Please excuse my English... I am only ESL.

After reading a few fictions on here, I find my writing quite boring... maybe I can improve. Some content might be M+. If you think I should change my T-rating, please leave me a comment / review about it.

If you have never heard of Carmilla, wiki it. I am only getting my inspiration and borrowing the character from the classic, the story mainly focus on an one-night stand with Regina. so not really a cross-over. Intended to be one-shot, unless you want me to extend it (please R&R). Or, we can just leave it sinking to the bottom.


My curse came back when the curse that brought us to Storybrooke was broken by that so-called savior. Before I was awakened and the memory came back, I was an artist, a painter. People called me Millie. I had my own art studio. I lived there. The only human interaction I needed to make was selling my art to Mr. Gold and then paying him my rent with the same money I just earned. I didn't have much and I didn't need much, no friends, no family, no baggage, I was free.

I was happy and I didn't care how I got here. People told me an evil queen from the Enchanted Forest casted a curse and bought everyone to this land. I wasn't even from the Enchanted Forest. I had never crossed path with the queen. I did not know why I was brought here. The only face I could remember from old time was Victor Frankenstein. Last time I saw him, he was just a little boy, running around with his brother in his father's ball, to which I was invited. Yes, I came from the Land Without Colour. From where I came from, people called me Countess Mircalla Karnstein.

After the Storybrooke curse was broken, my secret craving came back. I couldn't go into sunlight anymore. I didn't know what happened. Someone said the magic was back. I heard that the brunette working at Granny's turned to a werewolf during full moon too. I figured it was the same for me. I started working at the bar, The Rabbit Hole. I had to. It was easier for me to hunt at night, any depressed woman or greasy horny man. I preferred women to men, as they smelled and tasted better.

"That tattoo you got on your arm, Sheridan Le Fanu. Who is he?" Keith asked, "The guy who broke you heart? That's why you don't like me?" He was known to be hitting on every woman in the bar.

"None of your business, Keith," I refused to answer. The bar was quiet. If only he found better target, he would leave me alone.

"Com'on, you have to tell me why wouldn't you sleep with me," He begged.

"Get a drink or leave," I threatened him. Even if I had slept with him, he wouldn't remember. No one would remember what I took from him or her after they spent the night with me.

"Let me buy you a drink," He requested.

"Working, can't drink," Even if I drank, it wouldn't have any effect on me, "Just go."

"Com'on," He grabbed my hand. I would enjoy you tonight if I wanted, but the night was young and I was waiting for a better companion.

"You heard the lady. Just leave," A brunette woman came to my rescue. She waved her hand and he fled.

She would be mine tonight. There was no other competition in town.

"Thanks," I showed my gratitude, "Drinks on me tonight. What can I get for you?"

She scanned my body, "Are you even old enough to work here?"

"I would show you my ID, but it says I am twenty," I jokily said. Though my ID really said I was twenty, I was much much older than I looked.

"Make me something that will make me cry and smile at the same time," She demanded.

"Lady, I am good, but I am not that good. House special, it is," I smiled. I mixed some of the strongest liquors, blueberry juice with a dash of sparkling water and gave it to her.

"A purple drink, wasn't expecting it," She took a sip, "You just fulfilled the smile part."

"Anything bothering you, dear?" I asked.

"No, just wanted a drink," She lied.

"Nobody drinks alone when they are happy," I rolled my shoulders, "The bar is awfully quiet tonight. You can tell me all about it. My lips are sealed."

"Look," she looked at my nametag, "Millie. I just want to be left alone. I had a horrible week. My mother died. My son tried to blow up a well. I saved his life and he didn't even thank me. I ripped someone's heart out and put it back. I hated her, but I couldn't kill her. I am tired of my life. I just want to give up."

"Enough said," I did not need to know the details, really. All I knew was if I fed her enough liquor tonight, she would be mine until the next morning.

She asked, "Drinks on you, right? Bring me like seven more of these."

"Sweetie, you don't want to do it. If you drink six of these, you will start crying and I will have to take you home," I wasn't lying.

"Well, then you will fulfill the cry part too," She finished her first drink.

She was on her sixth drink when she started sobbing. She didn't tell me her life story like any other drunks at the bar.

"Hand me your wallet and your car key, I am taking you home," I requested.

"No," She said it like a two-year-old child. However, like a two-year-old child, she was defenseless and I managed to take the wallet and the keys from her purse.

"You said the drinks were on you!" She complaint. Regina Mills, her name sounded familiar, but I couldn't recall when I heard it. Maybe I needed to go out more often.

She bit me and I put her wallet back. "I wasn't stealing your money. I am checking your driving license," I murmured the address to myself and walked her to the car park. I pressed the key button and the most expensive car beeped, "Cool, power door! I don't have to test every car on the lot."

"Where are you taking me?" I placed her on the passenger's seat.

"Home," I started the car and drove to her place. She had this beautiful big house. It's almost like the White House, but of course, it's smaller. She said she had a son, but the house was empty. I bought her to the master bedroom, assuming she was the owner. I was glad when I found out there was no Mr. Mills in the house. I laid her down on the bed.

The night was perfect – drunk woman, soft bed, and empty house.

I carefully undressed her and started kissing her chest. She was drunk but still conscious. She repeated my action and we were stripped naked within two minutes. Her lips were soft. I couldn't help but to steal more kisses from her. I kissed her neck and she shivered in excitement. I sucked on her nipples and she moaned. I spread her leg and started licking her sensitive inner thighs. A little foreplay to pleasure the lady was always my little habit and my way to say "thank you for feeding me tonight".

As much as I loved a little foreplay, I was hungry, or thirsty, I didn't wait much longer before I sank my teeth into her chest. I felt the warm blood going through my throat. She tasted different. She was sweet like caramel, but there was a slight bitterness like chocolate. For a moment, I could feel her emotion.

The sweetness came from the love she had for her lost love, her mother and her son and the bitterness came from the sorrow, longing for the love to be returned. Her taste was special, unique. Maybe it was gluttony, or maybe it was lust, but I couldn't tell. I drank from her and it was hard for me to let her go. I wanted to suck her dry. I wanted to her to be like me, but I couldn't. Eternity was a curse.

"Maybe all you need was a cuddle from someone who loves you," I licked my lips and enjoyed the last bit of her in my mouth.

I hugged her and she grabbed on to my arm. I was right. She fell asleep in my arm.

We laid there for two hours, before the sunrise. That was when I had to go. I didn't want to leave her alone. I was greedy, and I wanted her to be mine forever, but I knew I could only hurt her and eventually kill her if she was my only girl.

"Good rest, Caramel Chocolate," I kissed her forehead. She smiled. "When the sun is up, you will remember nothing but a sweet dream," I whispered to her ears.

= End of the One-shot =

I know this is a boring one-shot, but still R&R if you want me to extend it.