It was pitch black,
The cat.
With bright yellow eyes
That were unmistakably human.
It was huge-
A panther.
Yet, it did not scare me.
I knew what it was.
Who it was.
It was her.
The girl who had been my roommate.
The girl who had agrivated me,
Angered me,
Hated me.
But that hate
Had turned to fondness.
And that fondness
Had grown to love.
And that love
Will last forever.
I will let her turn me one day.
So that we may continue to love each other forever.
For all eternity.
She is my reason.
For living.
For breathing.
For existing.
And after everything we've been through.
She still loves me.
And I still love her.
No matter what the world throws at us in the future,
Our love will live on.
And when the Earth,
And we along with it,
Have withered away
And faded from existence,
We will, hand in hand, walk into the Beyond.
Whatever that may be.
Whether it's Heaven,
Or Hell,
Or simply... Nowhere,
Our love will withstand it all.
To some,
She is a myth.
Nothing but a tale to tell.
To others,
She is a monster.
A beast
With an unbeating heart and an unfeeling soul.
But her heart does beat.
And her soul does feel.
"For you," she says.
"Only for you do I continue to live."
You may view her as you wish,
But I,
I view as she is.
She's simply...
Carmilla.
Not a hero.
Nor a villain.
Not a monster.
Nor an angel.
She is,
And forever will be,
Carmilla.
My one
And only,
Carmilla.