Their breathing filled the darkroom. Laura felt something hot and wet between the two ends pressing against her neck, and Carmilla closed her eyes savoring what her next meal tasted like ... or could it be more than just a meal?

"Ghaaa!!!" Screamed the vampire with Chello hanging by the canines on her hand. "Get out!" She got up from the bed trying to get rid of the furball.

The puppy's growls, furiously denting her hand, that just broke the spell, Carmilla shook her hand, but the brave little puppy refused to let it go, going against all the violence of the furious girl. Laura tried to help but ended up getting the furball on her face when she drops off that hand.

Carmilla's right hand soaked in black crimson in the dim light and, with the complete daily abandonment of the sun, the pitch swallowed the place. The journalist sat on the bed holding the furry that kept barking at her owner's almost eater.

"Your..." Without the blonde being able to react, the brunette brutally grabbed the puppy by the neck and, like a genuine tumbler, began to cry desperately for the touch being carried into the hall. "Out of here!"

Kicked off the second floor again.

"Carmilla!" Protested Laura, and she had lost her breath, with her head racing and her fangs itching. She ran to her room, slamming the door behind her, the sound of Laura's heart drowning out any noise, tormented, Carmilla picked up her backpack and jumped the balustrade running into the forest.

***

Above a peak near a hollow log. Objects flying in all directions. The moon did not light up as well, thin as the disturbing smile of a lilac cat.

"Where are you?!" Roared Carmilla turning over her sturdy backpack, taking everything out, the sword was thrown to one side, clothes, books, some jewelry, a small wooden box. "Where are you?!" The world seemed to be able to end until she found the little silver disk with a mirror, the same one that had belonged to Guto for a few minutes, she looked at her reflection as if the mirror could melt at the sight of General Zod's heat vision. "Now tell me! You have to tell me!!!" She cried for the object.

The light completely disappeared behind the dark clouds. The outline shone softly, the black reflection took shape, she saw the silhouette of a person sparkling in waves of a lake, long hair passing the waist, for a few seconds she thought it was her real mother, but the hair was golden as the sun.

"What?" She asked.

The faint moon changed the image that, revealed a woman dressed as a warrior, a light armor, similar to those described in her books from another world, the vampire gasped when she saw Laura in the mirror. Howling with rage, she threw the mirror that hadn't broken in the face of disproportionate strength, she grabbed the sword that decidedly repudiated her, locking in its sheath.

"What?! Now that I want to see you don't show me?! You know what, go to hell!" She threw the sword away, sitting on the floor, clenching her knees. "What's going on?" Asked only for herself. "Why don't you let me go?! I don't belong here!" As much as she shouted at the worked sheath, the blade did not meet her calls and, along with that mess, she thought of the Galician to invade her plans.

She remembered the last person who made her feel that way. Many years ago, from how she learned the value of blood, she could not drain anyone, because otherwise, she would gradually or very quickly lose her ability to think, lose all her mind.

Her false mother tried to steal her choices, encouraging rampant killing, blood without feeling is like salt water, it will only make you feel more thirsty and, in the end...

She had long been used to eating the blood of animals, it was not the same as humans, but it was better than losing sanity - that was her real mother who taught this.

Carmilla pressed her face against her hands, what was she thinking? Her fangs burned with desire for the blonde's blood, but why? She barely knows her, so what was wrong, why this sudden desire? She wasn't there to get involved with anyone, she just wanted to decipher the secret of the damn sword and go to the world she belonged in true.

"Carmilla, what were you thinking? You are not here to fall in love," She stared at her feet in the snow through her fingers, she did not believe what she had just said. "...love"

The clouds passed in the dim light, and the forest plunged into the rustle of frozen leaves, and dancing shadows. The vampire watched the tips of the trees sway, the timid wind was heard and, the cold familiar hugged her, the bite holes complained after the lack of affection towards them, a crimson thread dripped in the snow hanging from her hand and face.

***

The cold swallowed Laura into the forest. After going out the window, the girl staggered a few more meters before her injuries forced her to rest against a tree.

Her wool scarf garnished the neck and another blouse with the gray coat over it.

A little further away from the inn, she had begun to call for Carmilla, her voice was high or hoarse, her body ached, but something inside moved her forward, not a determination, but a stark need of...

"Carmilla!" She called in good sound, looking from side to side, looking for each tree and, calling out for the name she learned to like to call.

Almost a kilometer and a half into the forest the Galician was forced to take a rest, sitting on roots with the tree trunk as a back. From there she looked at the sky with almost no light, the pattern of clouds passing like the veil torn from the corpse bride.

"Laura Eileen Hollis, what are you doing?" Impersonating her father. "What do I want with her?" Her questions seemed simple, but even for humans, these are tough questions.

"What's your name again?" A bald, pale man appeared from behind the resting tree.

Laura jumped away from him besides the log.

"Oops, sorry, but I couldn't leave a beauty like you here alone, yet someone with such a beautiful name," Said the military man among smiles that were not pleasant, his teeth were abnormally crooked, or it was a light that did not favor him.

Filth! Laura thought, her name was a secret in the war.

"Easy cuttie, come on," He held out his hand dressed in German leather. "I just want to help," He smiled and, as dark as it was Laura noticed the Nazi uniform, the bald man with a wicked look and horse face, the bones of his face were jumped too much.

"Thank you, but, I'm fine, I'm just..." Three others like him came out behind her, uniformed, with the swastika stamped on their shoulders, she turned and, to her despair, found faces similar to that of the beast she had devoured Theo.

"Don't run," Said the first, who was thin, his uniform was leftover his shoulders, but his pointed ears lifted the stature of dry fern.

He warned, but she ran, and the second stepped forward grabbing her from behind holding her arms, letting her legs kick the air. A burly brute with thick, long arms to drag the elongated fingers of the earth.

"CARMILLA!!!" She called for help, screamed for release, they laughed with grotesque and crooked fangs.

"I would not scream cutie, it is dangerous with this snow and, I think you do not want to die buried," Said the least animalistic of them. She screamed again, infuriating them, the man with pointy ears going over his head tried to silence the enthusiast, but she imitated Chello and dented his fingers, furious he punched the Galician in the stomach who vomited everything she had eaten.

The bald man seemed to be the leader, everything he said the others obeyed, by the embroidery on his arm, he was a sergeant.

"Come on, it's too cold to eat her here, let's go to the wheelhouse," He said to Laura's despair that, there was an image of Theo's corpse stamped in her memory, next to a neon pink sign written: You are the next!

Two and a half seconds after the declaration, a fifth creature enters the scene kicking the sergeant in a tree that warped due to the impact, the others looked in amazement, behold, the brunette appears, furiously breaking the eared chin on a right hook, then it is the turn of Laura's jailer, but Carmilla is surprised by the fourth member, a quick little who bites the back of her leg.

"Fuck!" She steps on him until she almost takes his head off, at last, he falls. One down, she looks at Laura who is released by the brutes, they face each other, Carmilla and he locks hands in a dispute of strength, she turns him in the air but is taken along, both end in a noisy fall, the little one returns from the dead and, grabbed her legs, the strong one pulled her arms in the opposite direction, and suddenly they were playing tug of war, using the girl as a rope.

"Stop it!" Shouted Laura at the first crack of the brunettes bones being stretched.

"What? Stop now? Don't even think now that we have two cutie pies like you," Said the sergeant, salivating when taking possession of the blonde's hands.

"Get away from her!" Carmilla roared.

"And you will do what vampire?" Disparage the monster licking the blonde's fingers, the brunette freed her right hand with the gauntlet and pulled the strong man's arm, but in response he pulled her arm with both hands, dislocating her left shoulder.

She screamed with hatred, but the fury was about to break out in her actions when Laura squeaked with the sergeant biting her fingers. Carmilla's eyes flashed red as flames, her body tensed against the strength of the monsters.

"Death..." Without finishing calling the name, the blade already passed through the air over his eyes.

She grabbed the sword and, in a horizontal movement, separated the head from the footer painter's body, turning back she cut the strongest from the waist to the shoulder, the eared man tried to bite it even with a broken jaw, but the girl just finished pulling off it when she put the blade edge from the top of the head to the chest. Enraged, she looked at the bald man that shited himself out at a disadvantage.

"Wait a minute," Asked the sergeant throwing Laura at her. "Wait,"

Carmilla didn't even look at Laura clinging to her. Her eyes kept on shining carmine. The last Nazi pulled out a pistol, firing at both of them, but the shot ricocheted off in the gauntlet, who retaliated by throwing the sword in the middle of the coward's forehead, trapping him in a tree.

"Carmilla," Laura called grabbing the black coat, both hearts, and breaths uneven, but when the journalist looked up, she saw the image of the reddest and fascinating eyes of her life, but not in a good way, because the brunettes canines popped out as fangs, with a bit of maple watering their lips.

When she finally understood the situation, the Galician was running away with everything she could, towards the inn, panic made her lose any dodge quality, flipping over after hitting half her body on a tree and landing in the snow. Before she could get up, a pair of very strong hands pinned her wrists to the floor.

Out of her mind, Carmilla housed the blonde in the middle of the snow, without letting her escape, muffling the screams with her fingers and, exposing Laura's neck, tending her head back. Was fast, the soles of her boots slipping on the ice flakes, her knees soaked with melted snow, and her whole body against Carmilla's chest. The cold windburned and froze, but they were nothing compared to the red-hot iron that burned around her neck, with the vampire's fangs.