Carm POV

In the middle of the second world war, after a certain vampire came out of her blood prison.

Carmilla was lost in the pages of a different kind of book. The clothes, although not much to her taste, attracted the least attention. For anyone who was running away from a crazy dean, getting attention was the last thing she wanted. The shaking of the cabin with the rails sliding in a thin layer of rain. It was still dawn when the train was stopping at the station. Only the landing whistle removed Carmilla from the words written in reddish ink. She closed the book without marking anything, stuffed it into the huge gray backpack, rough for a girl. He picked up her coat, wearing it over her white linen shirt, disguising her pants - not so common among women - she walked down the side corridor.

The doors opened to let a few users through that cold dawn. She jumped off the train's rear, running from the ticket inspector. Travel for free. A chore that for a vampire was fun for sure.

The weather froze some water puddles, slipping some dogs, the people there, and some luggage with their owners chasing it. The scene almost started a laugh, but she kept silent with a little smile at the corner of her mouth.

She hadn't been in those lands in years.

Wandering among a few passersby, she passed through the huge gate with an arch at the top, leaving the station. An inviting smell hovered. She turned her head for that scent. When she crossed her eyes at a blonde girl who was walking across the street. At that moment, a boy smeared with dirt accidentally slipped and slammed his face into the vampire's chest. He apologized and ran in fear.

Carmilla sought out that young woman before she missed her pocket mirror. Distracted by the inviting image. A thief managed to get the piece of silver.

But it wouldn't be like this ...

Eight blocks down the street, in an alley, sitting next to the trash cans. The boy wailed for not being able to eat the mirror.

"Hey, Guto, what you have there?" A hideous man surrounded him.

"Nothing." He replied hiding the mirror. The beggar rich in robberies grabbed the boy, demanding the shiny object "Let me go! I caught it. It's mine!"

"No, it's not!" Exclaimed the vampire at the alley entrance. The thieves looked at her. The boy with a terrified look. The man salivating as he laid eyes on her.

"Beautiful girl." He dropped Guto who was motionless on the floor. "Come here. I'm going to give you some candy " He approached. She rolled her eyes, and passed by the man, that didn't understand where she had gone.

"Give it back to me," She said to the shaky boy. The man turned and made a very dirty joke at her back. "Shut up, before I get angry" He laughed and pulled out a knife.

"Take the" Before he could possibly know it, the man was with his upper body in a trash can, his nose hitting the metal bottom.

The vampire went to the boy and held out her hand. Guto understood and handed over the mirror without delay. But almost broke his wrist when tried fingering her silver bracelet.

"Sorry" He tried to laugh. She dropped him on the floor. She adjusted her backpack, heading back out into the street. Guto followed her for half a block before she ran to lose him.

She jumped on a roof. And before getting another parallel street. Once again that perfume invaded her nose, like the morning dew. Towards her came to that girl who distracted her.

Carmilla found herself distracted by the Galician who, chattering in the wind. With walking crooked by the various bundles in her hands. Pants - who knew, it wasn't just Carmilla - and a clumsy walk on the street.

"Excuse me" Said the blonde by leaps. The vampire was speechless. Domed "Excuse me." She emphasized in a tougher tone.

"Excuse me. Let me help you, miss." Chivalry hit, and the girl with the many bags, clumsily, accepted a couple of extra hands willingly.

"Thanks. They were very heavy." Said the blonde wiping the sweat from her forehead, after crossing two streets. If she knows that for her helper, those things weighed nothing "What's your name?"

"Carmilla." replied the vampire touching a few strands of hair of the other showing the neck.

"Mine is Laura." Carmilla came out of the trance." Thanks for the help."

"You're welcome. " The brunette covered her face, blushing. Laura would have said more. But the vampire's throat lumped.

The intoxicating smell took her. It was almost a drug.

"I found you!" Shouted Guto from across the street. "That was amazing!" Carmilla took the boy by the shirt collar and disappeared. Leaving Laura at the fabric store door.

Around the corner. Carmilla dropped the boy. She gave him a coin and turned to see if the blonde was following her. No. This one kicked the rusted iron door again, that always stuck to open. Tinking the entrance bell and dragging those heavy bags into the store, with a sign over the door, "Hollis" in gold on a black background.

Carmilla gave a slight laugh with the scene, from the clumsy kicking the bags.

"Take it miss." The boy returned the coin. "Sorry. I didn't want to disturb you. I just wanted something to eat."

"With that you can eat." She said looking at the coin.

"Ah. You are not from here. But a dirty boy with money. Thief."

"But you are."

He frowned.

"I'm not that kind of thief. I just steal to eat. My parents taught me. That stealing is quite wrong. But out of sheer necessity, it is an appeal for life." Soon after, his eyes filled with water.

The vampire didn't have to ask any more questions. War. It was very reminiscent of the minefield, full of screams in which the hurries had been dragged. Running away from tanks and everything else that was shooting amid the screams and bombs. Guto left the coin on the floor and turned.

"Wait a second. I'll get you something to eat if you help me." She said to the boy, with very bright eyes to hear that he could eat. "I'm looking for the Karnstein. Do you know them?" The little thief looked at her and started pacing thinking.

"I remembered!" He jumped. "I know, they ran away a few years ago. But there are some remains of the castle if you want to look."

"Remains?"

"Ah. The Germans bombed." He said as a professor of ancient history.

"Take me there," Said Carmilla, but the boy had a little entrepreneurial spirit, held out his hand waiting for his payment before he play as the tour guide.