What Is Left

by Marissalyn

Laura is forgetting who she is, Carmilla is desperately trying to save her, LaF is slowly losing their mind pushing themselves to the limits of trying to be the best they can be without their support system, Perry is gone, Kirsch is dead, JP has disappeared, and the Dean is back and her weapon is a resurrected blood thirsty Danny Lawrence.

1. Prologue

center "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!" (words said to be inscribed over the gates of hell)

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Sometimes even the strongest minds can't anticipate the unexpected.

Sometimes it only takes a single person to change everything in only a matter of moments.

Sometimes it is just simply too late.

Sometimes while you are focused on one thing, an entirely different thing is happening right beneath your feet.

Sometimes choosing the greater good will only push you further towards the greater evil.

Sometimes the things around you will make you someone you're not.

Sometimes there isn't enough time to chase back the clock and choose differently.

Sometimes you just can't fix anything at all.

Sometimes you lose.

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Dead.

They were all dead, Laura, LaF, Mother, everyone.

What else was there to do but open the gate? Let what's behind it swallow you and the rest of the world whole. Maybe a fresh start was what you all needed. A fresh start that mother wouldn't be in control of, one where you wouldn't have to become a monster, a beginning that wouldn't end like this.

The cemetery was strewn with dead bodies. Blood splattered on the ground and headstones. Smoke coming from a pile of burning flesh and bone.

Walking on a broken ankle, you sucked it up and limped over to where the gate stood, just waiting to be opened.

Stepping over dead bodies and refusing to look at Laura's lifeless eyes, you licked the blood from off your lip and stopped right in front of the gate.

All you had to do now was open it.

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Carmilla gasped, sitting up in a cold sweat and breathing heavy.

Quickly looking over at Laura sleeping across the room on a pile of old blankets, she let out a sigh of relief.

She wasn't dead. None of them were dead.

This could only mean one thing though.

Carmilla has had these dreams before. Only one person could get inside her head like this, make her have dreams like this, dreams that would soon become real if she didn't try and stop them.

Lilita Morgan was alive.