Laura lay in the guest room's bed for the second day in a row, staring up at the ceiling as her eyes blinked slowly, irises blank of emotion. She had cried herself into exhaustion the day before. She had nothing left in herself for hope or wishful thinking. She simply had nothing left. It had been her fault. Everything had been her fault and she knew Carmilla had said quite a bit of things two days ago, but she had held back. She had bit her tongue instead of telling her that she was the reason her whole secondary family was dead. She failed to mention that she asked her to love her even when she didn't plan on returning said emotion. Carmilla simply didn't say all of the things that Laura knew were her fault and that she was the reason behind everything.

Laura knew that Carmilla loved her. She also knew that Carmilla now hated her.

Watching Carmilla not kill anyone in the room, especially Danny, was a true act of strength. She could have easily killed all of them, and in death Laura wouldn't have blamed her. Danny had killed her only true friend. Laura had given Danny the figurative ammo to kill Carmilla's sister. LaFontaine had always wanted to nit pick and know everything about the biology of vampires, constantly driving Carmilla up the wall with questions. Kirsch had simply been Kirsch, and in the beginning even Carmilla had nipped him.

Carmilla was a lot more than what she wanted people to think. She was a vampire that wanted to be painted a monster so that she had no expectations to uphold. She was a girl that had loved fiercely and without reason, who had trusted Laura blindly after only a few months of knowing her. She was the one woman Laura knew she would never get over. She had been Laura's person.

Lying in bed now was all that Laura seemed to be able to do. Staring up at the ceiling of an unfamiliar room that couldn't remind her of anything was the only thing Laura felt she was capable of.

They had all left her alone, knowing that whatever they could possibly come up with to say would fall on deaf ears. Even Danny stayed away. And just as she should, because though Laura knew she was only trying to protect herself, she knew deep down that that wasn't the reason Danny had killed Mattie. She did it out of shear hatred and anger. She did it because she wanted to believe that the deaths of eight sisters could be easily justified. Laura didn't have the energy left in her to tell her she was wrong.

They had all left her alone, not a single sound had been heard on the third floor in a solid 24 hours. Laura had decided that they had left the apartment all together. Left her to suffer quietly in her own misery. She convinced herself that it was the least she deserved.

She figured that it was only a matter of time before Carmilla would leave campus. She was wrecking havoc now, but she'd eventually grow bored and move on. Just as she should, there was nothing tying her to this university anymore. Nothing.

The silence was growing loud though, no white noise to silence Laura's thundering thoughts and failed self-pity. It shocked her to hear the door to the guest room creek open. It shocked her even more to see the face behind it.

Laura stayed silent as she sat up, watching her shut the door behind her. Watched her slowly make her way to the foot of the bed. Watched her stare at her.

"Words cannot be construed to form sentences long enough to tell you how angry I am." Carmilla said, her tone dead, the harshness gone.

Laura continued to not speak; figuring that anything she had to say was pointless. Carmilla didn't care about any weak explanation or comforting thing she had to say. Why would she? Any one she had ever loved was dead. She herself was the last living one, and she wasn't too sure she deserved Carmilla's love anymore.

"I tried to think of how I would deal with you. How I could funnel my anger into killing you." Carmilla said, her eyes cold.

Laura swallowed, her throat dry. She figured Carmilla had thought about it, after all that pull on her hair two days ago wasn't anything she had done before. It had hurt. A lot.

"But no matter how worked up I made myself, I couldn't get myself to come back here." Carmilla said, "And it's not because my mother lived here and it's not because Mattie died here, but it's because you're here." She shifted so that she was looking out the window at the expectant stars in the sky. "You're here and I still get this stomach flipping nonsense whenever I think of you. You killed my sister inadvertently and I still love you." She shook her head in clear distaste. "This is what Mattie had warned me about. What mother had held over my head for years."

Laura sat silently, afraid that if she so much as moved, Carmilla would change her mind and suddenly find it in herself to kill her.

"So I sat awake all today thinking of what I was going to do. I couldn't just leave because you deserve to know what you've made me feel. The good, but more importantly the awful." Carmilla turned back to her. "I can't lose the last person that I have ever found it in myself to trust, to care for," she tensed her jaw, "to love." Moving around the bed to Laura's side she continued, "So I've decided that you're going to have to win me back, but a simple human's lifetime isn't going to be long enough for me to forgive you," she leaned closer, "but three hundred years might."

Laura gasped, a vampire? Carmilla wanted to turn her? But how could she possibly want that? It was only a thing Laura had thought about on the verge of sleep, knowing that Carmilla would never agree to it.

"It's up to you though," Carmilla said, pulling back slightly, "Is what we had worth it? How badly do you want us to be possible again?"

Laura blinked, a part of her wanted nothing more than a forever with Carmilla, but it was the Carmilla who was soft with her, who read to her in Latin and centuries old German. She wanted to spend an eternity with the Carmilla she had shared a room with while the world was slowly crashing down around them. She finally found the words to speak, remembering a conversation they had once had one night after their small section of the world had all gone to bed. "You said that you loved me too much to subject me to an eternity of hunger and youth."

"Who said I still loved you like I did then?"

Laura felt tears flood her tear ducts, looking away from the vampire's face. She still wanted it. She still wanted Carmilla. She wanted the possibility of one day having Carmilla love her again like she once had, so she nodded her head quickly. "Okay."

"Okay what?" Carmilla asked.

"Do it." Laura whispered, "Turn me."

Carmilla raised a brow, a bit surprised. "You're sure? I'm not giving you an out years later once you regret me being your only constant."

"As much as you hate me right now," Laura started, her voice wet with emotion, "I don't think I could ever regret that."

Carmilla stayed silent for an entire minute. Finally nodding her head once, she leaned forward once more, her fangs lengthening as she tipped Laura's head to the side and allowed herself what she had wanted ever since that night in their room when she had to chase William. Allowing the blood to flow over her tongue, she clenched her eyes shut and had to remind herself that the woman beneath her was not worthy of her love, at least not yet.