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Carmilla is upset when her plan is interrupted.
She's not that mad at being caught, lovely Laura and her friends don't trust her. She doesn't blame them. She's mad because she's having feelings for Laura. She actually cares about this one. And her imbecilic friends ruined the only plan Carmilla knew would work.
So now, she's tied to an uncomfortable chair- although she's been in worse places for longer- and at least here, she can breathe. She can keep an eye on Laura. Even if the eyes on her aren't as warm as she's used to. That she can deal with. She could get out, but that has consequences. She might lose the little trust they have left.
She worries every time Laura leaves- wondering if Will or her mother will get her- and she's tense until Laura returns. She tells what she wants to, but she won't admit to her feelings. She'll admit to centuries of history. She'll tell Laura all about how she was murdered. She wonders if she should mention Will or not. And if that would go over well. They might think she's lying.
But when Laura makes the flattered face that she has now, Carmilla is praying to any force or god that listens to the prayers of vampires that she wouldn't mind getting staked. Any moment now. Nothing.
"Wait." Laura says, the expression disappearing. Carmilla can't leave, and then Laura asks,
"Were you trying to- because you like me? Or were you- trying to save me?" Finally Laura gets it. Almost everything she does is for the girl next to her.
"Both." The honest answer comes out-Carmilla figures, what the hell, might as well confess it before she leaves. Maybe it would be easier to leave if she never knows what happens to Laura. Or if she dies first.
Laura is quiet for a minute. A painfully slow minute. And then she looks into the vampire's eyes, tilting her head.
Human eyes meet immortal ones. Carmilla doesn't blink, and feels like she's caught in an intense staring match.
She moves away, behind Carmilla. When Carmilla feels movement on her wrists, she wants to ask, but Laura speaks.
"I know that you could probably get out of these, but I'm letting you go."
"Why?" Carmilla's voice is starting to turn rough. Her throat is dry. She needs to eat soon.
"Because- you'd get out anyway-" Laura is cut off when she feels a woosh of air.
Carmilla is gone. And Laura is glad that Carmilla is not there to see her tears.
