Existence
Laura's POV:
Did she just?... was that?...
I feel my face heat up as I sit alone trying to process what just happened. "Oh my gosh, her jacket!" I quickly get up and run out the door to the open dead road. It was dark except for the small light outside of the shop. I didn't see her anywhere.
Crap.
She did tell me to keep it but I didnt want to take it. I liked it very much, especially the scent, but why did she give it to me like it was nothing to her? The tiny investigator in me began to spring out. I sighed in defeat and decided to walk home.
Classes began again tomorrow at Silas University and I had signed up this year. Dr. Laf thought school would be a good distraction for me. I wasn't one to fight with them on that. I guess a new scent would be better too. The hospitals smell of latex and lack of clean air was really starting to make me sick.
Besides, How bad could it be?
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Carmilla's POV:
I hope she got home alright. The least I could have done was stayed and walked her home. I'm sure she's fine. I don't know why I even care, she's just some girl. Just a normal girl.
I walk around the woods Mattie usually likes to purge but don't find her anywhere.
Must have decided to pick a better location.
I begin walking to my appartment. I could run there and make it in less than a minute but I wanted to enjoy the stars.
Existence was something I found interesting, including my very own. It's a psychology major's way of looking at things I guess. I had visited so many different schools and gotten degrees from each. I don't know what it was about this that made me feel so close to home. Maybe it was my constant search for purpose. I had been living for longer than I had wanted to, of course I'm in search of a purpose. Every decade that passed I've done nothing but feel useless. Watching as humans die day after day leaving no mark on the world. Not even a scratch. It was saddening. Had I to have died the night I was turned I wouldn't have left a dent in the world. My tombstone would not be visited to this day as my body would have become one with the earth.
It all had deeper meaning to me but I could never wrap my finger around it. As soon as I get home I found Mattie sleeping on my couch. I laugh quietly, guess she couldn't make it to her house. What a party animal. I place a blanket over her and kiss her forehead then go to my room to lay down.
Today felt different. Tomorrow would be the same. I was going into my second semester at Silas and was kind of looking forward to getting back. Sure being out all night with Mattie and random girls I meet in clubs was fun, but I liked the calmness school brought me. It was always bittersweet.
I'd get used to seeing the same faces in the halls. It made me feel normal. I had only met 2 or 3 people in my lifetime that I actually befriended, each with different stories, but I'd never allow myself to get too close. It was hard watching a close friend age. I had to watch my own family age. It was a beautiful procrss that caused so much pain to witness. So I was broody as often as I could be to scare people off, but somehow those 2 or 3 people had managed to stick around and be friends with me. They're gone now. It was a sad sight to watch but I knew they lived full lives.
I laid in bed watching as my ceiling fan turned, wondering what this year had in store for me.
Vampires don't really sleep much, that's something those mocking vampire movies got right. But it was refreshing to every once and awhile. It was another thing that made me feel normal. I could go days without sleep, but I still decided to sleep when I could. Sunlight was never fun to witness, it did not burn me or cause me to sparkle. The thought of being a disco ball in the sunlight was a terrible joke. I laugh to myself. I'm just very VERY sensitive to it.
I didn't exactly crave normalcy, I had just forgotten what it was like to be the least bit normal. Sure I could act it, but it felt wrong to. Each decade brought change that I had to adapt to. That was another thing school taught me. Dating was for sure never the same. Chivalry was practically dead and people became sloppy.
The world has lost its beauty. The world has lost its color.
So I became just as sloppy, spending nights in others beds. I didn't need attachment. I didn't want it. It would only bring me pain later to watch my partner age as I stay the same.
Deep down I wasn't this person, to stay in a bed for only a night. I was one for love. Romance. The old days. But the world has made me cold. Colorless. And I knew this way I shall stay. It was for the best.
I should really be getting sleep but my mind was always going 100 miles an hour.
Tomorrow will be normal.
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Laura's POV:
*beep beep beep*
I grunt and roll over hitting my alarm clock to turn it off. 6 A.M. was way too early to get dressed for class but I needed a few extra minutes to drive down to the school.
I keep my eyes shut for a bit watching little sparks fly inside the darkness of my eye lids. The sparks soon become swirls and I feel my stomach getting nauseous. I get up and run to the restroom hardly holding in the food I had eaten the previous night till I got to the toilet. It was as if all my food and water was leaving my body. The liquid came out clear, which wasn't a terrible sign. I sigh sitting on the bathroom floor wiping the extra contents from my mouth.
This wasn't routine but it wasn't abnormal either, especially a day after my last session. It was the one thing I didn't miss about doing these sessions. I had gone so long without taking them, it was my father who convinced me to try again.
What's the point..
I finally find the strength to get up and get dressed for the day. I brush my teeth trying not to gag at the overpowering mint smell and taste. After changing into an oversized t-shirt and some black jeans I look at my coat rack. The girls jacket was on one hook and my normal brown one was on the other.
What are the chances I'd run into her again anyways.
I saw no harm in wearing her jacket again. It matched my outfit and the scent brought me a small pinch of serenity. It was calming and much nicer for my senses then my jacket that smelt of the hospital. It was time for me to go. I grab my keys and walk out the door to my black Altima. I was always one for riding my bike but the weather lately was definetly not permitting it.
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Carmilla's POV:
I somehow managed to show up to class on time, this was definetly not like me. I wasn't eager to be here, I just couldn't sleep last night so I decided to stay up for class.
I sat behind the annoying jock leader of the Zeta's. It was definitely not by choice, he just sat in front of me. I didn't care for his name. He was always so dapper and puppy-like, I found it repulsive. He also had the worst vocabulary. He called me carm-sexy last semester. If it wasn't for the people around I swear I would have beat the 'dude' out of him.
Class begins and I already regret my decision of being early. The english professor has people introduce themselves to the class with their name and major. Nothing new. Nobody volunteered to go first and I sure as hell didn't care to.
"Well someone's gotta go?" She says looking at the crowd of students. When she looks straight at me I could tell what was coming next. She raises her hand to point at me when a girl runs into the room about 10 minutes late. Light brown hair with streaks of gold. A gently placed beanie over it. Black leather jacket and black pants over her tiny figure. A small awkward smile.
It's her. But how?