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.
