Another Drunk Brittany
The car illuminated a light blue 1:42am.
Carmilla was physically drained. There were only so many “Where are you from?”s “Why are you here?”s “What do you do other than Uber?”s & “Oh my God Brittany is going to throw up!”s she could deal with tonight before she felt she’d go insane.
Or before she just might sink her teeth into someone. More than likely it’d be the latter.
At this time of the night, most of the calls were going to be from people that were drunk out of their minds and needed a ride home. Although everything in her screamed GO HOME AND REST, she decided she’d do one last call. It couldn’t hurt to scrape in a few more dollars.
Carmilla was back in downtown again—only this time she had just dropped off a male couple that was practically having sex in her backseat. She made a mental note to disinfect her seat once she got home.
She wasn’t in the mood to go very far, so she clicked on the one closest to her. It was a picture of a twenty one year old male named Kirsch. In his photo he was shirtless and flexing confidently. Carmilla rolled her eyes. Great, a beefcake.
The streets of LA were never quiet, but they weren’t as crowded at this time of night, something Carmilla was especially thankful for. She understood that an extensive amount of patience went into being an Uber driver, but patience wasn’t really her strong suit—even when it was a part of the job.
The car eased off into the road again until she made a turn onto the same street she had been on for a grand portion of the night.
Not to her surprise, the customer was posted in front of the same nightclub she had dropped those four guys—and practically half of her other customers—off at earlier in the night.
Carm pulled up to the front of the nightclub and set the car in park. She let out a heavy sigh and slid her hands down her face.
She couldn’t wait to fall face first into her pillow. Her drowsiness was catching up to her so she turned up her stereo and blasted the AC, taking the traditional precautions to keeping herself awake.
Sorry I’m not love
I’m lost in a blurr
I’m dealing with a lot
I’m feenin’ for your heart
Why?
Why don’t I just stop?
The lyrics to Snoh Aalegra’s song ‘In Your River’ danced around in the car and tugged at the strings of her heart. The song took her back to days she’d spent so long trying to forget…but there were just some memories that ached to be remembered. She was one of those…
Carmilla’s thoughts were interrupted abruptly by the forceful opening of her passenger door.
She cleared her throat and adjusted herself so she was sitting up-right before looking over at the individual who opened the door.
“I can handle myself! I could—I can walk!” A shrill voice slurred.
The shirtless man from the photo poked his head into the car (fully clothed, thankfully) and smiled, “Hi!”
“Hello.” Carmilla responded uninterested.
“So…this really drunk little nerd hottie here… she needs to get home. Safe. & she’s really drunk. Can you take her home…safely…and stuff.” Kirsch spoke a little slowly as he helped the small girl behind him into the car.
She sat down in the passenger's seat—not before tripping over her own feet...and then Kirsch’s feet—and started yelling at him. She still wasn't facing Carm.
“I…am not that drunk! I…I had like…I didn’tevendrinkthatmu-you know what, you’re drunk!” The girl was definitely drunk, she was slurring her words and flaring her hands at him.
He grabbed her by the wrists gently and tried to set them down onto her lap.
Of course. Another drunk Brittany. Just what I needed.
“Whatever. Put her address in.” Carmilla snarled, directing her attention towards her phone.
“Thank you Uber hottie. I would go with you, but one of our friends has gone AWOL and we’re trying to find her. But Laura here is a little too drunk to be a part of an investigative search party.” Kirsch was smiling at Carm, completely ignoring whatever it was that Laura was saying.
“Kirsch…that…that’s so rude. Her name—her name isn’t “Uber hottie” Kirsch… you can’t just…” Laura’s voice cut out once the two girls locked eyes.
This Laura girl was a lot prettier than Carm would have wanted her to be. Her beautiful brown eyes had taken Carmilla aback; they were inviting, yet attentive—despite her current state--and they were almost doe-like. Her lips looked awfully soft, and the pink lip gloss she had on made them look remarkably kissable. She was in a tight white dress that sculpted her body gorgeously, extenuating her hips and clinging to her abs like a second skin. Her light brown hair was still wonderfully curled (despite being out all night) and was resting comfortably on her broad shoulders, just missing her attractively toned arms. It had been quite a while before Carmilla had set eyes upon someone who made her undead heart beat out of her chest.
This girl was like a beautifully molded sculpture that would have even brought Donatello to tears.
Carmilla could hear Laura’s already fast heart rate increase in speed.
“Oh my God Kirsch… Kirsch come here.” Laura’s eyes widened and she turned to Kirsch who had already shut the door.
Carm rolled down the window for her and she called out to Kirsch one more time.
“Little nerd hottie, I’m right here.” Kirsch rolled his eyes.
Laura grabbed his head and pulled his ear up to her mouth and completely failed at whispering, “Kirsch… she’s really beautiful. Oh my God do you see her?!”
Carmilla smirked, “You’re not too bad yourself, cupcake.”
Laura turned back to Carmilla and a pool of blood rushed to her cheeks.
Carmilla tried to ignore the fact that Laura looked absolutely adorable when she blushed. She also tried to ignore her sudden curiosity pertaining the taste of Laura’s blood…
“Please get her home safe Uber hottie. I’m trusting you. And please don’t…ya’know…do anything to her. That’d be totally uncool, man.” Kirsch looked completely torn, like it physically hurt him to let Laura into the Uber alone.
“Don’t worry muscle man, I’ll take good care of your girl here.” Carmilla reassured, once again directing her attention back to the phone that now had the route lit up.
According to the directions, she lived about thirty minutes away. Wonderful. I won’t be seeing my bed for another hour or so.
Kirsch gave Laura’s arm a quick squeeze before he pronounced, “Call or text one of us when you get home!” then turned off to run after a small group of individuals that had just exited the night club.
“Buckle up, creampuff we’re in for a bit of a drive.”
The brown haired girl struggled with the seat-belt and Carmilla couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped her lips.
She reached over Laura, carefully pulling the seat-belt and buckling her in, their faces inches apart. The vampire could smell the alcohol on her breath, along with her natural scent. It was a mix of vanilla and the grass on a warm, breezy summer afternoon.
The smaller girl’s breath hitched at the close proximity of their faces and Carmilla smirked before turning back to the wheel.
The monochrome-clad girl inched her way back onto the road and followed the directions her phone was giving her.
“This—this is a really nice car. D—do you own this car? My dad used to have a car like this before he got into an accident, now he doesn’t really drive as much unless he has to. H-haveyoueverbeeninacaraccident? I mean, I’m not saying you drive like you’d have been in one…I’m sure you’re a great driver. I just wanted to know becauseIaminthecarwithyouand—not saying that you’d kill me but I dontreallywanttodie yet so I figured I’d just ask you about—” Laura was rambling, and the alcohol was causing her words to blend together.
“Whoa, Whoa, Whoa! Slow down there Ophelia.” Carmilla interjected, looking over at the girl for a second, “Breathe.”
Laura exhaled a breath she didn’t even know she was holding and blushed again.
“Geez, do you always talk this much?” Carmilla wondered out loud.
“Yeah—I’ve been told I talk too much…especially when drunk but I will have you know I didn’t even drink a lot tonight I really only had—”
“Cupcake, I got it.” Carmilla stopped her again.
Carmilla couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that such a small, ethereal being like Laura literally spoke a mile a minute. She couldn’t even think that fast.
After a brief—and I do mean brief—moment of silence between the girls, little Laura asked, “What’s your name?”
“Carmilla.”
Carm could feel Laura’s eyes on her, but for some reason it didn’t bother the living—well, undead hell out of her.
“You’re beautiful.” Laura mused, her voice going up an octave in fascination.
She looked over at Laura, raising an eyebrow.
“I-I-I-I mean your-your name! Your name is beautiful!” Laura’s face flushed as she stammered, attempting to hide herself behind her hands.
“Yeah,” Carm chuckled, “Sure you did.”
The freeway was desolate except for a car or two ahead of them.
Even though she despised Ubering this late, Carm couldn’t deny the therapeutic feeling she underwent whenever she was driving down an empty highway in one of the world’s busiest cities.
“Why aren’t you out doing something—fun? Friday nights are for fun!” Laura questioned, her bubbly personality brightening up the dark car.
“Well, some of us have obligations we need to tend to, sweetheart.”
“Like what?”
“Like… paying off bills and...debts.”
“Do you have a lot of those?” Laura asked, her eyes focused on Carmilla’s perfectly structured jaw.
“The understatement of the century.” Carmilla chuckled humorlessly.
“So…Uber pays off your debts?” Laura’s eyes were wandering Carmilla’s body, and Carmilla noticed.
“Like what you see, creampuff?” A cocky smile spread across her face as she felt Laura’s heart beat increase again.
“Wh-What—I-I wasn't staring. N-Not that you aren't worth staring at I mean youareveryattractiveyouhaveanicefaceand—wowsers I’m drunk!” Laura looked out the closed window, attempting to mask her embarrassment.
A chuckle emerged from the raven haired girl.
“Uber alone doesn’t pay off anything, but it piles up.” For some odd reason, Carmilla didn’t find it painstakingly annoying to repeat these answers for the umpteenth time tonight. Laura’s deluge of questions didn’t really bother her at all, she actually enjoyed satisfying the intoxicated girl’s curiosity.
When the car fell silent, Carm decided to speak up, “You’ve asked your share of questions, cutie so now it’s my turn. That beefcake back at the nightclub…Kirsch. He your boyfriend?”
Laura looked out at the dark highway and voiced in an uninterested tone, “No. He’s my friend. He’s actually my roommate Danny’s boyfriend. I don’t think Danny is going to be home tonight—she said she was going home with Kirsch once they find out where Elsie disappeared to…It’s weird, I swearElsiewaswithmetheentirenight…but things got…” Laura stopped suddenly. “Sorry—I’m rambling. But—I’m worried. I don’t know what to think, you know? What if—what if some sleezeball at the club got her? She was drunker than I am right now—which is pretty bad. Last I saw her was the bar but I—I don’t remember anything.”
“You guys try calling her?” The answer was most obviously going to be yes but Carm wasn’t sure what else to say.
“Only—Only a bajillion times! She doesn’t pick up…” Laura’s voice took a higher tone.
Carmilla glanced over at her and the small girl was sulking.
“Hey,” Carm placed a hand on her shoulder and looped circles on her arm with her thumb, “Don’t beat yourself up over it, cupcake. I’m sure your friend is fine. Probably out having fun with some guy she met at the club. She’ll probably give you guys a call in the morning. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it too much.”
Carm caught the way the skin on Laura’s arm reacted under her touch, goosebumps slowly forming and heat rising under her finger tips.
Laura was quiet for a minute but was looking up at Carmilla.
They locked eyes for a quick second. “Need something, buttercup?”
Like my lips against yours…
Laura shook her head and sat back in the seat.
Carmilla retracted her arm and began to exit the freeway.
“Where do you live?” Laura suddenly blurted out.
“Don’t you think that’s venturing on the borders of too personal to talk about on the first encounter?” Carmilla playfully responded.
“Oops…I mean… youdon’thavetoanswerifyoudon’twantto…But…we can...have...more encounters.” Laura’s speech seemed to be getting worse as the car ride progressed.
Carmilla’s eyebrow rose. “More encounters?”
“Yeah like—we could go… get some...coffee—as…friends.” Laura was a stammering mess and Carmilla couldn’t help think it was something more than just the alcohol flowing through her veins.
“Are you asking me out, creampuff?” Carmilla teased.
The small girl shrank in her seat. “As friends!”
The beautiful vampire was used to random male customers attempting to sweet talk their way into a date, but very rarely did girls. Especially girls as awkwardly adorable as this one.
“I might take you up on that offer. But for now let’s focus on getting you home, creampuff. We’re only seven minutes out.”
Carmilla didn’t have to look at Laura to see that the little bubble of energy's grin was stretching from ear to ear.
So child-like, yet so disturbingly enticing. Wow Karnstein, what are you getting yourself into? Her BAC has to be over the legal limit for a girl her size and here you are attempting to secure a date with her. This is really low, even for you.
Despite Carmilla’s nagging inner dialogue, the only thing they heard was the soft rhythm of ambient jazz that was emitting from the speakers.
“This makes me sleepy.” Laura yawned and Carm watched as the girl would drift off slowly and then abruptly wake herself up.
“We’re almost home, cutie don’t worry.” Carmilla said without thinking.
Wait, did I say weare almost home?? What has gotten into me tonight? Maybe the lack of sleep…yeah…that was most definitely it.
Thankfully Laura didn’t catch it, or if she did, she didn’t react to it.
A few minutes had past and Carmilla’s phone beeped, signaling that she was approaching her destination.
“We’re here.” Carmilla softly announced as she pulled up to the dimly lit apartment building.
Laura shot up immediately.
“Oh my God! I left my wallet with Kirsch! I can pay you, though! Do you like rum? I h-have this bottle of Caliche Puerto Rican Rum I bought the other day… or are you a vodka kind of gal…I have that too—I’m really sorry I forgot my wallet—please come inside!” Laura was panicking, still tripping over her words.
“Do you know how Uber works? I get paid—"
“I know I’m supposed to pay you…please come in for a drink or two and I’ll call Kirsch to come drop off—off my th-things.” Laura interrupted, reaching a hand out and grabbing the other girl by the arm.
All Carmilla had to do was end the route and her forty bucks would come through, but the look in the younger girl’s eyes was so welcoming and endearing, she didn’t think she had it in her to say no.
Except for the fact that she had a thirty-minute drive back home.
Laura was rocking back and forth and Carmilla didn’t think it was voluntarily.
Shit, she is pretty drunk. The least I could do is help her make it inside okay.
Carm shifted the gear to park and softly sighed, “Come on Lindsey Lohan” before quickly getting out the car.
Before Laura could even process her words, Carmilla was already opening Laura’s door and carefully helping her out.
“Wow—yo—you’re…fast!” the girl exclaimed sloppily.
“One of my many exceptional traits.” Carm mocked as she slung the bubbly pocket of sunshine’s arm over her shoulder.
Laura managed to push the door shut and was clinging on to Carm for dear life- she didn’t actually realize just how drunk she was until she was forced to use her legs again.
“You’re really st—strong. And you smell—really—really amazing.” Laura fawned, hiccuping every so often.
“You spoil me, cupcake. What room are you?” Carm tried to keep her tone as evenly as possible, not trying to show the delight she took in Laura’s words.
“4—”she hiccuped yet again, “421.”
Carm locked her car and they entered the extremely fancy lobby of the building.
They wobbled over to the elevator and Laura hit the up button as they stood waiting for the elevator in silence.
But of course, the silence was never long lived.
“I’m sorry ab—about the money. Li—like I said, I have alcohol—and Kirsch—I will call—him.” Her eyes were opening and closing, it was beginning to worry the older girl.
“Don’t worry about that, cutie. Let’s just get you hydrated and put to bed, okay?” Carmilla gave a soft smile.
“N—No… I’m not—not letting you leave—without payment.” Laura interjected, swaying slightly back, finger pointing at the other girl’s cheek.
Carm readjusted her on her shoulder just as the elevator had met them and she guided the feisty girl into the elevator.
Laura pressed the ‘4’ on the elevator panel and the doors shut slowly.
Laura wiggled out from under Carm’s arm and held herself up with the wooden bar that stuck out from the elevator’s wall.
“I can—take care of-of myself!” Laura reassured, standing up straight.
“No doubt, creampuff.”
“My—My name is Laura. LOR-RUH. N—not creampuff, not buttercup, not c-cupcake.” Laura bit back, swaying slightly.
The elevator came to a stop and Carmilla watched as Laura wobbled out onto the floor.
“Got it, sweetheart.” Carm teased before coming up behind her and guiding her by her hand to the left side of the hall with a sign guiding the occupants of “410-425” to the left.
They walked a bit further until they were in the front of a white door with a long silver handle and a nicely embroidered “421” on the door.
Laura reached into the top of her dress and fumbled in her bra for a second before taking out a bright silver key.
“You know, most people invest in a lanyard or a key-chain…” Carmilla commented, picking at her black fingernails.
“Bite me.” Laura scrunched up her face—which Carm found entirely too cute—and attempted to unlock the door.
Ask and you just might receive, cutie.
The girl kept missing the door handle. “Which handle is it…?”
Carm rolled her eyes and grabbed the key out of her hand to unlock the door.
Once unlocked, Carm resumed her position earlier, her arm around Laura.
“I—I could have done that!” Laura whined.
“Sure you could have.”
Once they stepped inside, Carmilla’s jaw dropped.
This small, feisty girl lived in one of the nicest apartments she’d ever seen in this lifetime.
A high ceiling that held a very beautiful chandelier, a dining room to her right with a white Victorian styled dining table and chairs, accompanied by a glass cupboard containing fine China. To their left was a large living room with a modern looking leather couch and a wide-screen television that intersected said couch. Straight ahead of them was a winding staircase that led to the second story of her apartment, and past that Carm could see a few fancy bar-stool looking chairs intersecting a white granite table—indicating that that was probably the kitchen. The decorations making up the house, however, were very interesting to say the least. Figurines of comic-book characters, framed posters of television shows, and a blue telephone booth (Carm didn't quite understand what exactly was the point or significance of the thing) occupied the living space. This was definitely something she'd never seen before.
“You live here?” Carmilla exclaimed as Laura attempted to break free of Carm’s hold around her.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Laura sounded offended and shot her a look.
Carm shrugged as they passed the living room and stood before the staircase. “I didn’t take you for the lavish type of girl, sweet pea.”
“Yeah—no one really does.” Laura sighed.
They made their way to the staircase slowly, Laura sliding her hand against the wall.
"I see why Kirsch referred to you as little nerd hottie." Carmilla voiced.
"Hey... don't come for me..." Laura slurred before attempting to walk up the stairs and nearly falling flat on her face.
Carmilla quickly grabbed her, possibly saving her from a broken nose. “Okay let’s take this one step at a time, Laura.”
They were silent most of the way up, Laura concentrating on not falling on her ass and Carmilla concentrating on keeping Laura from falling on her ass.
“Y—You don’t have to do this…I—I can take care—“
“Yeah, yeah creampuff you can take care of yourself, I got that. I’ll be on my way out once I’m fairly certain you can ‘take care of yourself’ without the help of a stranger.” Carmilla spat, irritation lingering in her tone.
Laura didn’t say a word as they wobbled over to her bedroom—which was just as extravagant (and nerdy) as the rest of the apartment.
Carmilla sat Laura down on her white king sized bed and Laura began to take her heels off.
“My feet are killing me.” Laura whined as she removed one of the heels.
“You change into comfortable clothes and I’ll get you some water.”
Carmilla disappeared before catching the other girl's reply and quickly made her way into the kitchen. When she turned the lights on she had to take a step back. The apartment was extravagant, but the kitchen was exorbitant!
Carm shook her head and made her way to the stainless steel fridge and opened up the first door.
Soda, a few cupcakes, very few fruits, no vegetables, lots of different type of sweets…ah, water.
The water bottle was half empty but she grabbed it anyway—trying to ignore the amount of unhealthy food this girl had in her fridge—and hurried back upstairs.
Laura wasn’t on her bed anymore.
“Laura?” Carm called.
There was a brief struggling sound before she heard, “In the bathroom! I can’t take the zipper off.”
Carmilla approached the white bathroom door slowly before knocking slightly on it, “Do you want help?”
After a few more moments of struggling, Laura gave up and opened the door to Carmilla leaning against the door frame, a bottle of water in her hand.
Laura faced away from Carm and moved her hair out of the way.
Being so close to this girl’s neck would have been more enticing if she wasn’t drunk. Carm had no problem drinking blood with alcohol in it but in this particular case, she felt the alcohol would only tarnish the taste of this beautiful human's blood.
When Carmilla’s fingers accidentally grazed Laura’s neck, she shivered and Carm smirked.
The girl’s breathing was hitching again, and her heart rate increased.
Carmilla pulled her zipper down, exposing Laura’s back.
“Th—thanks.” Laura managed a breathy reply.
“Don’t mention it. Here,” Carmilla handed her the water and Laura took it, her back still facing Carm.
Laura downed that bottle of water as if it was the first drink of water she’d had in days.
“Th-thank you.” She smiled, facing Carm and burping slightly.
Carm smiled. Although Carm wanted... no, needed to leave, she couldn’t bring herself to do so. Not yet at least.
“Wait there.” Laura held a finger up at her before shutting the door slowly.
The vampire sighed and sat down at the side of the bed.
What are you doing, Karnstein? You brought her home, helped her in, and kept her hydrated. It’s time to go!
She was battling herself; she knew she should leave, but it was like some impeccable force was keeping her there.
Suddenly, Carmilla could hear Laura “whispering” to herself from behind the door.
“You can do this. You may be drunk—but you can do this. She’s cute. Possibly a lesbian. Maybe even bisexual...or bi-curious. Y-y-you don’t look—as average as usual tonight…come-come on tiger—you can do this.”
Carmilla giggled silently.
This girl is entirely too cute.
After a bit longer, Laura opened the door.
She was in comfortable-looking white shorts and a navy blue tank top that curved into her abs, and her hair was up in a messy bun.
Carm found her incredibly attractive, but the look on her face and the way she stumbled out of the bathroom was giving her bad signs. Either she was going to throw up or pass out. Or both.
Carmilla rose to her feet, “Are you alrigh—” before she could finish, Laura tripped over her heels and came tumbling down on top of an unprepared Carmilla.
“Fuck.” Carmilla groaned. They had hit foreheads and had sprawled backwards onto the bed. Laura’s body was now strung out across Carmilla's, her head tucked into her neck.
“Are you okay, creampuff?” Carmilla questioned while rubbing her own head.
No response.
Carmilla took a look at the girl on top of her and saw that her eyes were closed, her body was limp, and she was breathing in and out slowly.
She had passed out.
“God dammit!” Carmilla swore under her breath.
She tried to peel the girl off of her, but the girl remained unmoved.
Carmilla let out a deep sigh.
Probably due to the fact that she had just rammed her intoxicated little head into a vampire’s, but the girl was out cold. Despite the circumstances, she looked extremely peaceful.
Having this young girl’s body pressed so close to her own made Carmilla feel surprisingly…warm.
It was a foreign feeling… and she was actually kind of enjoying it.
Maybe I should just… stay. I am pretty tired anyway. I don't know if I'll be able to make it back home under the weight of my drowsiness. & it’d be a shame to wake such a peaceful sleeper… plus, she’d more than likely have a raging headache and a terrible hangover tomorrow. I guess I could help her through it. But then, Mircalla Von Karnstein, you need to get out. Get out and don’t turn back. There’s just something about this girl…
Suddenly Carmilla’s thoughts were interrupted by the intense rush of fatigue that flushed over her body like a wave ramming against the shore. Before long, Carmilla had joined the girl on her chest and fell into one of the best night’s sleep she’d had in a few decades.