Chapter 2
It was incredibly sad…
Carmilla had lived and died and lived again. She had seen empires fall and men destroy each other in the name of peace, in the name of religion and what they believed was right. She had seen death. More often than not… she had been death.
And yet she found it infinitely more tragic to see the pain and sadness in this girl’s eyes. The disbelief. Because she could not see how beautiful she truly was. She could not see herself the way Carmilla saw her.
Pure, innocent and full of light. Laura’s soul was so bright that it hurt to look at her. It burned her own soul and yet Carmilla could not look away.
So it pissed her off, made her so terribly furious to hear Laura’s refusal to believe that Carmilla could want something other than to eat her. Drink her blood.
When the little journalist eyes widened after she asked what Carmilla had been trying to do if not eat her, the vampire thought for a second that the younger girl had finally understood.
And it was fucking embarrassing…
There she was. Over 300 years old, incredibly powerful vampire…bested by a bunch of dimwits and a creampuff when she tried to seduce said creampuff, only to end up tied to a chair.
To hell with embarrassing, it was fucking humiliating!
…but then she saw the tiny spark of hope disappear from the little journalist’s eyes and Carmilla forgot about her embarrassment completely as the cupcake grew sad and convinced herself that it wasn’t possible. That Carmilla just wanted to eat her and nothing more.
“Just how blind can you be, cupcake?” The vampire asked, obviously annoyed. “If I’d wanted to eat you I wouldn’t have dressed up or brought champagne. I could have just taken you while you were asleep.”
“Then what the hell was that?” Laura just glared, anger entering her eyes now. “Why were you looking at me like that? Why were you saying those things?” The tiny blonde snapped, eyes watering.
“Was it out of pity?” She asked, her voice trembling with emotion. “Because, I don’t need your stupid pity. I know how I look, I know no beautiful girl is ever going to want me. I sure as hell don’t want them, don’t want you, giving me hope that they might care when they just feel sorry for me!”
Carmilla was frozen. She stared at Laura with wide eyes, unable to believe the words coming out of her mouth. The pain radiating from her body, from her soul. Who the hell had made Laura feel this way about herself. Who had hurt her? Because this level of pain couldn’t come from someone who hadn’t had her heart broken.
“Or do you feel sorry at all?” The blonde was now furious, walking closer to Carmilla and getting in her face. “You were just playing with me, weren’t you? Is that it? Did you plan to give me hope only to humiliate me later?” She had lost control now. Laura was almost screaming, her eyes glazed as she lost herself in memories of the past.
“It wouldn’t be the first time.” She said, confirming what Carmilla already suspected about Laura’s past. “That’s all you beautiful girls ever want from me…to see me humiliated and broken. To show me how perfect you are, make me think I might have a chance and then laugh in my face because you’ll never let me touch you! Because you’re out of my league and how could I possibly believe you’d ever want someone as disgusting as me…well there’s no need for you to waste your time.” She turned away to hide the tears running down her cheeks. “I already know…”
Carmilla stared at Laura’s back, her shaking shoulders. She could hear the blonde”s muffled sobs and smell the salt of her tears. It made Carmilla tremble with rage as she realized the depth of Laura’s pain. Someone had toyed with her in the most cruel way and then broken her with sharp hurtful words that left a terrible emotional wound on the tiny girl’s soul.
Carmilla silently swore that she would find this person and rip them apart for hurting Laura, for making her think she wasn’t worthy of being loved.
But first…
With little effort on her part the ropes tying her to the chair snapped and Carmilla stood up, reaching for the blonde, pulling her flush against her body before she had a chance to react.
First she would show Laura how beautiful she truly was.