Hey, I decided to write a quick Carmilla one shot set in the 'book-verse.' This was mostly to see if I could get the longing/tragic subtext right. I hope you enjoy. I focused on the fact that in the book, Carmilla never actually loved Laura she was using her feelings (in fact she is kind of abusive in the book), however, Laura loved Carmilla with her whole soul and could never change that fact. Let me know what you think~Serria Spell23.
One Dying Rose
A Carmilla One Shot
Unrequited. It was a word that had haunted my world, stabbing its sword-like point into my chest. My life was dull, gray, normal then she entered it with a flurry of grace and poise. Almost instantly, color filled my existence as I'd found a reason to live. Carmilla, a survivor of a carriage incident left in my family's care by her mother took on the position as our ward. Her presence seemed ethereal she tended to transfix anyone who gazed upon her. Yet, as I much as craved answers, the truth about Carmilla's past eluded me. How the curse of immorality was placed on her I didn't know and felt rude asking.
A part of me preferred to keep that aspect shadowed, riding the bliss of ignorance a while longer. The air of mystery around our guest permeated the castle although my feelings for her when deeper than intrigue. My father assigned her to be my companion—as per the usual ritual in the 1700's—to ease my loneliness. The rest, well it's difficult to explain…
"Carmilla?" I prodded, my voice small against the giant extent of the library.
"Yes, Dearest." The airy reply came from the red velvet armchair placed in the corner. The beautiful temptress, Carmilla raven hair strewn over her shoulders, pale complexion a heavenly contrast compared to the dim lighting gazed up at me with gentle eyes. "What is it, Laura?"
"Nothing." My friend's voice developed a sharp edge she did like not the denial of information—particularly if she thought I was keeping something from her. The tenderness in Carmilla's dark eyes vanished not that I expected anything less she didn't care about me. Her expression set into the usual unforgiving state she adopted when I disobeyed her.
"Laura, what is it?!" she snapped, tapping her fingers on the arm of the chair, slamming her book shut. I recoiled, my arms wrapped around myself, sinking onto my knees a moment later.
Tears fell.
My heart broke.
I should be used to it by now. Carmilla acted cold toward me whenever I refused to bow to her power. The premature ache within my chest signaled the outcome wouldn't sway in my favor.
"Do you love me?" My voice whispered into the eerie silence of the room—cracking with bottled tears as I imagined the prospect of Carmilla leaving me.
"What?! Laura, dearest what has filled your head?
"….Without the compulsion…and if you don't feign affection for my benefit, Carmilla, for I am enraptured by you and completely in love with you. The woman rose from her chair gliding over to me with an unearthly amount of grace and kissed my forehead.
"Do you fancy a walk in the garden?"
I nodded once not having the courage to speak. Carmilla would never love me…not the way I loved her. I was a slow dying rose as I waited for affection to be returned because the agonizing truth was I'd eternally be in limbo. The one I loved would never be mine.