Garu Syvalion the personal guard of Mina Halker, servant of the Wallachia command, the Fallvalion pawn and the only thing between the renegade vampire Carmilla and the aspiring journalist Laura.

The streak on the ground guarded by what Carm called:

"Get out of my way, motherfucker!" Roared, rising from another bended tree.

"Insult as many relatives you want, they are not my family at all, not anymore," Garu was irritatingly calm, always aiming at nothing, drawing on thin snow, barely staring at her opponent.

"I'm warning you, get out of my way!" Carmilla advanced like an American football striker, in the same violence she was beaten by a blow that threw her on the top of a tree, from there she spotted a way for Laura, but the trunk gave way to a single cut by Fallvalion.

She quickly jumped to the ground, falling to her feet with the immense trunk lifting a thin white layer behind her. Her hair danced to the impact of the tree, Carmilla's eyes changed from dark brown to boiling red, closing her fists with her aura, using hatred in the right parts, her clothes swaying with the cold air hovering in that arena.

"Death Kiss," She snarled with her hand extended with the gauntlet. In a second, the blade deposited the handle between her fingers.

"Nice sword," Garu acknowledged, admired of the work of the rival weapon. "Vespertine," Presented with the pale blade in the middle of her face. "Ladies first," She bowed.

"Go to HELL WITH LADIES!!!" Carmilla go forward in a horizontal section on her left, Fallvalion braked blade wire by wire, being pushed upright by the novice swordsman, stopping just before the dashed line with her heels raised.

"Well, you have an excellent position, but you did not develop it, with that level and the amount of emotion that is letting guide your blows," Garu deflected the tip of Death Kiss to the ground, hitting a strong elbow in the face of the angry vampire who, tried to counterattack, but she got hit by a big kneeling in the ribs. "Your chances of defeating me are null,"

The brunette spat blood on her knees, her tongue warned her of two loose teeth, her view confirmed a third molar outside her mouth. Her chest seemed hit by a locomotive, pain added to anger, the Death Kiss carrier was boiling over blood from Mina Halker's guard.

"You shall not pass," Reaffirmed Garu, disarming the combat pose and finally looking into the eyes of the jumping canine opponent. "I won't allow you," Showed her fangs and eyes shining like jewels.

The brunette tried to run, win a race to Laura, but she was pulled back by the heel and thrown in the opposite direction. Garu was fast - no wonder Mina didn't need more guards, Fallvalion was enough - watching the impossibility of an escape, Carmilla adopted the combat posture, arching her knees, her right leg forward, both hands on the corporal, fully focus on the enemy and how to tear it apart.

A clash among the trees, each movement discharged a breath of air, logs were marked by their passage, the executioner always on the defensive being pushed to the lowest part of the mountain. Among the attacks strongly defended by the skilled blonde, Vespertine pierced the renegade.

Carmilla pressed the hilt of the sword to devour her, drying the throat, burning her hatred inside, channeling it in the defended attacks and, retaliated by Fallvalion - time was running out - the clash was dragging more and more, with red spots across the white, if the brunette was thinking of go forward, was being fooled by her sense of direction. As Garu took her away from the line, away from Laura, but run was impossible.

The only alternative was to defeat Fallvalion.

Taking advantage of the vampire's dispersion immersed in hatred, the executioner squeezed the Vespertine cable between the enemy's shoulder and neck, injuring Carmilla's collarbone by retreating with her left arm hanging down. So she realized the ground under her boots, pure ice - Lake Fehér - thinner and dangerous, the relief of winter last week.

"That's enough Carmilla, just accept it, we don't have to prolong it," The guardian said despondently, while her opponent struggled to stand on the ice surface with her collarbone and several other broken bones.

"Get out of my way!" She weakened with her ribs dancing loose, using the sword as a
crutch. "I want, I want her," Gasped at the sound of the ice cracking morbidly.

"Really? Are you so in love that you would kill your own species for a human girl?" Garu sheathed the blade, as the opponent no longer had a fighting position. It was what Carmilla expected, in one last desperate attack and, carelessness of the guardian. Death Kiss went through the cover of the dry blonde. "Yes, you are in love," Concluded the executioner outside her cloak of cold beside the renegade.

The Vespertine cable snapped Carmilla's jaw, throwing her into the sky, and in that sky was Fallvalion in a spin with the elbow that hit the brunette's neck, making her cross thru thirty centimeters of ice into the water. She was no longer thinking, her skull had crashed beneath the ice, the freezing water was seeping through all the wounds, it diluted the remaining blood in her cold-dominated body, her fingers loosened Death Kiss in the underwater pitch and everything got dark.

***

"Let me go with you!" Carmilla pleaded the woman with long blood-colored hair. "Let me go with you! Why can't I go to the world I'm from?!"

"Because you were born at this one! Stupid vampire!" That harsh voice roared. "You were born here, my daughter belongs to this world."

A smoky vampire dream, a hazy, blackened memory of frustration. The image was changing, entering a whirlpool of flames and bombs, missiles and English planes, a coffin of blood for a traitor.

Too many poor memories.

"Mother?" Carmilla called, the voice echoed in an endless gray stone room, her hands trapped being sucked by the blood of her victims, the walls of the coffin rise around her body, the air was missing, her throat was pulled back by a red thread and the screams lacerated her vocal cords.

"Carm?" Laura's voice hung over the agony.

The renegade vampire opened her eyes and there was the blonde calling her, but beside her was Mina.

"Lauraaa!!!" Roared the renegade watching the judge open her mouth on the blonde's neck, but she preferred to hand over all the blood from her body, if only that would save the journalist who left this world in the judge's fangs. The image changed once again, and this time Ell took the place of Laura, and Lilita Morgan herself replaced Mina's teeth.

"Look, child," Lilita stopped draining the innocent young girl, holding her face towards Carmilla, howling with hatred. "It is this monster that deceived you. It is this monster that killed you," Ell's chest exploded with the powerful lady's arm of the shadows pierced it.

"Ell!!!" Shouted Carmilla when she saw the heart of her lover still beating with panic in the hands of her false mother.

"Goodbye, my child," the cruel woman said just before a snap of her fingers smashed the traitor's windpipe inside the coffin without being able to escape from the grave.

***

Pieces of ice hit each other, floating on the calm destroyed surface. Carmilla woke up spitting water inside Garu's mouth.

"Calm down," Asked Fallvalion holding her. "I said wait," But the renegade didn't want to know anything. Then she felt a pain thunder below her ribs, Garu held a blade buried in the young vampire. "You gave me no other choice, you will keep it until you calm down," Snorted sitting next to Carmilla who moaned because of the damn dagger. "Calm down. It will only hurt more. Do not fight to stay awake, soon you will pass out. It is done," She said last, with the end of the sentence.

It was just before noon when all this madness started and the sun was setting red; it was the end, and Carmilla knew that.

"Laura" Called in her mind before everything become black.