Chapter 3

Laura's eyes involuntarily grew to the size of very alarmed dinner plates at the sight of the slowly elongating fangs that were being exposed by Carmilla's wide grin. Carmilla had begun to sway Laura back and forth slowly, one hand expertly cradling the honey blonde's, the other pressed firmly against the small of her back. She had thought Laura's total submission to her leading was out of pure, erotic surrender, but the deer in the proverbial headlights look that was now flashing across the smaller girl's face indicated that her assumption was very wrong indeed. Then she felt it. The tips of her finally fully extended canines making contact with her bottom lip.

Say goodbye, Hollis. You goofed. She is totally planning to eat you…and not in the lovely way you had so stupidly imagined. Laura's fatalistic thoughts swept through her brain and she felt her heart take off as if it would explode at the sight of Carmilla's fully elongated fangs. She watched as Carmilla's eyes raked hungrily over her face, and her ruby lips began to droop out of a smile and into a hard line. This is it, Laura exhaled shakily and closed her eyes. There was nothing she could do at this point except try not to get blood splatter all over the quilt her grandmother had made that was draped over her bed. If she didn't struggle, maybe there would be minimal spraying…

But then she was cold. The heat of Carmilla's body had suddenly vanished from her, and a cool draft left by her retreat swept over Laura's frame. The smaller girl cautiously popped one eyelid open. Carmilla was nowhere in sight.

"Carmilla?" she chirped nervously, looking about the room. The bathroom door was shut. Laura took a step towards it, and heard the lock snap tightly into place. Slightly reassured that her life didn't seem to be in any immediate danger, Laura crossed the rest of the distance to the bathroom, and lightly rapped on the door.

"Carmilla? Is everything ok?" She heard the sounds of rummaging in their cabinet under the sink; the distinct clanking of the numerous metallic bottles of Carmilla's hairsprays and gels toppling into each other as the brunette searched for who knows what.

"Everything is peaches, creampuff. Or did my disappearance not make that clear?" the older girl snarled from behind the door.

"Well obviously something is wrong," Laura replied, "I mean we were dancing…or…what was going to be dancing, and then your…well your fangs kind of came out and-"

"I am ABUNDANTLY aware of what just happened," the vampire snapped, "but please, regale me with the embarrassing details once again. Even after 300 years, reliving awkward moments still gives me a real kick!" Carmilla was yelling at this point, and the clanking was reaching a cacophonous level, but Laura's brain missed most of that as she replied,

"Wait…embarrassing details? You're embarrassed?" the only reply for several seconds was the ceasing of the noise and the distinct hissing sound of someone opening a sealed bottle.

"You're so astute, buttercup," Carmilla finally returned. "Of course I'm embarrassed. I wasn't expecting my libido to be so out of control, obviously. I mean we were just dancing…and getting the vampire equivalent to a boner in front of you, when I've yet to even kiss you, wasn't exactly what I had planned for our romantic evening…" her husky voice trailed off, and Laura was suddenly glad for the thick wooden door between them as she was sure she looked like some kind of dumb founded guppy with her mouth dropped open and her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Boner…romantic evening…"she muttered more to herself than to Carmilla, although of course with her ultrasonic hearing the vampire heard her and scoffed,

"You make it sound even more suave. Thank you, really! Uuuugh!" the brunette growled and Laura heard the cabinet door slam shut. "I mean the fact that I had to come in hear and root out my stash because of you! I can hear you gloating out there, Hollis!" Laura shook her heard, trying to somehow rattle the discombobulated pieces of this puzzle into place. Her stash? Fangs…oh my god! She keeps a stash of blood in our bathroom cupboard (ew) and she had to go in there and drink some because…because of her libido? Did she just…Did I get Carmilla so worked up that she needed some blood to steady herself? Just by dancing? Way to go, Laura! I mean, wait… Laura's thoughts began to swirl.

"Carmilla, I didn't mean it like that!" she stated apologetically, "I just got confused…at the thought that you like me that much…or… I mean you probably don't even like me. I just meant that-" the lock snapped back and the bathroom door opened. Carmilla stood in the frame looking sternly at the honey blonde.