She'd approached the stricken count, ever cautious to his rather volatile mood, the mangled corpse of the faux Marie a few feet away made it obvious to her that he was in a rather dangerous dither.
"What do you want from me woman." He hadn't looked to her, his clawed hands covering his features, the shame that wafted off of him almost made Carmilla scrunch her nose in disgust.
"I come to serve you..." She bowed low, an arm over chest and thrown to the side, at this, she felt his powerful gaze. "...my liege."
She looked to him, but the dark smirk she had faltered, what was before her, drenched in his own blood and that of his kill, the man looked to her with a predatory gaze. Though the image alone did not frighten the queen of vampires, it was the smell of his tears, the blood reeking of a hate so hot it did what it did, made her fear him for the first time.
"So be it, leave, I wish for no company." He'd dismissed her like she was nothing, anger distracted her from his clearly murderous mood.
"But milord, I'm here to be a servant to you." She pressed close to him, taking his bloody face Into her hands, locking lips with his. The iron taste of the woman's blood was still prevalent, the taste of the poor creatures fear intoxicating.
His hand clenched around her throat, obviously braking the kiss. He dragged her up to stand, her hands groping hard onto his wrists, while he scowled at the now frantic woman.
"I said, leave." He pushed hard, sending her stumbling back a few steps, coughing as she regained her balance.
"Forgive me." She despised this, more than she thought she would, but she accepted it as it would end soon enough.
"I'll return soon milord." She bit her lip trying to sound kind and reverent.
"Take your time witch!" He angrily turned to the corpse of the faux Marie. She turned away and left, trying to keep her anger from being telegraphed by her steps.
She would take her time, she had to devise a way to get him to drink from her.
