A/N

Hey guys, this is my first shot at a Carmilla story. Hope you like it!

*Trigger warning for self-harm.*

The group sat around the kitchen table enjoying their dinner. Laura and Carmilla sat especially close, but the Ginger Twins didn't seem to care. None of them noticed the front door open and close or the dark figure that entered their home.

The figure stopped at the threshold of the kitchen, observing the way the group communicated and their attitudes. Maybe this was a bad idea, the figure thought. However, hearing Carmilla speak seemed to remind her of why she was there in the first place.

The figure walked into the kitchen and four sets of eyes locked on her. Brown hair covered the right side of her face. She looked directly at Carmilla, her strength diminishing as everything that had happened in the past few days came crumbling down on her.

Carmilla jumped out of her chair and caught the girl as she sunk to her knees. Pulling the smaller girl into an embrace, Carmilla began to rub her back.

"She- she just left me after three years like it was nothing," the brunnette cried into Carmilla's shoulder.

"Oh Emmy, that's horrible," Carmilla comforted. Emmy's sobs began to subside. Looking around the room, Carmilla saw Laura's face. She looked confused, a little startled, and really angry. Shit, Carmilla thought. I'm so going to have to explain this. "You wanna go lay down? You seem tired," Carmilla suggested, helping her up.

"That would be nice," Emmy whispered, her voice hoarse. Carmilla led the younger girl upstairs and into a bedroom. She helped her into the bed whispering calming words.

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Laura waited a few minutes before following in Carm's footsteps. To say she was mad was an understatement. Who the hell was this girl, and why was Carmilla so open with her? Reaching the open door of a bedroom, she peered in. The room was painted a subtle shade of blue. A decent sized bed was settled under the window, and a small reading corner was set up on the far wall. Carmilla stood over the young girl curled up on the bed. Sensing a presence, Carmilla turned to see a very angry Laura standing in the door frame. She walked out, shut the door behind her, and led Laura into their own bedroom. Laura followed, closing the door before turning to Carmilla who now sat on the edge of the bed.

"Who the hell is that?" Laura roared. Carmilla shook her head and laughed at how jealous her girlfriend was. "What's so damn funny?" Laura questioned, anger bubbling.

"Laura, that's my daughter, Emmy."

Laura's jealousy disappeared and quickly transformed into confusion. "When did you have a kid? And why didn't you tell me?"

The vampire stood to take Laura's hand. "I didn't have her; she was a present from my mother for my hundredth birthday. I guess she figured I'd train her to be a lure like me, but I couldn't do that to her. I kept her hidden from mother. That's why I never told you. If mother found out where Emmy was, she'd more than likely use her against me. Plus we were a little busy saving the campus, and it's not something you just mention. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before now. I should have. I'm sorry, Laura."

Laura smiled. "So let me get this straight. Your mother gave you a person for your birthday?"

Carmilla laughed. "Yeah, she never was very good at picking out presents." Laura laughed, falling into Carmilla. The vampire smiled. Pulling away, she placed a gentle kiss on Laura's lips. "Come on, we should probably go tell the Ginger Twins what's going on," Carm said, pulling Laura out of the room and down the stairs.

Downstairs, Carmilla poured herself a glass of blood while Perry and LaFontaine washed the dishes.

"Who was that?" Perry asked.

"My daughter," Carmilla replied.

"Cool. What's her name?" Perry asked.