She was unsettling, to say the least. The way the world moved around her despite her not belonging in the waking world. She was the epitome of everything against nature but she was also the most beautiful thing that has ever existed in it; a walking contradiction. She served no purpose to the living nor the dead. But then again, nobody serves purpose to anything, really.

But Carmilla Karnstein would argue these facts. There was only one thing she deemed that of an ungodly beauty and it was 'Elle'. Truth be told, that wasn't even her real name. Until now, it is still unspeakable to her. Thankfully, that heavenly name is no longer as popular in the current age. Just thinking about it tugs at the vampire's heart.

Elle was single-handedly the most beautiful sight she has ever seen. And in her centuries of living, she still is. The girl's hair was dark and lustrous, her eyes promised that of endless springs that Carmilla wished she could enjoy. Her skin was forever kissed by sunlight and that smile—dear god—that smile. It was a smile she would gladly die for.

The memories of her laughter still linger in her dreams and Carmilla is only thankful she can still hear it. What should've been such an easy target led ultimately to her demise. Her only regret was that she could not save her.

She sighed. Her eyes landed on the sleeping form of her human companion. She feels for this girl. Whatever it is she feels for her, she isn't quite sure anymore. Laura... is different. She is not necessarily breathtaking but she is beautiful all the same. She is smart and determined and very loyal to a fault. Carmilla is certain that this time, she will not let anything harm this human. Not in this physical world, not in her nightmares, not even in the face of her terrifying mother.

Nervous fingers began to reach for the sleeping human but she drew it back at the last moment, afraid that it might wake her. Carmilla looked out at the darkened skies and made a resolution. She would not let her selfishness get the best of her.

"Oooh! I am so excited!" Claimed Perry as she barged into dorm 307 quite unannounced. Thank goodness her grumpy roommate wasn't in or she'd get an earful. Laura had been working on a paper that was due at the end of the semester and she wasn't gonna let this evil-fighting thing get in the way with it. Besides, she already failed one test. "You get excited about a lot of things," chimed in La Fontaine as she trailed behind the dorm chief.

"Yes! But this is the first thing that's been normal lately. I can help her get settled in, tell her where her classes are, give her a few notes—" confused, Laura turned around.

"Wait, what the heck are you talking about?"

"Oh, have you not heard? We have a new student. And she is such a sweet soul." Perry released a hopeful sigh, almost as if wishing she was with the aforementioned student.

"Uhm, excuse me, would you please like to take your daydreaming into a separate room?" Laura could sense the hostility coming from La Fontaine, although she is almost quite certain it isn't because what Perry is saying is inaccurate.

"Oh, quit it, you two." Laura decided she was better off saving her work because this is all about as far as she is gonna get with these two in her room. "I have way too much to worry about my classes and I can't have you having your love-quarrel in here."

"What love quarrel—?"

"OH! That reminds me, Laura, would you be such a dear and take Elizabeth with you to your classes tomorrow?" La Fontaine's query is overlooked as Laura answers Perry.

"Sure. But—how in the world is she just joining us now? She would have a crap-ton of paperwork and all-nighters to do in order to catch up."

"Well, she used to attend a Silas sister-school and a tragic incident happened so the university had set up a very special program to accommodate her. Isn't that just so nice of them? Her life is that of a Shakespearean romance."

"What? More like a dark tragedy." La Fontaine has had quite enough. "Whatever, I'm gonna do something else. I'm outta here."

Laura was going to say good bye, but Perry was relentless.

"I read her whole file last night. Her full name is Elizabeth L. Ashcroft and she's an only child. She speaks 7 different languages fluently and has pretty much excelled in every aspect of life there is. She volunteers at least 6 hours a week and maintains a 4.0 GPA. She is also into theatre. She is my spirit animal."

The blonde had to take a deep breath. Wow. That's a lot of things to do. This girl had the time to learn to speak 7 different languages while maintaining her GPA and saving the world. And here she is unable to pass a single fucking exam. Way to throw that out there, Perry.

"Wow." Damn.

"Yeah." Double damn.

"Alright."

"...so you'll take her right? To your class?" Laura nodded. Of course, why wouldn't she? As if she needed anything else to make her feel smaller than she already does.

"Of course!"

The figure of the ever-brooding vampire appeared at the door while Laura was still on her laptop trying to finish what she can of her paper. That new arrival has made Laura nervous. After their chat, Perry couldn't stop talking about her and the next thing Laura knew, they were out at a local coffee shop with the girl more gorgeous than the sun itself. She thought she couldn't feel any more plebeian and then a goddess comes along and makes her feel as insignificant as a single molecule of dust in a desert.

"Hey, cupcake. Whatchu up to?" Her wonderful vampire roommate had re-filled her cocoa cup as she helped herself to her human juice. Said vampire sat herself on top of her bed, digging for the novel she had been reading.

"Nothing, just doing a paper." Ugh. This cocoa is so good.

"Hmmm. Fun." Carmilla replied, disinterested. Looking up, a sudden realization dawned on Laura.

"How come I never see you studying or doing papers or whatnot? Aren't you posing to be a student?"

"Yes," without looking up, the brunette answered. "I am, which coincidentally, also means that I've taken just about every course they offer in this university in more years than you've had in your lifetime. So." She looked up at her, smirking. To that, Laura could only respond by sticking her tongue out. Maturity is so overrated. Carmilla let out an amused chuckle.

"Done anything else fun today, sweetheart?" She flipped a page. She was back to her reading.

"Uhm, nothing really." A pause. Then Laura released an angry sigh. "Actually, I did do something. But it wasn't fun. I mean, I guess it was. I don't want you to think that I'm usually this mean. But—something about that girl just didn't rub with me quite right." At this, Carmilla was interested.

"What girl?"

"Well," Laura moved her hands exasperatedly, not knowing how to handle having negative feelings about a person she barely knows. Somehow, she thought sitting on a vampire's bed was a better idea, forcing the vampire to sit up and tuck her perfect legs underneath herself. "She's... she's new here. I guess. She attended a sister university, Perry said. But she's too-perfect. It doesn't seem right."

Carmilla watched her struggle in her actions. She found it quite amusing.

"Really? Someone else is more perfect than you are? How is that even possible?" Laura glared at her for the sarcastic tone.

"Ugh, you are so rude. This is why we never share anything with each other!" At this, Carmilla laughed as Laura extracted herself from her bed.

"And this is my pillow!" She snatched the yellow pillow away from the vampire and returned to her seat. Stupid vampire. Why did she ever think it was okay for them to talk to each other like normal roommates?