Noon, midnight, what time was it?

"Carm!" Laura jumped out of bed, swearing she heard the biker screaming.

"Calm down," said that blond man, hugging the blonde so she wouldn't fall. "You're safe," He squeezed her against his chest.

"Laura, what happened to you?" asked the woodcutter, approaching. "Where have you been? You've gone for half a year."

"Doesn't matter. She's here now. And I won't let anything happen to you, but don't disappear like that again," asked without releasing the blonde from his arms, he lifted her in his lap and put her on the bed, sitting together without letting go of her hand.

"What you mean, doesn't matter? It matters to me, was it Carmilla?" said Danny, but the blonde's face mean completely lost.

Half a year?! How long was, though. Until they reach Treffen, they dropped no word or anything about time on the table. Besides Carm's story, really the chronological notions weren't working very well. She thought about speaking, but knew nothing would protrude from her windpipe.

"My God, it's so good to see you Laura, I was so scared, not to see you anymore," The hunter hugged her, in order to make Danny clench her teeth. "But now it's ok, you won't suffer in her hands anymore. I'll make sure she never lays eyes on you again." The man pulled the blonde over him.

"What you doing with her?" Asked the woodcutter, forcing her voice so that the anger was not clear.

"Sorry," said smiling. "It's just that I waited so long to see her again, it's been years, and my heart still jumps near her."

The journalist didn't understand a word, what this guy was talking about. She walked away with her mouth in a streak of estrangement. He looked at her in the eyes.

"It's me Laura, William."

"Thought your name was Raphael?" Danny touched the blonde's shoulder to push her away from him, while his other hand gripped the ax on her belt.

"Sorry for that too. I couldn't use my first name in Berlin. So I used my last name, Willian. It's me Laura. We were neighbors, remember? I think you were six years old, and the pony rushed out. Remember? I'm Willian. Raphael Fernando Vitore Finnadio Willian, I was eight years old, and you were six. I never forgot that day. I should have jumped on the first horse and gone after you. I would have saved you, too. I should have come before, too. I would have saved you from that vampire." He ran his hands over Laura's arms, from wrists to shoulders, expelling Danny's fist. "But now I'm here and I'll protect you."

"She doesn't need your protection," spat the woodcutter, very, very disgusted with the talk.

"Of course she does. Every woman needs a man, and I'm here for that. I'll take care of you Laura, my Laura," He tugged her chin.

"Your?!" Danny pushed him away.

"It's the natural, a man and a woman, and she is beautiful, and needs a man," said he, a finding odd the aggressive behavior of the woodcutter. Neither of them had shown their actual intentions to each other. "Don't have to worry, Danny. I know you have Laura as your little sister. But don't worry, I promise to take care of her. I'll be the best husband she might want."

"Husband?!"

"Too old and old-fashioned? So partner, all I want is to stay with Laura, and have a family, three strong children to bear my name, and three beautiful girls with their mother's face to have fun with her in the kitchen," he said. Danny could throw up or throw the ax with the declaration.

Nauseating as the conversation was, Laura focused her neurons on what Danny had said about time; she vaguely remembered Willian, but she knew who he was, now the last and most important memory, as soon as they arrived at the inn.

She remembered the arrival, and a scream jumped from downstairs.

Carmilla yelled from downstairs.

Laura's balance returned in a collapse of strength. She collapsed against the door before remembering to turn the knob, her knees weakening in the hallway, but Carmilla's screams propelled her like alcohol on a fire.

"Laura!" called William in vain.

The blonde rolled down the stairs, bumping her shoulder against the wall at the end, when she found the vampire screaming in agony with a red-hot screwdriver stuck in the inside of her left thigh. A man in black was shouting at the brunette, wearing a hat and a cape, as was Willian, but this one was older, wide chin, gray beard, menacing look.

"Wait!" he asked. The young man grabbed the blonde from behind, preventing her from reaching the vampire.

"She's a stubborn one, didn't let the cat out of the bag," said the man with the rude voice.

"This cat bites, old man," growled the half blind vampire with a swollen eye.

"Silence, creature of the dark," he slapped Carmilla's wounded face with the back of his hand.

The blonde struggled and ran to the brunette, pushing the experienced hunter and hugging her beloved one.

"Still on the feat of her enchantment. Raphael, you did not break the domain?"

"Of course I broke it, was the first thing I did, and just as you taught me, massaging ointment from her belly to her chest." He said, a little blushing.

"So you didn't do it right. I'll have to look for something stronger. Killing her without breaking the spell can be very traumatic for your girlfriend."

The young man was looking like a shrimp in the sun.

A man carrying a radio on his back ran into the bar, a man's voice roared desperately from the device:

"Vordenberg! Where you are?! We need you here now!!!" In the background grunts and screaming people, a growler indeed.

"Seven hells!" he cursed, looking at his student with the radio. "I'll be back in the morning with the right instruments of torture and an amulet to break the spell once for all," he pointed at Laura.

"You can trust Lungenbaron."

"I trust, just don't trust your second head, no childishness. If you have sex now, something might pass," He said harshly.

"Don't worry, my friend can wait until later, so she won't sleep peacefully anymore," He laughed at the jokes.

"My boy," joked the eldest. "But, be careful," he said, getting serious. "Close the entrance with sandbags and stay sharp."

"Yes, sir," replied the young hunter. Vordenberg left the inn in the company of the radio soldier.

Kneeling on the floor, Laura said nothing, held the brunette's face in her hands, almost crying from the ruin of Carmilla's bruises that kept her eyes closed.

"Hey cupcake," she faltered. Laura held her head over her shoulder. "I wanted so much to see you, but I don't think it's a good idea to open my eyes now, the eye, because the other one doesn't even open anymore." She gave a light and painful laugh.

Carm, Carm, why all this? Has it really been all this time? Though, really didn't matter the time. All the blonde sincerely wanted was to take care of the brunette's bruises, and wasn't just physically. Tell me we're going to run away from this, this war, this total madness, just the two of us.

"We'll go," said Carm. It startled Laura. Had the vampire heard her thoughts? "Let's go on a vacation after this, cupcake. Don't stare at me like this, I'm fine." She tried to calm the blonde's sobs.

"Get away from her. She can bite you, Laura," Willian pulled her.

"I'll bite you, asshole," he growled.

"Quiet!" He tossed the blonde aside, whirling around, being caught by Danny before hitting the wall.

"HEY!" The woodcutter scolded the violence.

"I'm sorry, but not a woman's business! If you can go back to the rooms, I'll thank a lot."

"Then you should leave too, wimp boy," laughed Carmilla at the chicken hunter. He gagged her with a scarf tied behind her neck.

Danny hated that. Man thing, woman thing; since she had taken an ax, no woodsman or man in Treffen claimed to be better or stronger Danny, who owed nothing in strength or skill. Clearly Willian wasn't from the city well-served on good arguments about the women at Miss Perry's inns.

"I'm not saying you're no good, but you know, women aren't good for that. I mean, they're no good at dealing with scary things, fighting, being strong, deciding, you know, protecting, but that's okay, I'll take care of you of you ladies." He took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, exposing his muscular arms.

The blonde ignored the nonsense, had her eyes and all other senses turned to the vampire.

"Listen here, you son of a," Laura stopped Danny, recognizing her friend's angry tone. "I missed you too, little one." The woodcutter hugged her. The blonde responded, feeling the bandage on the redhead's back. "Ouch," she got up. "Yeah, lot of things happened after you left, a lot of weird stuff, actually."

"Monsters, brought by this infernal creature. Lucky she didn't kill Laura, I'll hunt this thing to hell if that had happened." He said, piling sandbags in front of the door.

Laura scowled.

"Here, you're not able to talk, so." Danny handed a notebook with a pen. Immediately, the blonde began writing desperately and took the notes to Willian.

"Babe," He said in a slurred way. "Want to be an artist?" Laura shook the notes, but even Danny couldn't read the scrawls; from other world.

"Babe?" The woodcutter was boiling inside.

"I'm going to marry her after this. I'm going to get a nice house at the lake where we can roll the grass together making love."

More concerned with freeing the brunette, it was easier to overlook the nonsense. Since Danny and Carmilla, they looked like two pressure cookers. It was in vain that no one could read her handwriting, that for she was clear. It took hours of sexist speeches before he and Danny fell drunk, both leaning over the counter. Deep into the night, while everyone slept with the alcohol, the blonde went to the door, but it was almost a beach piled to the ceiling, sand bags everywhere, making escape impossible. She knew that in the morning, that man would come back. She patted her head. The brunette woke up and tried to smile even while gagged.

Laura sat on the vampire's lap, hugging her body. The biker appreciated the gesture, even with her leg pierced, hiding her face in the blonde's shoulders. The gag loosened, being untied.

"Liked what you wrote," she whispered. "Was cute. Hey ease on the hug," she mumbled, but the Laura tightened more. Wanted to fix this mess, but even if she unties her, what would they do? They couldn't run away. "He did something to you? You shouldn't even be awake if he did, you're not going with him, are you?" There was concern in the question.

The human worried about saving the vampire, and the vampire worried about anything made of her unconscious body. That might not have happened. Laura tightened the embrace, falling asleep. Hours passed when the sunrise. Carmilla's hoarse voice in her ear awakened Laura. It could have been in a bed, but she was in a chair. The spine cracked the base, the arms ached, and the shoulders begged for mercy.

"Cupcake, go to your room," said the tender voice in her ear. "You'll sleep better in a bed,"

Only if you were in it. Laura was attracted by the smile hiding pain. Slowly decreased the distance between them, until finally sealing the lips with Carmilla's, ending the first contact and leaving for the second, she let her tongue play in the other's mouth; dry, maybe thirsty, but wanted so much to kiss her, to quench that thirst. Thinking about it, Laura was thirsty too, thirst for her. A hunger that grew with every look, kiss, any contact, an immense desire to surrender to the sea of ​​certainties she had about her. Defenceless to that desire.

"So good to feel you, cupcake," the brunette took advantage of the other's warm embrace.

The hug was strong, trying to protect this person called horrible. Barks came from outside. A stone blew out the window, and that big dog jumped into the inn, pushing everything, ruffling its fur, and drooling with rage.

"Right on time," Carmilla said on the blonde's shoulders.

Danny jumped to her feet. William falls sideways in the. The dog drooled, growling with her teeth bared. An ax flying, but the furry one dodged.

"I take care of this animal! Back to the owner, you bitch!" He advanced with a knife. She bited his arm. The animal was wild, shaking its head without letting go. He pulled a vial of water from his pockets and crushed it in her eyes.

She let go and staggered back, wisps of smoke drifting from her face, making her whimper for breathing in the steam.

"Chlloe!" the vampire called desperately.

"I know it. She really is one of yours, you bastard!" He kicked the dog in the stomach, whining in agony of the steam, she writhed as her paws left the pads to be fingers, the muzzle to be the nose, the canine shape to the shape of a woman with green hair.

"Leave her alone!" Carmilla roared.

He pulled Chlloe by the neck, tying her to a chair next to the vampire, a trickle of blood running from her broken nose, crossing her mouth, to trickle down her chest. She was that woman from before, the one who helped Carmilla in the mountains, was the dog all the time.

"You bitch," they disgusted Willian, the two not so human and, when he saw Laura. "Babe, come here," He pulled her.

"Don't touch her!" roared the vampire.

"You better listen, don't want to see what she's going to do with you kid," Chlloe warned.

But it wasn't necessary. Laura jumped on the vampire, wrapping her arms around her neck tightly.

"Laura!" He scolded. While Danny looked back sadly, must have seen something that wasn't very good for her at sunrise. "Leave her, you must fight it, she's forcing you!"

"What a bad vampire," laugh Chlloe.

"Shut up or you die, creature of darkness!"

If he knew, if Laura spoke, he'd be facedown on the floor. Carmilla enjoyed that hug, while the hunter exchanged insults with the dog. The door opened to the corner, pushing sandbags and everything. It was the real hunter, without his hat, and with a little blood on his face.

"Vordenberg," Willian took the protection of his arm from inside his sleeve. "I took the bitch."

"More creatures? I brought the amulet." He handed over a strip of paper with ideograms. "Stick one on her chest and another on her back, lined up. It can get wet, so if you want to do this in the bath," he suggested.

"Of course, Laura, let's take a bath," said excitedly.

"Frankly, this starting to annoying me," Carm whispered to the blonde. What made Laura feel a certain joy, Carmilla jealous?

"Who invited Hitler's scatterbrains?" commented the shapeshifter.

"Willian, why your girlfriend is in the vampire's lap?" asked as a reprimand.

"It's a powerful spell." said the young man.

"That's why I brought the amulets. Get her out of here. I have to finish interrogating Miss Mircalla Karnstein."

"God's sake! You're the dumbest hunting troupe I've ever seen. Even the Hellsings are smarter! Why are you condemning her? She did nothing, assholes!"

"Nothing? Creatures like you fully haunted the Alps. All her fault, of that monster on your side, not that you aren't one, too," replied the older man with thorns of hatred in his voice.

"Blame the fucking war, dumbass!"

"The war has been over for almost a month. Since day two." Willian added.

The discussion continued on the heels of a third world war.

"Ah Fuck it! Bunch of brainless! She has done nothing. All she's been doing is loving Laura! Only that! Why is it so hard for you to understand?!"

"The words of a slave are nothing! Protecting the owner of the darkness," Vordenberg replied. "Willian, get your girlfriend out of here, go take a shower, have sex, whatever you want and let me work."

He called the blonde, but she ignored him, so he took her away. At the same time, Danny grabbed his arm with a menacing look.

"Danny?" He said.

The older hunter pulled a silver dagger going towards Carmilla, Chlloe showed her teeth, and:

"Good morning, would you like to buy cookies?" Guto and Kirsch at the door dressed as police scouts. "Boss?!" called his eternal first employer. "What are you doing with her?! Miss Laura!" Guto ran to the boss.

"Boy!" Vordenberg tried to speak, but he took a box of chocolate chip cookies at his forehead.

"Leave her alone," He ran to Laura, kicking Willian's shin.

"What is this mess in my bar?!" screamed Perry, horrified at the tremendous scum. LaF came right behind carrying the bags.

Laura hugged the vampire. Willian massaged the cinnamon. Kirsch fell with the biscuit boxes to the shoulders.

"What are these women doing here?" Questioned Vordenberg to the ground. "Who are you?"

"Excuse me, but I'm the owner of this establishment. I ask, who are you?" The redhead crossed the room in her ivory sheepskin coat.

"He is my master Miss Perry, my teacher Lugenbaron Vordenberg," Willian said proudly.

"Pardon me, Miss Perry. I don't think you know what happens in your town."

"Yes, I just arrived, from a funeral, but what have you done with my bar?" questioned about the bunker sandbags and equipment boxes, which should be inside the bunker.

"My student called here me. Scary things were happening all over Europe, but I came here because of Willian's insistence. He told me there were vampires here," he pointed to Carmilla. "And she commands the creatures."

"Laura!" Perry called. "Where have you been?! We were so worried."

They ignored the hunter. Perry and LaF went straight to the blonde.

"What did they do?" LaF asked, releasing the vampire and the shapeshifter.

"No!" Willian pulled the scientist.

"Hey!" Perry slapped the brute.

"This is not a woman's business," Vordenberg faced the innkeeper. "This is a man's business."

"Now I'm going to skin these idiots," said Chlloe.

"Chlloe," Called Carmilla, she knew those men weren't kidding. The shapeshifter moved closer to the owner.

"That's why only men go to war, women only get in the way," said the old man, and a suitcase hit him on the head. "Are they all under her spell?!"

"I don't admit cave dwellers in my inn. It's men like you who get in the way by making distinctions and wars like the one you've been through, so I ask you to leave after cleaning up the mess you've made here," Perry said, almost gray with so much anger.

"Good, but the vampire comes with me."

"Whoever touches her I'll kill!!!" said Guto, on the table with a club in his hand. The hunter gaze the boy's violet eyes.

"Castille," those eyes couldn't be enchanted, and those eyes could kill. "Willian, help me with these bags."

"But,"

But nothing, whether it was, Laura didn't want to know. Helped by Chlloe, they took Carmilla to Room 307.

"Can you take care of her? Just shake your head," said the shapeshifter. Laura nodded. "I'll be out there. I don't trust those assholes," she growled at the end, going to the door.

"Chlloe," called the vampire, trying to stay seated.

"Don't start it, besides now we're even. They tied me after tying you too," the shapeshifter went to the door, when Laura put a blouse on her shoulders. "Oh thanks, lock the door," she smiled and left the room.

The blonde turn the key twice and went to the closet, taking a large suitcase from the last drawer. She sat on the bed beside Carmilla.

"Will take care of me?" said the hoarse and weak voice as in a game of house.

Serum-soaked gauze to clean the wounds, the ointments, and everything else on the first-aid list. Sherman, you smart bastard.

The brunette forced a smile, but she was exhausted. Laura tightened the zipper on the collar of her military jumpsuit, waiting for the vampire's permission, giving a slight nod. She pulled it all the way down below her navel. With both hands she pushed, letting the fabric slide down her arms, from shoulders to wrists. Gently she laid her down on the bed, untying her laces, pulling off her boots, pulling on the rest of her clothes. The brunette was now only in her panties on the blonde's bed.

She picked up clues about how much time had passed. Not only was her hair long, but Carmilla's too, curling black strands covering her beautiful breasts, she could see the ribs a little more showy because of exhaustion in combat. She spotted the wound on her thigh and soon went to tend to it. The brunette moaned with the pain and Laura felt her chest heaving at the same time she sped up.

Carmilla, Carmilla. Her mind wished. The body, the lips, every curve, everything. Carm, she called in her mind. Her hands slid over her thighs, knees, hips and stomach, until Carmilla's fingertips lifted her face to engage in a light conversation of unafraid gazes.

"Laura," this short and simple call, in a completely intoxicating voice. The journalist climbed into bed with Carmilla underneath.

She slowly kisses around the wound as she climbed between the vampire's legs, letting soft moans escape her teeth. Laura saw a line of skin marked on the left side of her belly and, regretting such pain, kissed the entire length of the mark, getting a little shy of the bulge, but found them appreciating how beautiful they were to her.

She kissed them one at a time, snaking the tip of her tongue slowly and then kissing the stiffened tips, her neck being the next victim in the path traced by her mouth. Her arms flanked the brunette's body, who held her hands in the blonde's hair. Laura turned away, looking at her eyes, sure of it. She took her lips sweetly as red took over her consciousness.

Carmilla let out a howl of frustration, but thanked it for putting off this much-desired moment; in her conditions, it could not provide everything she would have liked for the young woman's body. She kissed the corner of her mouth, tipping her to the side. Without breaking her embrace, pulled the sheet and fell asleep with her.