❛ I’m actually her lover, and no- I’m no vampire. She won’t change me. I’m sorry to hear about that. I can only imagine what it would be like to go through that against your will. ❜
♚ ;; ’ w-wait, correct me if i heard wrong, but you and carmilla are LOVERS–? wait, s-sorry– i mean– i just– … carmilla doesn’t seem like the one who would be in a long-term romantic relationship– no offense to you, you seem nice !! and… you shouldn’t want to be a vampire, it’s– it’s not nice in the slightest. you’re better off remaining h u m a n.‘
The vampire ran a hand through her hair with a sigh, dark chocolate optics falling to the floor as she tried to think about where to begin, what to tell this girl. She guessed she should start with her name and where she was. She stood from the drawer and walked towards the redhead, arms crossed over her chest as she sat beside her.
“Alright. I’ll tell you. First off, my name is Carmilla. And you’re at Silas University. You are experiencing the same things I experienced about 400 years ago… You might feel an emptiness, a stinging, incredible regret… Your heart… might feel like it’s not even beating. Your mind spinning in confusion and pain. And you just want to lay down and wish it all away… sweetheart, you’ve been turned into a vampire. I don’t know by who. Maybe it was my mother, or that idiotic brother of mine… I’m not sure. It’s a lot to take in. I know… But I’m willing to help you. You want to tell me your name, sweetie?”
♚ ;; ava listened intently. she was afraid– no absolutely T E R R I F I E D. what the other was describing was exactly how she felt. she felt all of them, if it was even possible. an emptiness as if something was wrong, a stinging as though she had been betrayed by her best friend, and incredible regret for EVERYTHING she had done in life ( though its not like that part was any different than from before ). her heart felt gone, her mind was pounding, and she really, really just wanted to lay down and DIE( there was no point in wishing it away if her life was just as bad before ). she could feel something building up to the back of her throat as she took in the mountain of new information. it made her sick, knowing that she’d be living for– how long ?eternity ? she was struggling enough with life as it was.
’ i’m… ‘ she began, but she found that her voice was near gone. she cleared her throat, wiping away at the tears in her eyes she had not realized had formed until now. ’ i’m ava… ’
♚ ;; ava had been changing on carmilla’s orders– she had just met the brunette ( after supposedly being MURDERED and turned into a VAMPIRE ) and was given some one her roommate’s clothing to change into. the young did not know where carmilla had left to ( she mentioned something about getting ava blood ) but she did not care, she was finally alone. alone meant peace and quiet, and peace and quiet was pure bliss for ava. a sigh left her lips as she dragged the dress up and over her head. and just then, the door opened and ava’s cheeks grew warm as she turned to carmilla and–
’ y-you’re not carmilla… ’ she pointed out, blatantly, face growing more red by the second. l a v a bubbled in her throat, as crimson hues were wide with pure SHOCK and FEAR.
“You’re not going to kill anybody. It doesn’t work like that. You have complete control over your own actions. Now don’t be ridiculous. Will it make you feel any better if I said I would keep you at bay?”
♚ ;; ’ … you just called me a KILLER– how can you say that and then state that i’m not going to kill anybody? from what you told me, i need to drink blood or whatever to survive. if i have complete control, maybe i just won’t drink blood ever. and no !! it doesn’t help because no matter what, i’m still a VAMPIRE.‘
♚ ;; the red dress ava adorned slipped over her head, leaving her in her white stockings and red undergarments. the young girl stared at the dress for a few moments, letting it drape in her arms and–
the shifting behind her interrupted her thoughts. crimson orbs grew wide as her cheeks flushed RED - it were almost as though she was g l o w i n g. the pure shock of someone (much less be it odin) walking in on her changing rendered her s p e e c h l e s s. she could feel L A V A bubbling in the back of her throat. so there she stood, dress in hands, and in simply white stockings and her undergarments, staring at the boy who had walked in with EMBARRASSMENT and SHOCK.
Carmilla recognized these symptoms right off the bat. She remembered having the same ones when she was murdered that night in 1698. It seemed so long ago… But who would have brought this girl back to life? Was it… Was it her mother? Why did she need another minion? The vampire shook her head and knelt beside the girl, a sudden comforting nature about her.
“Come here, sweetheart. Let’s get you into some better clothes. I think I can explain what’s happened.”
She sat the young girl on the bed and began sifting through Laura’s— because she’s the only one who would have a nightgown or something— drawers.
♚ ;; ava’s hand subconsciously rose, rubbing the ripped spot on her chest. the wound that typically would have been there if she had not been t u r n e d was simply now a SCAR. one that would obviously torment her for the rest of her life– how ever many d e c a d e s that was going to be. it still throbbed, though, STUNG– as if it were still fresh. a grimace appeared on her face, before she followed and sat down on the bed. crimson orbs were full of confusion and fear.
’ i-i don’t really want new clothes– not right now at least… i just want to know what’s going on. ’
fear was rushing through her veins, and she could feel her heart– no. no she couldn’t feel her heart. it wasn’t beating, it wasn’t moving. tears welled into her eyes as panic washed over her. she was dead. DEAD. she was in a dream– she must have been.
