Treffen started the year below six feet of snow - big news - and another five feet below the streets, precisely in an emergency bunker, were two girls, still asleep in each other's arms. Laura awoke in the warmth of Carmilla.

What's this feeling?

She wondered, lying across the vampire's chest. Those beats contradicted the obscure title of leech, opposite to the name of the icy annelid and, in contrast, to any Stoker. Warm with a tender heart beat. Strange to fantasy or nature laws, even the darkest ones.

Laura closed her eyes, snuggling closer, but wanted to see Carm sleeping. Carefully propped herself up on her elbows on the covers, watching this darkness being she was in love.

Carmilla slept peacefully. Her messy hair given a lighter look, less dark, revealing the normal girl she was. Overcome with mischievous thoughts, Laura carefully crawled til reached the vampire's face, kissed her chin, her cheek, her nose tip. Finally, missing the lips. But someone trapped her in a kiss, once a vampire wasn't sleeping at all.

"Unfair, you know; kissing a sleeping girl, without alloy her to enjoy these kisses." The brunette laughed at the blonde, caught red-handed.

"You were you awake?!" Laura blushed.

"Try to sleep when a beautiful woman kisses you,"

"Beautiful?"

"Hasn't anyone ever told you that? You never looked in the mirror? What a strange human you are," Carmilla laughed to herself at the newly unearthed humor of her brain.

"Yeah, but..."

Who never ever?

Hearing praise from random and unknown people is easy. They massage your ego momentarily, criticism gets the same slight attention; but closest persons, near your heart, a single sneeze is unsettling. It was like hearing from the universe about the beauty of her sleepy face.

The vampire smiled. What a beautiful smile she has.

Laura intertwined their lips. They remained like this a little longer, her hands getting lost in each other's body. Carmilla trailed a line of kisses to her neck, then back to her lips. A loud contact was their kisses, their tongues knowing each other. The journalist yielded to every thrust beneath her clothes.

The blonde sat on the vampire's lap, who helped her take off her shirt. Unfortunately, the injuries still required more energy and affection than the extracurricular activity as a couple.

"Lie down," Carmilla reversed the positions, not that this was a cue to continue, as the wounds stamped the DON'T MOVE! sign side the road of desire. Receiving another kiss, Laura accompanied her lover out of the covers. A vampiric smile convinced her to wait for the right time.

***

After cleaning up the hexapod's guts - Carmilla cleaned it up and made the corpse disappear - they went in search of the origin of the family-sized zoo.

"Careful cupcake, we shouldn't be here, and you should be resting," said Carmilla, discouraged.

"You were going to come, anyway. Why would I stay there?" said Laura, bouncing along the road in the snow up her knees.

"But I don't have a tear on my back. I can take care of myself."

"You don't want to be with me?" She turned around, pouting. The ground shook, the stones below the journalist gave way. When she realized the floor was disappearing, and she was in the vampire's arms near a tree.

"I should have left you at the inn when we passed the front. I forgot that the ground on the road at home was weak."

"HOME?!" An endless list of questions printed inside Laura's head, but three subjects were most important among the topics.

1° Did you live here? (First page)

2° How old are you? (Headline)

3° Those things? (Last article on the page).

"It's been a long time. I'm not sure on how much, and I have a theory about those things."

Something in the air tickled the vampire's nose. Laura didn't know what it was, but from the other's angry expression, wasn't a good thing.

Sophia? Thought Laura. A terrible thought, worse even than the creatures. Thinking again about the cause of one of her worst pains made her match on Carm's steps, imagining the snake touching her pale skin, twisted her journalistic nerves. But what if she's here?

Without a word, Laura grabbed the vampire's hand. To her surprise, Carmilla laughed, quickened her pace, and laced their fingers together, walking beside her.

"What you laughing about?" She asked, with mocking laughter.

"It's just; it's been a long time. I forgot how good it is to walk hand in hand with someone." Smiled the brunette.

"Long time? What about Sophia?"

"You're still thinking about her. Like I said, it's been a long, long time, ever since. I was young. I hooked up with Sophia a few times, but nothing serious. She was never my girlfriend or anything like that. If I were, she would cheat me with the first mailbox on the street. What about you? Am I your first? Or was Diana?"

"Carm." Laura looked at the snowy ground. Laura heard nothing after YOUR FIRST.. "Are we girlfriends now?" Shyness invaded her.

"Yeah, I'm your first. That kiss in the bedroom was also your first kiss?" Laura changed color. The inexperience in front of the other was embarrassing. "Don't have to be embarrassed. Come on, if calms you down, I was drunk at my first kiss, I can't remember her face, and my first girlfriend; well she was a little emotional."

"Well, remember her name? First girlfriend,"

"Edda," It sounded melancholy.

"Did not work?"

"No, I was stupid. I lied to her, but I won't lie to you." Her voice firmed on the promise.

"I trust you."

Branches snapped, something jumped out of the woods at the end of the road, and took Laura a few feet forward, thrown her back on the ground beside a carriage that had fallen in snow. She looked up. It wearing a bonnet, purple ends hair, and had red eyes and bulging fangs. In the next second, the carriage ran over the aggressor, freeing the journalist's neck.

Carmilla ran over the eighteenth-century vehicle and stepped on the purple ends hair girl. Scrolls and star maps hung in the air. They exchanged an angry look when:

"I can't believe it," the brunette lamented.

"Karnstein?" asked the girl on the floor, guarding her fangs.

"Orion de Bourbon," declared Carmilla.

"Damn! Is that you! Mircalla Karnstein."

"Another ex?" Laura asked beside the biker.

"I wish. Whoa, is she with you? Oh my bad, I was hungry, and I didn't even see you there." The girl apologized, standing up without help. "Wow, good to meet you, my I adore you, I thought you were dead, that mad mother of yours, huh? Wait, how you knew my name?"

"You know each other?" Laura came in between.

"I also wish, I wasn't even born when she became a legend," she said, flustered.

"Legend?" Questioned Carmilla and Laura shared the doubt.

"Mircalla 'the hellcat' Karnstein."

"Unbelievable. Who the hell are you?" snorted Carmilla, while Laura laughed.

"I'm Thalia, Thalia Orion de Bourbon. How did you know my last name?"

"Barcelona sands smell, ​​hair with lilac tips, who else could it be?"

"This gives me away, but I don't want any trouble. Maybe an autograph."

"Does the governor of Styria know you are here?"

"Hells no! I don't want to see that spooky snake. I'm not here for my family, nothing diplomatic I mean."

"So," the biker showed distrust. A royal-blooded vampire wandering alone through nowhere, which Treffen was.

"I'm here to do an investigation."

"Do the Nazi GDP?" Said Carm, hard to trust a royal-blood.

"Jeez! Is this here," Thalia pulled a rolled-up paper from her purse, opening it in the hellcat's face. "These waves, see? I came after what caused them."

"Listen here, viscount cub, look like I know shit of these lines on graph paper?"

"Carm." Laura scolded, because the girl with purple hair seemed anxious on what she said.

"Here, look at this. It's been almost a week since my equipment registered a large magnetic drop. Energy waves that the only logical explanation would be the entry of something not belonging to our atmosphere. A meteorite is my best option. I did the triangulation that, pointed here, I've been traveling since then, a sample of a meteorite, that's awesome," explained the direct competitor of LaF. Three centimeters taller and three Nobels more than the hellcat.

"Are those things aliens?" The blonde speculated with her index finger on her chin. "What you think?"

"Must be it," said the brunette, cutting the subject. "Nice to meat you; now let's go cupcake." Carmilla turned around. Laura said goodbye, but her back just break.

The violence a few minutes ago brought out the blood from the cuts. It burned a lot, Carmilla wanted to tear the young Thalia apart, and Laura was was carried on the biker's back, not that she would complain on being closer to Carmilla. Then she got it. Deep snow and a ruined road, it won't stand the bike weight.

"You can go after your meteorite. I'll only carry this stubborn lady to a ride," she dismissed.

"But my calculus point to here too." Thalia adjusted the various star maps in her bag.

"You like stars, right?" The journalist tried to calm down the vampires.

"They are fascinating. Imagine that we are so small, and the universe so gigantic," she aimed at the cloudy sky. "They are a direction, you know, during the darkness that plagues us. They helped me a lot when I was by myself,"

"By yourself?" said Laura. The last one of royal-blood?

"Twentieth century and families still frozen in time." Said Carmilla.

"Yeah, it sucks, but you fought against that and in the seventeenth century." Thalia replied with admiration.

"Eighteenth century," snorted the biker.

"Can any of you speak it in a tongue I could understand?" Asked Laura in Carm's ear.

"Since the Middle Ages, and as far as is known; how alliances were made?" Said the biker.

Laura didn't know how to answer.

"Marriage," the astronomer replied.

"Yes, since that time, families have allied themselves using marriages as a justification, and it seems this idiotic tradition continues in the traditional nighter families. Did you say no too?"

"Of course. My father wanted me to marry an idiot from the Aurirground. Misogynist and sexist, what an asshole." Thalia massaged her temples, just remembering the size of his stupidity. "I almost went madness, with this marriage. I was only fifteen years old, didn't know what to do, and they said I was going to be like the hellcat. Then I found a book that told the first version of these legends and; when I read about you, Mircalla Karnstein, I felt so much better. Realizing that I didn't need to be what others say 'I should'. I'm only sixty-five, I'm out from marriages, but I eat the cake."

Carmilla remained silent as Laura tightened her arms around the vampire's neck, feeling proud of her. She helped a girl not to get lost by social pressures.

Arriving at Karnstein property, Thalia pulled a detection device from her pockets, walked up and down with her eyes fixed on the pointer. There was a scratching record sound and a telephone wire in a headset hanging around her neck.

"Okay, come on, hit me like a meteorite,"

"Wasn't a meteorite, cupcake," said the biker holding Laura's arm, before she followed Thalia.

"But makes sense, what she said. Couldn't be anything from our atmosphere," Laura witnessed the vampire look turn fierce red. "Carm..." Called Laura, holding her forehead with a strong dizziness and a roar taking the place, before the whole body twitching in despair, like last night.

"Cupcake!" Carmilla called, holding Laura.

The journalist lost control of her actions, panic reigning in stormy vortices. Seeing the biker girl's red eyes took away her sanity, along with her conscience.

***

"Carmilla!" yelled Laura, jumping out of bed.

"I'm here," The vampire held the shoulders of the distressed journalist, slowly laid her down again. She remained sitting on the edge of the bed.

Laura looked at the biker's clothes, a heavy coat, scarf. She looked like she had just arrived. Tied hair, a bit of snow and a cut on her cheek.

"What happened?" The blonde sensed bad news. She was right, with the tremendous discomfort in her upset stomach.

"You fainted. Fainted looking at me, looking in my eyes, the real one," Melancholy and sadness soaked the brunette's words.

"Carm,"

"One more creature appeared before you fainted. We killed it, then brought you here. You fear me."

"I'm not afraid of you," said the Laura, hugging her. The brunette didn't even look back, kept her eyes fixed on empty air. Then Laura laid her down, kissed her neck, then took her lips, tasting sadness. Carmilla hugged her, returning the kiss in the best way possible, losing her hands by the journalist's body. "I'm not afraid of yo..." Red took the Carm's eyes, forcing Laura to retreat, looking away. "Carm," called scared on that despair never felt before.

"You're scared of me, but it's not you," the vampire hugged her. "I went after the court, they didn't even know; it seems the judge took special care of you on purpose, to mess with your mind, to make you afraid of me."

"But," Laura's voice was trembling. "I wasn't afraid of Thalia's eyes, and they were red,"

"Mina did it especially to me. You were afraid of me, and only me." Her arms tightened.

"But I'm not afraid of you!"

"I know you don't, but something in your head is," The vampire's fingers tangled in the journalist's hair.

Laura hid the crying in her beloved's chest, squeezing her back.

***

A week passed. A torture it was. Laura would have suggested that Carmilla not show the red then, however:

"Of course I would make this cupcake, but there are two situations where we don't control our colors: One is when we're angry, the other is when we're horny, and in that I doubt I could control it. But, it's fine, we'll find a way."

Laura remembered.

A way?

When?

It was being excruciating, even though they weren't having much time together. The vampire spent her days out hunting. There were reports of monsters around. So she came back late in the morning, or she even show up. They were a little distant. Several times Laura migrated to the brunette's bed to sleep together, but only sleep. One kiss or another, the red quickly take place, as if the thirst were uncontrollable.

Laura had woken up alone again, Carmilla had already left, but she wanted to wake up with her. Sure, this time she would get her; squeezed the other's pajamas, so much that it stayed in her hands. How in hell or Hogwarts did Carmilla get out of it without waking Laura up?

The blonde went downstairs and took a shower, found Danny in the hallway. The lumberjack was leaning on the balustrade, watching the snow.

"Hey Laura, I haven't seen you since last year," the woodcutter hugged her.

"Hi Danny," she turned away from the kiss. "Let me go, Danny!"

"Why? You never complained about before," asked without breaking the hug.

"Let me go!" she snapped.

"But babe,"

"Don't call me that! There's nothing between us and never will!" The blonde broke free and ran to the bedroom, locking the door. "I'm going mad this way," she pressed her face.

Leaning against the door, the blonde ran down to the floor, crying. She couldn't take it anymore, every day, every single day, far away, unable to hug or speak.

It was too much.

Carm's stuff was all over the floor, books, clothes, papers. To control herself, the blonde went to clean up the mess. She found a little box with the design of the wind rose. She opened it. A cold blue crystal inside, something from another world.

"Wait, what if," And if these books had the answer? Carmilla by itself was a testament to possibilities and, if the vampire was looking for the same, that's why the books would be so twisted. The blonde turned over the backpack, spread out everything that was inside it, separated it, opened the books, until she came across a half-torn bundle of fabric.

Undoing the knot, Laura found a black choker, edged with silver, studded with thirteen rubies red as the vampire's eyes. It was a jewel worthy of royalty, the glowing red of its own light, shimmering like flowing blood. The blonde felt awkward holding the object almost alive.

"Laura, hey, I'm sorry," said Danny, knocking on the door. Laura stared at the door, her eyes watering. The fight in the hallway, the feel of the woodsman's arms, the kiss, everything that wasn't from the person she loved. "Carmilla..." tears dripped.

"Mircalla, Mircalla, Mircalla Karnstein," it echoed through the room, a cruel voice of a woman, many women's voices echoing off the room's walls. The windows closed at once, the blonde's tears ran over the rubies. "Mircalla Karnstein, Mircalla, Mircalla, Karnstein" it called.

"I want her..." cried the blonde. Then the call to the vampire's name came before her, from the choker, heard the name once more, and said after it. "Mircalla Karnstein,"

The wind changed direction, a scream came from the Laura's room, and Danny entered by breaking down the door.

***

From the author: Hoooooooooooooooooooooooowl!!!

Creampuffs how was this chapter?

Royal-blood, meteorites, red.
Laura... Ladies and gentlemen, for God's sake, I'm going mad this way.

A big wolf hug in all of you Creampuffs, see you all in next One More Night chapter.