Disclaimer: I don't own any of this.
AN: Drabbles or one shots for Carmilla. Some may be short, some may be long. This will contain Danny X Laura, Laura X Carmilla, Carmilla X Danny X Laura, and most likely LaFontaine And Perry. Maybe even Carmilla and Ell, I haven't thought that far yet.
Chapter 1 - Guilty Pleasures.
Laura has been living with Carmilla (The Roommate From Hell, if you asked her.) for 4 months now. After finding out that she was living with a vampire, she started warming up to the cool exterior of the brunette vampire. She even gave up with retrieving her yellow pillow from Carmilla, however it was returned to her bed every so often, for reasons unknown to the shorter woman.
However, Laura has never once seen the woman listen to anything other than opera music and classical music. She figured it was just because she's like, some centuries old vampire, or something.
That was, until she went home for Christmas break, and returned earlier than she estimated...
Laura walks down the hall of her dorm's floor level, it's eerily quiet, everyone seemingly still home for Christmas break... Or at the Christmas party the Zeta's are throwing. Laura shrugs as she walks closer to her room. She slows down as she hears something coming from her room. She stops and places her bags outside of her door and slowly opens it and peaks her head in, as loud punk pop music blasts from Carmilla's stereo.
The sight that she is met with has her mouth hanging wide open.
"I've got a secret, please don't repeat it. I took the chemicals we took to make our chemistry, and I remixed it, it didn't fix it, all it did was make our memories a blur to meeee." Carmilla bobs her head as she dances around the room with her back to the door. Laura opens the door more and it creaks slightly, Carmilla whirls around and slams her hand on the stereo, effectively breaking it.
"Are you...? Did you...? What?" Laura stutters, staring at the vampire.
Carmilla glares at Laura.
Laura glances to her computer, noticing it was unplugged and the camera was covered with a towel. She looks back to Carmilla.
"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME I HAVE NO PROOF OF THAT?" Laura groans and Carmilla grins.
"And you will not tell a soul what you saw, Cupcake."