Through the bedroom window, the sun lighted like a veil on the fuchsia wood of the patterned wall, designed like on a diagonally fallen trunk of the Punkt rooms. Norma drew the curtains, darkening the room of the renegade tied to the bed. The headboard pushed the back, a lilac chain pulled the canopy below the arms through Carmilla's clothes, arms and legs tightly tied by the same chain.

"I'm sorry for the chain, but we must talk and preferably with you calm Mircalla, "Said Norma siting a chair right way at the door. "First, allow me to apologize for the way you found out, we would have this conversation after I come back. But you are stronger than you look, just like that short girl."

Carmilla tugged on her arms, trying to free herself, but her strength, already out of step with the bronze, was lesser with the chain clinging to her skin.

"Save yourself the effort."

"Gold scarab chain?" Asked weakly.

"You know things, young girl."

"I had to clean Lilita's mess sometimes," She smiled, but her body and heart didn't do the same. It aimed the other two ends of the canopy, one on the chest and the other on the shoulder.

"So, once you understand, let's talk Mircalla," From there, the brunette had no choice but to listen to the will that would follow the end of the punishment disguised as a verdict. "You should know that the judge of the third court is very direct in the sentences," Carm closed her eyes, trying to find those heartbeats, but she was a little deaf from the blood senses with her skull broken. "Mircalla?"

"She still alive, why? Weren't you going to kill her?" Asked facing the prosecutor's eyes.

"We never said we would kill her, even though that desire was constant on the judge's mind. Confused? It's not a secret that Judge Mina Halker is an excellent telepath. She could easily end up more than half of Wallachia's council in an aneurysm, or make them wear a ballet skirt and go out dancing like swans. Understand Mircalla, what use have humans to us? Those fragile beings. For us, only our own matter, humans can do nothing, scream out, vampires, werewolves, by the gods an elf of darkness," She gestured imitating human dread. "After so many years, the real threat walk in the night by our own side."

"Enough with this small talk, will you kill me or take me to Romania? Torture? Bury? Spill it out!" The brunette's eyes filled with red and her teeth protruded her lips, and the canopy pressed against her shoulder.

"The sentence was oblivion, nobody that you have met in that inn will remember you Mircalla, not even Laura Eileen Hollis, it is in your interest then to know that, it was Mina herself to erase her memories," Carmilla seemed skeptical of that, both of her feelings and her own forgetfulness, but she had an idea that could be the salvation of a doubt.

"You know how to bend minds too, don't you?"

"I don't usually brag, Mina is better than me." Norma crossed her legs.

"Erase mine, I don't want to remember her anymore."

Evergot laughed at the request.

"Mircalla, among everyone you are the one who must remember her, you must remember not to make the same mistake," The prosecutor looked at the renegate, letting her eyes follow the curves of the dressings.

"For Mina, one hundred human lives can be taken for a night life, the opposite cannot happen either one to one. The problem for her is the nocturnal ones who decide that a human can be worth over one of ours. Our destruction cannot come from human hands, but from our own, a war between the same blood. What do you think the Greek age was? Ragnarok, or even the end of the Persian empire, we must not go to war, otherwise we would be like men, just taking the lives of our fellow," Evergot took a breath after the immense idealistic explanation.

"Don't make me laugh with that hollow altruism of the court, you know we are always at war with each other, the difference is that we live longer than men, nothing more, otherwise we are even worse."

The prosecutor smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, with the disillusioned and disowned young woman Mircalla Karnstein.

"Laura is alive, as well all the residents of the inn, but for now, at least until we leave, you must stay away from her, for Laura's sake. Believe me, you don't have to be a clairvoyant to know that Mina is thirsty to attack you mother and everything else that refers to her."

"She is not my mother!" Roamed Carmilla with thirsty fangs.

"Watch your thirst, not that you be able to drink something with so much bronze in your veins, but this chain is not tolerant of screams," Norma said with the chain pressing the tip of the canopy on the renegade's chest. "Listen, centuries ago the third court judged a case very similar to yours, a young vampire in love with a human girl. It was a scandal at the time, not the taste, but the balance of values. For that vampire the human was worth more than her blood of the night. The same streak imposed on you was proposed to her. It all culminated in the death of five vampires and the severely wounded executioner, in which Mina had no choice but to exterminate the entire human family and execute the vampire who had challenged her own species. Can you see what happened here Mircalla?"

"If I had crossed that line."

"Yes, she would be buried with everyone else under the burnt debris of the inn. It was because of this case centuries ago that, Mina thought a little more about the two of you, instead of killing everyone. By this, you must understand the judge. The vampire from centuries ago had crossed the line and, had to watch everyone being killed before his eyes, one by one, until Anna's turn, yes that was the name of the young woman to be torn apart. The same could have happened to you two."

The vampire on the bed disarmed, letting her muscles sink into oblivion. The supposed victory had a nasty taste, Laura alive had been a gain, but without remembering her and what they felt; a loss. The chains loosened, as did the stakes aimed at her heart. Norma called the chain freeing Carmilla and replacing the canopy in its place aimed at the ceiling.

"I can't say for sure when we going to leave, because Mina and Garu are hunting the centurion in that region."

"Hunting?" The brunette hid her disgust and total lack of faith in the Wallachian principles.

"Yes, he would be punished for total incompetence and neglect leaving those growlers out there, but we found out that he had business with the pack, now the hunting season has started, Mina will not come back till caught him, do you believe the bastard ran away when he heard we were here?"

"And shouldn't you be with them?" Questioned to the redhead.

"No, in this case he is already guilty, I'm only there when I think the defendant does not deserve the accusation or the penalty. Now please, silence Mircalla," She asked with her finger to the lips.

Sounds of steps, sounds of nervousness, sounds of Laura's heart behind the door.

Norma's chain gagged Carmilla at the same time the journalist was knocking on the door.

"What are you doing? You don't even know her, although she is so beautiful," Heard from the corridor.

The prosecutor couldn't hide her smile at the situation, the journalist without the least bit of modesty was already after the vampire she thought she didn't know, she certainly wouldn't be in the judge's predictions - and that would make Mina foam with rage - Carmilla shot the devil's advocate holding the laughs.

"Is she not in here? Ah! My god and, she looked so bad, she must have been in so much pain," Laura knocked a few more times and, Norma almost let the laughter pass the back of her hands. "Maybe she is at the bar," The prosecutor took the chair to the side of the door with the blonde's steps away in the hall. "Kirsch, are you still making snowmen?!" At last the lawyer burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry," She said snapping her fingers to release the brunette. "My god, you attract like a jacket and a hanger," The prosecutor held on to the fireplace with laughter. "Too bad I didn't know you without all this mess, I would love a double date, there was going to be a lot to talk, the main thing would be how it would make Mina angry, even the date would turn her green with anger."

Her laugh was pure joy, the kind that would drag everyone to laughter through osmosis, but unfortunately Carmilla was not in the least bit humorous, and she was unaware of any synonym for joy in the situation.

"I'm going to take that idiot out of the doll assembly before his hands turn dark," The redhead opened the door, stopping on the threshold to take one last look at the bedridden vampire. "Soon you will be free, but seriously, rest." The clarity ended when the door was closed.

Carmilla threw herself back, taking a deep breath and concentrating on her hearing. Even though she doesn't see the redhead's joke, nor the storm to come. Somehow it was comforting to close eyes and listen to Laura's heart racing after a snowball down the street, to hear him jump with the girl probably slipping, falling on the curb and laughing at the Austrian clubbing video. The vampire allowed herself to smile at the thoughts. Maybe the blonde could fall more often, but it could be in her arms, lying on the green grass and, roll down from the sun, with Laura on it. Some tears flowed, but being alone there was no problem. That was a secret between her humanity and the darkness.