bothered to eat, but would not allow this weakness to show in front of her beloved. The blonde's expression turned sour as she read the governor's letter.

"You can't go. Obvious it's a trap, the name of the place is 'Locked castle'," Said Laura squeezing the letter between her fingers.

"How you know?" laughed the vampire.

"I know a bit of Latin. Your books are in Latin too, aren't they?"

"I don't think it's Latin." said Carm, thinking on those old books.

"Carm, don't go, it's dangerous." Laura leaned her body over the other, laying her face on the brunette's chest without leaving the bench.

"Cupcake, I know and I even expect an ambush, but I can't escape. Otherwise I won't have peace and neither will you," Carmilla fondled the journalist back till finally hugging her. "I can trust Brandsnake's word. He is the type that would leave in writing: 'COME HERE NOW TO BE KILLED' he would say that. He is extremely honorable. Wouldn't do anything under covered. I'll be back, specially to see you." Laura looked up when a drunk bumped into the vampire's seat, knocking her off balance. The biker fell, taking the journalist with her.

After passing three flying chairs and eighteen bottles of rum, the pair left the bar. Carmilla started the motorcycle to warm the engine and Laura admired her with the machine.

"Can we see each other later? After that," Laura asked shyly.

"Want to make sure I'll back alive?" mocked.

"It's not that, I mean, not that I don't you back alive, of course I want you back alive, and, COME ON! I'm talking about on have a date with you. You dummy." Laura blushed and every second of silence was extra points for the biker girl.

"I would love it." Carmilla replied, getting off the bike. "How about at sunset? It can be in my room where we'll be more comfortable." She smiled, taking the tip of Laura's braid.

Laura gave a slight laugh before stepping forward, tugging at the vampire's collar and giving her a peck.

"Laura, outside?" snorted Carmilla. A bit stuck on a different time.

"People here don't care about this. There's a war right there and, war is a problem, not love," she smiled at the brunette who smiled in the same proportion.

They said goodbye with a long hug and an appointment at the sunset.

***

The vampire's hair danced at the chilling wind from the dead road to Clausa Castle. Avalanche's engine was the only sound in the landscape, among the crooked trees, snow, gray leaves and moss green, the frozen nature of the mountain range valleys.

They could have chosen another place. The Clumosnake Fort, she thought. The fort was a place of torture, giving out that was a trap. A fucking obvious place, putting down the basilisk's word. Why Clausa on the state border? Anyway, she imagined how she would defend herself in case of an attack.

They would attack like imbeciles of a dumb horde. At first glance she would be unarmed, but Carmilla understood that gauntlet on her wrist and arm, the gift of her true mother. The winter gauntlet. This was not a banal single-purpose object. That defense was also an attack, a powerful kick of a mule's punch.

She went straight through a curve, breaking the protection grid. Snow and dirt flew along with the remains of the grid, raising the front of the bike, landing, and jumping with the back tire crossing the parallel roads. Carm wasn't in the mood to go through the entire zigzag on the mountainside.

She was on the other side of the mountain range, Upper Austria territory, a few more kilometers, and she would be where she didn't want to be.

***

Knights in armor with harpy designs on the shoulder pads. At the entrance to the estate's gardens, feathers on top of the helmet adorned their jousting spears and pink cloaks; they moved with shuffling feet and hanging their limbs as if they were going to fall. They opened the gate for the vampire's bike.

"Great, they brought these rotten ones here," she muttered as she passed the armed zombies. She parked at the foot of the entrance steps to the Scandinavian castle; five floors of milky rock, four towers with a water green roof, one of the confinement castles. Stuart received her, bowing as if she were noble.

"Madam, they await for you in the main gallery, please come with me." said the butler, guiding her directly to the gallery. Carmilla watched the 17th-century horror show painted on the pictures hanging on each wall, continuing with the horrendous parade of dresses with pounds of wigs that would have pleased Marie Antoinette.

"Mircalla, I thank you for answer to my call." called the voice of Midas, seated at the end of the hall on a throne flanked by torches in the shape of a horse. The basilisk's eyes were hidden behind black and round lenses. Dark clothes adorned with greenish threads and the hair very well groomed back.

"Yes! I won the, you can pay me now, feather ass!" blatantly said the man near the throne. Blond with tanned skin, stubble and light robes with a short maple cape. The gambler's cheerful voice directed the vampire's eyes to two more figures on the throne's other side.

"The bet was she would be arrested!" Exclaimed the young man in the garish blue dress. Those hazel eyes and bad taste from the last century could only be the Vulnerata twins, Tobias and Judith.

"Save your gambler's spirit for later, Icarus. I didn't call you here for a bet, but to ensure that there is no misunderstanding with the lone one." He looked at the girl and she knew that the look was on her, even with the glasses on. The basilisk's gaze was stifling.

"And I came to prove that I have no connection with the Morgan clan, nor do I crave any quarrel with the rulers of this land." Said calmly. It impressed Icarus. The vampire he'd met was just a child, an explosive newborn in the night, quite different from the straight and well-aligned vampire in front of them, serious and steady in voice.

"I believe in Mircalla, that's why I bet you would come to the meeting with no fear." Icarus bowed his head. Judith, however, was not at all pleased.

"Are you out of your mind?! A statement is nothing, a traitor's word isn't true, and it doesn't erase what she and her mother did." Snarled the twin, holding up the enormous wig.

"Really? Among us, and you want to roll over the past? Besides this traitor you say is the next centurion in here." Said Icarus."

"Centurion?" The vampire asked. Not only her, even Louis XVI's relatives gasped with the news.

"It just arrived to the capitals: Mina Halker of the third court, intervenes for you in the Wallach council," Midas replied, resting his head on his hand with his elbow resting on the throne.

"This is an outrage, gentlemen! What are you thinking about when you hand over a position of trust to a traitor like her?!" Judite's wig almost fell off if it wasn't for her brother's help.

"Moderate your tone, Miss," Midas fingered his glasses, making the twins shudder. "This is something for Wallach to decide and, I remind you I summoned you as the closest lords in the region, to reintroduce this nighter, liking it or not, she's one of us, and I wanted you to hear from herself. We won't have a problem with you, right Mircalla?"

Carmilla started a word, but Tobias and his hysterical sister cut it off.

"Are you completely out of your own mind, Midas?! How do you trust a Morgan servant?! Didn't you notice the smell of sandstone? She must have killed her own again. Our blood, innocent nocturnals," said the twin in his white knee socks and fuchsia heels.

"She is a spy and soon we will be in the hands of her mother! I don't trust her, I will never trust a servant of that evil and unscrupulous mother of hers." Completed the female copy of the King of Portugal in 1500.

"With all the respect I have, but I cannot remain silent in the face of such absurdity from you young lords, as it was not your own lord father who gave the vote of confidence to Doran Schaf? The deposed centurion who, had a high tolerance for growlers, worst of it, the wolf had relations with them. Perhaps the judgment to be avoided here is yours." Icarus smiled from the aim of truth on the credibility of the Vulnerata.

"Pardon Mr. Quasimodo," Judite mocked, breaking Icarus smile. "If a traitor pleases you, be happy to have one, but we, Vulnerata."

"We'll never accept this bastard," Tobias completed.

"Did you come out of the same harpy egg?" Questioned Carmilla to the mannequins of the Budapest museum. "Or is the yolk rotten in the entire family? I took more shots than I would have liked, and the sandstone you are talking about was because of that moonstruck imbecile. I had to put an end to the growlers, take a stab of the third court, and battle the Schaf gang. If you want to talk about treachery, look at who you trusted, before opening your duckbill." Said Carm.

"Watch your mouth," Judite pointed her finger at the vampire, but a tear opened in one of the largest paintings with just a look of Midas, silencing any comment.

"Enough at small talk for today. I summoned you to assure on both sides that there will be no problem with lone one. That's our law." Midas stood up and walked over to the renegade. "On her knees, young one" She did so before the governor, he touched her shoulder in a bureaucratic gesture of peace. "Mircalla Karnstein, your past lies down here, stand up Carmilla Skandratt."

The harpy twins weren't happy with the ceremony, but no one in Salzburg would ever challenge the eyes of a three-thousand-year-old basilisk. Icarus was running after Tobias, taking the bet. Judite went to the bedroom tapping her heels, furious with Brandsnake's decision. Soon after Carmilla ran to her motorcycle, thirsty to finish this boring formality and meet Laura.

"Wait a minute, Carmilla." It was Icarus, passing through the door with Midas. "I wanted to thank you, I loved the one with the egg yolk," the manticore descendant laughed, giving the vampire a hug, who even liked the affection. Icarus Dermaleonta, warm, vivacious, very different from Midas. Hardly you would say they were best friends since childhood (just a few centuries ago).

"I hope I don't have any problems after today." Said the basilisk, coming down the stairs.

"Don't you hate traitors?" She replied.

"I hate it, but you're not the same dumb girl from years ago. I didn't believe it at the beginning. But your behavior changed my mind, the way you acted in front of Laura's sentence, the way you behaved today just now and..."

"Yes, yes! Stronger! Don't stop, I'm almost there!!! YEEEEEEES!!!" Sophia's voice came from the third-floor window.

"...and not roll like a weasel with my daughter, or the first coachman of the harpies to appear." Midas rested his face on one of his hands in denial.

"Calm down, you know how those children are. Remember that we used to do the same things at her age, even more." Icarus patted his friend on the back.

"That's not an excuse. This one is half the age of my daughter and has way more sense," grumbled the governor.

In silence Carmilla climbed on the bike, adjusted the mirrors while the two parents complained about their children.

"Thank you," said the vampire.

"Don't thank me, I don't want the third court around again, and it's my duty as governor to assure no problems on my land. So you can have a life at least. Soon what happened here will reach the palaces of Vienna, Salzburg and Graz, no one will hunt Carmilla Karnstein, just maybe the mistresses of the traitor, Mircalla." Brandsnake turned to the castle, but upon hearing Sophia's voluptuous screams, he turned his back on the building. "But I would love to hunting a harpy coachman. I think I'll walk." Snorted hin sadly.

"I will too." Icarus matched the steps with his friend.

Carmilla warmed up the engine, felt dizzy again, and leaned on the gas tank. The scream from Sophia's room was louder than the engine's roar.

"Miss Carmilla, please wait." It was Stuart with a silver tray.

"Go on penguin."

"The governor asked me to deliver you this, a sample of empathy for you." He handed over the tray, a pair of leather driving gloves and a pilot sunglass. "Please accept, these would be gifts from a father, but as you can see, the governor's eldest daughter is not very interested in the role of daughter," a male scream came from that room. The vampire accepted the gifts, otherwise it would bite the hand that feeds you.

She had to put the gauntlet in her pocket; the gloves fit well, the beams on the back of her hand gleamed polished silver, the glasses covered her eyes, giving an even more adult look.

"Have a safe travel miss." Stuart bent down.

The door behind him opened to the corner, the coachman dropping to the ground, crawling backward, naked, carrying the clothes on his chest with his wig wrapped around his neck.

"Mercy! This is madness!" He shouted to Sophia on the threshold, dressed as a dominatrix.

"Don't want to play anymore, my pet? We were having so much fun." She cracked the coachman's whip on the ground. "Kitty," She saw the vampire. "Come here to show this floppy how to play." Sophia aimed at Carmilla, who sped up, throwing earth at the snake, leaving the property in hurry to meet Laura.

***

Carmilla finished the shower running, jumping into the room, hurried, nervous and anxious. She was thinking of the blonde's gaze when she saw her through the shop window, as she returned to town, passed the Hollis weaving mill, making a lot of noise on that bike, just to draw the attention of the journalist who smiled when she saw her alive. That smile stirred her, meeting her eyes warmed her, touching her made her whole body shiver, now feel her lips...

It was still an hour and a half before sunset and she found it interesting met her meeting at the foot of the mountain.

Meeting? Yes. Thinking straight, it was her first; she never had one, and it cooled her stomach while it warmed her heart. Somehow wanted to run away, but she also wanted to stay.

She went straight to the inn, but when she arrived she didn't hear Laura's heart, then remembered that the blonde was working.

Then, how about a little surprise?

Parking the bike behind the barn and, felt a strange smell coming from inside. "HOLLY FUCK! Another one?!" She kicked the door and saw a brown dog lying in the hay. The Animal barely saw her and wagged his crazy tail. Mad with joy, he dragged his hind legs that didn't help in the attempt to reach her. Until the paws became hands, the muzzle, a nose and the yips:

"Carmilla!" Shouted Chello. The girl recklessly knocked the vampire down, licked her face non-stop. "Carmilla, Carmilla, Carmilla," the dog repeated amid the affectionate licks. "Carmilla, Carmilla, Carmilla, Carmilla!!!" the green-haired girl cried. "You're alive, I thought you were dead, but you're here, Carmilla, Carmilla, Carmilla." She licked and tried to speak through her crying.

"I'm alive, now get off me," the vampire sat wiping the saliva from her face.

"You're alive. Oh, sorry, I can't control the canine impulses with one I love." The little dog sitting in front of Carmilla laughed.

"So, how are you alive? And why don't you put some clothes on?"

"Why put clothes? And I don't even know how I'm alive. That short girl left me in front of the inn and went in. I tried to protect Laura, but Mina kicked me out of a window, almost come to human again on that blow. Tried hard to defend Laura, but the lawyer broke me in another kick and when I woke up, they were gone; I'm sorry I didn't look up for you, but my legs haven't recovered yet. It seems these guys liked to kick me."

Chello's loyalty was touching. This girl was a staunch ally and devoted to the vampire; dogs love expecting nothing, without measuring how much they love, love and that's all.

"Glad you're alive." Said Carm as if she didn't care about Chello's life, but from then on, she saw someone to call a clan.

"Came up to see Laura, right? She is very kind, took care of me since then. She doesn't remember, but apparently you are together again. Wow, messed up your clothes, my bad." Chello apologized.

"It's okay, I think there's time to take another shower." Carmilla got up and went to the exit, rearranging her clothes. The dizziness returned, but stronger, and the vampire fell back against the door.

"Carmilla!" yelped the canine.

"I'm fine."

"Yeah, I see." Chello took the brunette in her arms to the hay. "How the hell are you standing with this? Looks like you bathed in fireplace mushrooms."

"Fuck no! Was that shit in that bullet?!" The vampire's back was on fire under the skin.

"Bullet?"

"Chello, you'll have to..." Carmilla was unbuttoning her blouse, panting. It was difficult to breathe.

"Call me Chlloe."

"Chloe?"

"Your name is an anagram, and you didn't even notice mine?" Her voice revealed some indignation. "Okay, what I have to do?"

"My back. I don't want this crap getting in my way with Laura. I thought had healed, but it seems it didn't." She took off her blouse. Squeezing the wooden pillar back for the canine. "You'll have to remove whatever's in my back."

"It will hurt."

"I know, hurry."

Chlloe closed her eyes to sharpen her touch, fingered Carmilla's back, stopping on the left side above the bra beam.

"Found it, right on top of the patella."

Then, go on, take it off."

"It's not that simple. The path is already closed. I'll have to open it again." The canine took a nose pliers from the tools hanging on nails on the wall, took off the underwear. Let the claws erupt in her fingertips and carefully made a slight cut at the patella. Carmilla ended up letting moans escape, trying not to scream. Almost there, hold on to," It was very careful, but inevitably, the Operation toy would be less painful. "Fuck." Said the doctor on duty, with the rest of the bullet crumbling in the tip of the pliers.

The brunette held on to the pillar. The crumbling metal spread through her body along with all the other substances in the center of the bullet, darkened veins popping out from the cut.

"I'm sorry!" Chlloe's canines jumped, and the girl snapped the vampire's back, tearing the skin, opening the way by bites. There was no time, and the victim of the bronze passed out.

***

It was hot inside, but the sweat freezing. Back in pain, her left arm was numb. The vampire opened her eyes and saw a dark ceiling. The smell of booze entered her nose. She was in her room at Punkt. But how?

A smooth and warm tongue licked her neck. Along with movements under the blanket, Chlloe's furry belly warmed the vampire. The dog growled at some pestilence.

"Woke up, my dear? So let's play?" The jararaca serpent invited curled up on her dormant left arm.

"Get off her! Intestine slice!" Chlloe yelled back to human.

"Dear lord, you're beautiful too." Sophia raised her eyebrows and, for the first time, the shapeshifter felt exposed. The two stayed in this provocation as Carmilla rolled out of bed.

The vampire grabbed her coat and, as fast as she could, and went to the inn. Unfortunately, the weakness body forced her to use the bike, she did not know how she got back to Punkt. It was night, just over eleven o'clock.

As soon as she arrived, she saw Danny leaving with Kirsch, both of them smiling. She ignored them and walked around the inn on the snow-covered side, struggling to reach Laura's window without being spotted. She slowly opened the window, slipping her body into the dark room, the journalist was sleeping with swollen eyes, it would be a crime to wake her up, but they're so close, so deliciously close, her glowing skin being kissed by the firelight, so simple, the blood pumping and, so easy.

Fangs popped inside her mouth, and Carmilla seemed overcome with desire.

"You don't want like that. Tomorrow you talk," Chlloe whispered behind the vampire.

The dog won that one and insisted they land in the barn, which was a great idea since the snake would be in Punkt's room waiting with no clothes on.

Carmilla walked into the barn, despondent, had just stand someone up on her first date in centuries, literally. Wrapped her coat around a piece of scrap iron covered by a sheet, Chlloe helped her out, and they both slept in the hay.

Soon after morning, Carmilla woke up calling Laura's name.

"Come on, I'll carry you," Chlloe pulled the vampire's arm over her neck, but as she breathed in the morning air, she realized Laura wasn't in the inn. "I'll find her." The girl took the form of a dog and came out sniffling in the snow, with the owner right behind.

They walked for half an hour to Fehér Esik Lake. At the edge of the forest Chlloe had sniffed something, Carmilla followed, leaning on the trunks of trees. Without warning, the furry took on the human form and pulls the brunette against the grain.

"You know what, I think I missed the trail, she didn't come this way." Chlloe was trying to get the owner off the edge of the lake, but the vampire stared at the opposite shore in the frozen water, where she saw Danny and Laura kissing.

"Carmilla?" Chlloe called, but the vampire had disappeared before she murdered someone.

Forcing all the muscles to run, Carmilla went back to her room in Punkt. Enraged, took the sword, even blade didn't get along with her veins, and went to the ruins of Karnstein where she ordered:

"NOW, OPEN WAY NOW! AND TAKE ME TO MY WORLD!!!" Roared at the blade, at the same moment a crooked thread of light appeared in the air, the portal. Carmilla stretched out her hand. It was there, finally, what she wanted so much, the door to her world, where her blood had originated. But a huge flaming metal fist struck her, and from the slit of light erupted a golden colossus, four eyes of fire and ten feet of fury, it screamed but it had no mouth, sounding like the muffled cry of a hundred men dying in a tiny cell.

The crack closed, and she had her enemy.

"Death," she growled, tightening her fist, but the sword disappeared. "What?!" she asked, astonished by the colossus roaring at her. "I hate, hate it... I HATE IT ALL!!!" she screamed, throwing herself at certain death.

She dove under the flaming punch, somersaulting, hitting her heel on the inside of the metal choke. But the colossus had barely felt the attack. To make matters worse, flames spread across Carmilla's leg. The giant attacked her with the back of his hand, hurling her against the remains of the hunting trophy room.

"Die!" shouted the vampire, but the cry was for a certain lumberjack stealing a kiss from her Laura. The massacre continued, with Carmilla thrown in all directions, but it didn't matter. Her body, wounded and weak, burned with hatred... hatred of what?

It could be many things, an extensive list with names like Danny Lawrence, Lilita Morgan, Garu Syvalion, Mina Halker, Norma Arciel Xezsrevy, Sophia Brandsnake, her father, even Icarus, the twins Tobias and Judite, Doran and anyone else, but what was hurting was something else, someone else; Laura was the one hurting more than anything, even more than Danny. Anger and hatred dominated the furious vampire's actions.

Why?

Why? Why did she have to be with someone else, why?

Why was she kissing someone else?

"GHAAAAH!!!" Carmilla howled in pain as the metal hands squeezed her harder and harder. "Why did you kiss her?!"

In the end, it didn't matter the strength, nor the pain, or screams, the colossus did not care, did not stop, it wasn't a rational being; he was a war machine about to exterminate the vampire. Would it be the end? Like this, between the metallic fingers from another world? And it even seemed a good way out to finish it.

"Laura, why did you kiss her? You love her? Do you love another one?" Then the brunette felt her chest shrink until it crushed her heart, and it wasn't even the colossus. "Laura..."

Death's presence hovered in the air, a drop of water fell on Carmilla's face staring at the darkening sky, before falling a heavy rain on both of them, the giant squeaked at the contact, extinguishing the flames from his eyes, he fell dead.

"Why Laura?" Carmilla asked without wanting to get up, or heard anything.

***

It was the night of another day, a horrible day and an unbearable night. Carmilla clutched her stomach, trying to drink something, but nothing went down without violently climb in her throat. As always, the bar flooded with drunks and flying bottles. The vampire tried to think of anything, but her mind betrayed her, replaying the scene like a parrot screaming in her head: wind in the sails, wind in the sails. The blonde was on tiptoe, hands on the woodcutter's arms. This one bent over, wrapping the journalist's body and sucking her lips.

"Yucks!" Carmilla growled. Laura, Laura, Laura, was everything she could repeat. "I want you, more than she." Danny's scent entered the bar, making the biker salivate with the desire to kill. She followed the woodsman's walk closely.

"One more dose, so early and already drinking, Carmilla?" It was Garu beside her, turning another glass of whiskey on her lips. Fallvalion was back, and the third court.

***

Author notes:

How do we survive an Sophia?

Guess who's back? CHLLOEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Love that puppy.
How Carm pass throgh all this? And Garu?
But maybe the question is how she ended up on a bed with a dog and a snake?