Slitting Laura's throat never felt so good. Carmilla loved the way that her blood flowed out like a hot crimson stream trickling out of her veins, slowly at first, then growing thicker as her heart pumped in a vain attempt to keep her alive. The human body was truly a beautiful thing, always giving a hundred percent, even to the very end. Just like a selfish human to try to save itself by itself.

"Time's up, cupcake..." she airily declared. She couldn't tear her eyes away from that blood. It seemed so rich, so inviting...

She couldn't. She vowed to never drink a drop of Laura's blood. She wouldn't allow such poison into her body. To indulge herself in such sin would be blasphemous. Laura tried to say something, but all that came out was a sickly gurgling noise as more blood spurted out.

Needless to say, Carmilla did not care what this scum had to say. In fact, she laughed at the strange choking noise as Laura crawled toward her, clawing at the cement ground now slippery with her own red bodily fluid.

"This must be hell for you," Carmilla chuckled as she squatted down to Laura's level. Her victim's eyes darted wildly. She'd be gone soon. "I suppose I should put you out of your misery..."

Laura's brown eyes gazed up at her, pleading Carmilla to end her suffering.

"But sadly, it seems you're out of luck," Carmilla went on as she stood straight up again. "Because I don't happen to be the girl who does what she should."

Laura rolled over onto her back, losing the fight. Carmilla took a few steps over and peered down at her with a smirk on her face.

"Poor thing... You don't even know what you did, do you?" she tsked. Laura stared emotionlessly up at her, never moving once. "Do you want to hear a bedtime story before you go to sleep?"

Two blinks.

"I'm going to take that as a yes," Carmilla mused as she began to walk a circle around Laura. "Once upon a time, there was a girl. She was only eighteen years young and she was out at a dance having the time of her life. And just as she approached the outside of her house after deciding to come home, she heard a noise in the kitchen of her home, the home she'd lived in for her entire life. Scared yet, creampuff?"

One blink.

"And when she got there, she saw her family sitting at the dinner table as if they were waiting for her before they could start eating. And as she got closer, she found that they were frozen in place. They didn't blink, they didn't even breathe. As I'm sure you've probably gathered... they were dead. Murdered in cold blood and set up like dolls at a tea party. What do you think of that?"

Laura's lips parted, but no sound came out.

"The girl screamed for help, but no one ever came. She'd have killed herself right then and there, but... well you see, some creep at the dance she'd been to had bitten her. That's why she'd went home so early. So there she was, some sort of immortal demon, alone with her dead family. Tragic isn't it?"

"Help..." Laura weakly reached up toward Carmilla, but she pulled away and stepped out of her reach.

"But then she saw a girl sprinting away into the nearby woods. A girl with a birthmark on the back of her neck. And since that night, she swore she'd kill that girl any and every time they ever crossed paths."

"I'm s... s..."

"Shhh... It won't be long now," Carmilla whispered to her. "And so whenever she ran into that girl reincarnate, she killed her."

Laura's eyes began closing and her breaths became shallow.

"And it just so happens that you were her this time around," Carmilla sneered as Laura's eyes closed. "Told ya you were out of luck."