"Run, run, run Laura!" Shouted a woman behind the little blonde in a frilly dress that looked like a muffin or a cupcake with whipped cream. The little girl ran happily in the green fields of the Austrian summer, her father came back with friends on a hunt, carrying wild ducks tied by the neck surrounded with their hunting dogs.

The little one was running bound to her father who stands for a big hug. Mr. Hollis was a real daddy bear, in a beige leather vest, a blue plaid flannel shirt.

"How is my little wolf ?!" He said excitedly. She smiled toothlessly.

"Strong!" She replied raising her arms showing geckos muscles.

"And fast," Completed Mama Hollis. "Little wolf?" She asked to her husband's eyes, what a name for a lady.

"Of course, a little wolf, my daughter is not trapped for anyone and, look, the teeth have already fallen, will the fangs of a giant wolf grow?" He laughed with the little one howling like a wolf cub up his bald head.

"It may be, but she will still run away from Mommy because if she gets caught, I will kill this little wolf with tickles," Her mother would close her fingers on the young girl's back, who would jump off her father's shoulders and run again.

"If catch me, I'm much faster, the wolf is faster than the bear!" She hummed.

"Let me see it, am I a bear then too?"

"Yes because you are married to daddy bear, and I am the wolf that plays with the bears and likes cookies!!!" Shouted with open arms when her mother reached out and tickled her daughter.

Laughter mingled with a stunning hum from the mountains, airplanes brought the dreadful blackened sky overhead.

"Mommy," Called in a shaky voice, but Mommy was gone, the green and the flowers were dying with the atrocious cold approaching, bringing the storm and the shadows in the woods, when singing of those crows and beasts revealing themselves for the child.

"Run, run, run Laura," Cried the forest. So did the blonde disbanding, but suddenly she was falling face down in the snow, her arms full of bandages, her body ground, and despair to evade any thought other than death.

"you smell so good," The voice hovered behind her and, before she could react, once again had her back pressed to the other's body, her neck exposed, but with the difference of clearly feeling the other's hands roamed her legs and ribs when she felt the zipper of her pants slip and dared to look back, her throat boiled like a kettle forgotten on the stove, that hands seemed to go up inside her blouse and everything else fades out like an insane nightmare.

***

Laura woke up sweating, staring at the bedroom ceiling, her body weighed a ton, each muscle seemed to have received a massage from Wreck-it Ralph itself, with difficulty pulling her right hand from the fluffy covers of mountain deerskin, but her hand had wobbly movements, she stretched the bandaged fingers with the throbbing phalanges.

"Wasn't a dream?" Sighed closing her eyes, arms over her forehead. Her left arm seems stuck and she faces the side.

"Don't move, might open the wounds," Said that hoarse and sleepy voice.

"Carmilla!" Laura jumped up and squeaked in pain right after.

"Stop, you lost a lot of blood," Carmilla hugged the blonde's body more like a sleeping kitten.

"But what? Wait, tell me... What?"

"You want to ask, don't you? What I am? What were those things and, what will happen?" The brunette smiled slyly next to her, who couldn't hide the answers she wanted. "No problem... I don't think I can deny it now, but I'll just answer three questions, so you can ask," Her eyes they showed absolute confidence while seducing.

"You,"

"Bram Stoker, it can be, but don't take everything, he put more history than he told," She smiled closer to the blonde's face.

"Those are,"

"Growlers, better be careful, in wars they are the most common out there," The brunette stroked the journalist's chest with two fingers, reaching down to her belly.

"and," Laura stammered.

"And now. I'm still thinking about what to do, you are so weak that any fun can dismount you," Joked with a mischievous smile and, for some reason the blonde gasped with the effect of those words, unable to hide the regret of being left alone under the covers.

"Beautiful" Blurted out when she saw the vampire's naked body out of bed.

"Thank you," Carmilla did not turn around, or her face would be more reddish. "You are not bad either," She said in an ironic tone to mask the desire to admire the blonde's body, also not dressed. Laura curled up on the blanket trying to cover herself.

"Ah! What we have done?!" Asked with the voice disappearing at the end of the sentence for noticing the absence of her clothes.

"Not much, I was exhausted and," Carmilla was wearing her pants. "I'll get you something to eat until then, don't go out, or I kill you," Said finishing getting dressed and leaving the room.

Laura can see the shadow of the vampire's feet under the door, the shadow stood there a few moments before disappearing, and yet the blonde ignored the threat of death outside the room, on the contrary, she was so immersed in the cold and seductive atmosphere that, barely felt any danger.

***

The door closed behind Carmilla, who for a few seconds, waited for her thoughts to order.

"I stopped," Said low to just her. The demented fight against the soldiers and. "Her blood," The vampire plucked her lips, remembering the taste of the journalist's veins.

Just needed to close eyes, think or stop thinking to hear Laura's heart clearly pounding upstairs, or speed up with a simple look. A strange feeling sworn by death in her heart seemed to take shape at the mere mention of the girl in the dog suit. She was just coming back from the kitchen when the disgusting dog presence soared over her.

"I thought I kicked you out of here," Said the vampire in the hall, Chello then jumped from the rafters standing in front of the brunette. "You should find a shirt," Commented raising an eyebrow at the girl to boycott clothes wearing.

"I tried, but they always slip at the fur," She replied stretching her naked and muscle torso. "And I came to see how Laura is, I didn't like the idea of ​​her being eaten alive, but apparently either you," The ears of the girl with green hair moved.

"Just say what you want, I'm not kidding right now," Snapped the vampire holding a tray with a bowl of pumpkin soup.

"You really like her, not even noticed," The dog pointed the ceiling in circles with the index finger. Carmilla spasmed when feeling the various crows perched around the inn, was not in front of them, but was there. "I think they are standing guard, they even let Miss Perry and Guto come back from the market, but any other, like the dumb though guy, they leave it lost and return it to the city," Chello said.

"They are waiting,"

"Yeah, they must be on the way. Huff, I hate clan fights, they suck, nobody wins and I'm always in the middle," Scratched her green hair.

"Will you be in the middle again?" The vampire asked without looking at the dog, who laughed at the question.

"You know, it was the same thing in Rome, I should have run away, but I'm already tied up with you," She stared at the brunette, even if a small battle could happen, it was better an ally than none.

Chello scratched her hair again and threw a needle at Carmilla who sidestepped, the flight tray in the air. She grabbed her opponent's fist, already lifting her in the air over her head, Chello locked a leg on a roof beam and pulled the vampire off the ground. The brunette tightened the leather belt on the other's pants and went up to another beam, grabbing the tray in the air. Both returned to the floor and smiled sadistically. They could match up, or they simply trusted their instincts so much that they were not afraid of the other.

They measured, for sure they would kill themselves one day, but for now, and for a greater reason, a clan of nighters on their way, they would not try to take each other's life.

"It will get cold," She said to the vampire with the soup bowl intact.

"I hope she likes it," Carmilla choked out the words. Chello smiled cynically, enjoying the vampire awkwardly.

***

A few minutes after leaving her bed company, Laura struggled to her feet, took a good look at the room, which was Carmilla's, cold and empty, even though the fireplace lit with the crackling fire did not fill the gap that she was present in that atmosphere, unlike her room, full of stories and welcoming air.

With difficulty, she walked over to the mirror over the fireplace, wrapped in a sheet, turned on her back, letting the cloth fall, taking a fright with the various dressings on her body, but burning in her neck made her pluck the bandage on. Afraid, she pulled the fabric and, little by little, revealed the mark of the fangs, surrounded by some other marks.

"Kisses?" Noticed when she saw reddish marks around the bite, she poked a little and, it was painful, not only the fang holes, but the reddish spots, which revealed bruises, as if she had hit her neck, but how did she hit? And how did it hit twelve times? "Hickeys?" Her eyes widened in the mirror trying to see better when she approached. "Hickeys from Carm," She swallowed those words, her mind screamed innumerable numbers and, without knowing her heart said nothing, just jumped, an inexplicable heat climbed her legs, strolling among her thighs, and a little bit upper.

"Laura!" Carmilla shouted as she entered the room and saw the blonde's robe on fire.

Again the flight tray, but this time vampire didn't come back to pick up, that was left to the dog chasing as a Frisbee.

In a tug the blonde was without her Greek fashion and, the brunette playing the fireman on duty. Luckily, less than a foot had burned.

"Are you okay?" She asked crouched by the fire and, she was helpless facing the image of the journalist trying to hide behind her own arms, and this time it was impossible to hide the blushed face.

"Carmilla," Laura tried to control her heart that was pumping all the blood to her face.

Chello sitting between the two rolled her eyes at the scene and tried to fix it by taking a bite out of the vampire's seat.

"Ghaah!!! This time I'll throw you from the roof damn bitch!" Scolded dragged the furball out.

"Wait, don't throw it," The blonde asked holding the hands that held the puppy.

The brunette released the dog, without untying Laura's hands, her eyes merged, with the fire reflected in them.

"You should go back to bed and cover yourself, it's cold," Said Carmilla trying to control herself.

"Achim!"

In the same hurry to put out the fire, it was the direction of the vampire practically carrying Laura to the bed and covering her.

"I should throw you," said Carmilla leaving the tray on the bedside table and helping Chello to get on the bed. Without wait, the puppy entered the blanket and nestled in the blondes belly. "It's warm now, try to eat, then I'll take you to your room.

"To my room?" Choked on the soup.

"Yes, God forbid I run into the woodcutter, she would be furious," Justified. "What?" Asked the other's expression of disappointment.

"Nothing, I just thought some nonsense things," Laura looked down at the lump of fur on her abdomen.

"What kind of nonsense? Want to stay and be my nonsense toy?" Smiled.

"What?!"

"You came up with the idea," She laughed with complete accuracy.

"I said nothing!" Shouted the blonde pulling the covers.

"So what were you thinking?"

"And what I'm supposed to think ?! There is a vampire in front of me who marked my neck!

Then it was Carmilla's turn to be distressed, did she see ?! She asked in her mind, remembered how she had arrived. The care for the blonde's body and how she felt guilty about those holes in her neck, but the biggest regret came after the twelfth mark she had left around the bite when she realized what she was doing.

"Was it really you?" Questioned to the speechless brunette. "Won't you kill me? Or eat me? Am I going to become a vampire? But I like the sun, but you don't melt in the sun. Wait, can you turn into a bat? I can become one, they are cute, or not, I don't know, I never saw one close enough, will I become a yellow bat?" She chattered more alone than for Carmilla, and eighty questions later, while Chello cleaned the rest of the soup in the empty bowl. "Then?"

"I can't guarantee the second one, otherwise it's all no, cupcake," Carmilla smiled, Laura didn't even remember the order of the questions. "Let's go to your room, soon Diana will be here to see you,"

"Danny, Laura clarified that, admitted the resemblance of the friend with the Roman goddess of the hunt.

***

"Really?" The vampire asked incredulously.

"Don't look!" Laura replied dressing with Carmilla facing the door.

"Cupcake, seriously, who was in bed with you? Ah! I've seen everything," The brunette took a shoe on the back of her neck.

"It was different, I wasn't even awake!"

"What time do you sleep?"

"Ah! Shut up and let's go!" Laura passed her and tightened the knob, but had to stop feeling dizzy.

"Easy," Carmilla supported her, Laura gasped, because her body had not yet recovered from the stress. "Come here," Gently the vampire passed the patient's arm over her neck and carried her legs.

With no chance of protest, the journalist has carried down the hall.

"You could have carried me like this when we went up the stairs,"

"No, it was going to be kind of weird, they would find strange, all this strength."

"But the other night when you brought me, it was like that, wasn't it?"

"It was different, I was worried and..."

"Worried about me?" Laura's eyes flashed as she passed the stairs and, the vampire tried to hide the regret for saying those words. "Were you worried this time too? Although, why don't let me with the girls this time?"

"Because I couldn't explain it around your neck," Carmilla turned her face to the side trying to open the door to Laura's room. She gently laid the girl on the bed and covered her.

"Sleep well Cupcake," Carmilla could not believe what she was saying, until then she had only been genuinely affectionate to a person who was no longer alive.

"What kind of vampire are you? You don't look like one," Laura said a little confused by what she had learned and what she was facing.

"Who knows cupcake, maybe I let you find out," She replied passing the doorway. Going back to her own room with Danny up the stairs. Carmilla ignored the woodcutter's useless growls and turned the corridor rubbing eyes. "I'm the most useless type," Replied to herself, thinking about the blonde one.

***

Hey yukye here.How was the chapter?Carm and Laura seems to be attaching to each other, but will the causality be so gentle?To all of you a big wolf hug, and see you in the next ONE MORE NIGHT. AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUU!!!