The Sheer Hatred That burns in amber turned amethyst oculars is incomprehensible for it radiates solely from the heart of the wingless Raven, glaring down at the corpse of the man he’d done away with. Fluids as black as a moonless night itself creates pools on the ground surrounding him, dripping steadily from his gloves and bursting upon making contact. He wasn’t very clean about this deed, for she’d been a distraction, entering before he could finish the deed. He felt her coming but the struggle was inevitable. In the heat of the moment, The victim was rendered immobile, eyes widening in horror as a gaping hole appeared in his chest, revealing the wall behind himself. His heartbeat was unwavering momentarily as it pulsates in the mans hand, slowing eventually before coming to a complete stop. The victims eyes become lackadaisical, closing partway and staring up at his killer as the murderer focuses his attention elsewhere. Vanitas would be the last thing he’d seen in his final moments of life. He draws in a shaky breath, unable to move, throat rattling as he breathes in. And finally, it was over.
❝ S-sir?? A- Are you okay ? ❞
She inquires, fear lacing her tone as she splutters. He laughs, far more amused than he should have been. She was a witness to his devilish deeds. She was either to be eliminated or forced to be allied with him, if he found her useful. Or rather, if she was rendered speechless, she could not speak of his crimes. Her tongue would make a nice souvenir along with the heart he’d collected, though it was likely that it’d be devoured along his way to base. Alas, She was youthful. The fright that she’d become overwrought with reminded him of himself in the beginning of his hunting days. Like a deer in the headlights of life and death. He couldn’t help but pity her. So sad. So beautiful.
❝ Must be an interesting night for you, love. How long have you been here ? ❞
♚ ;; she could feel something bubbling in the back of her throat as she looked out before her. it was all RED, it was all the color of BLOOD. it made her sick. it made her t e r r i f i e d. crimson hues were wide, and they showed pure FEAR. she could only hope that her demon would do something to aid her. blood had never bothered her much ( she had seen so much of her own blood spilled from a young age; she was used to it ) but the man before her– he held the HEART of a man that had been living moments ago, this wasn’t just blood. she reeled back, a hand coming up to clamp on her mouth as she felt the lava churn up through her throat ( she didn’t even know w h e r e the substance came from; it was just ｔｈｅｒｅ). and there she stood, frozen in place, unknowing of what to s a y, what to d o. she– she was going to DIE here, wasn’t she? he would do the same thing to her as he did to the now-DEAD man.
’ i-i– ’ she began, but quickly stopped when lava threatened to sputter out from her lips. she squeezed her eyes shut, fists clenching as she forced down the hot substance. a small puff of smoke left her lips as she coughed. she wiped at her lips, before making a realization– she could potentially H U R T this man with the LAVA, and maybe, just maybe, she could make it out ALIVE. she’d just have to improvise until he got a little closer. ’ i-i-iii j-jjustt ccame in n-nnow, ’ she stammered, ’ i-i pp-promise ii-i ww-won’t t-tell anyone !!’
❛ 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.
