centeriu102 Years and 303 Days of Forever -Rome/u/i/center

Laura heard a crash followed by Carmilla cursing under her breath. Rolling her eyes, having a feeling she knew exactly what the sound was, she made her way into the kitchen to investigate.

"Carm, what the fuck?"

"Cupcake, you're still here."

"Of course I'm still here, I ilive/i here." Laura knew that Carmilla would've been able to tell if she had left or not, but she also knew that Carmilla loved to mess with her, if nothing else.

"So you're telling me you stayed for the show?" Carmilla asked, brows waggling in suggestion.

Laura thanked her vampire constitution yet again for not allowing her to blush. She looked to the body of Carmilla's one nightstand now crumpled on the floor, bleeding all over the tile. "You need to stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen."

"It was ione/i time." Carmilla said in that weird accent that reminded Laura of the time she bit Kirsch all those years ago, a hand on her hip. "And iyour/i kitchen?"

"Yes Carm, imy/i kitchen. I picked out the apartment this time, and your ifriend/i is bleeding all over the floor!"

Carmilla chuckled, sucking the excess blood off of her fingers, making sure not to break eye contact as she did. "You know cupcake, what you heard in my room, and in the living room, and right here where we're standing," she stepped over the dead body to get closer to Laura, watching her swallow, "can happen to you too. I think I can remember every single one of your sweet spots." She stopped once she was standing right in front of Laura, smirking.

Laura rolled her eyes, focusing hard on the blood in the corner of Carmilla's mouth. "You're a pig."

"Technically I'm a panther." Carmilla stated, her eyes roaming over Laura's face.

Laura nearly growled out of frustration, watching a chill run up Carmilla's spine. "What's your excuse for the body this time?" Last time it was Carmilla's quote on quote "two course meal" where she got to eat twice.

"She over stayed her welcome." Carmilla said, staring at her nails, bored.

Laura sighed, "Clean up your fucking mess."

centeriu130 Years and 97 Days of Forever –Toronto/u/i/center

Carmilla had been getting on Laura's nerves for the past two weeks. She was suddenly trying to get into her pants again, and unlike Carmilla, Laura didn't like to solve their issues with sex.

"Carm stop, you and I both know that this isn't going to help." Laura said, her judgment growing weaker and weaker the closer Carmilla's hands got.

Laura had told Carmilla she was tired of finding half dressed girls in her house long after Carmilla had fallen asleep. She also told her that she was tired of being treated like a roommate that she didn't associate with outside of the rent money. Clearly Carmilla got the wrong idea.

"Come on creampuff, tell me you don't want this and I'll stop." Carmilla husked out, her eyes heavy on Laura's pouted bottom lip.

Laura internally groaned; she hadn't touched Carmilla in years. Not like what Carmilla was now promising her anyways. She could have it again, even if it was for a short while before Carmilla turned cold and hard again, before they were fighting for real again.

"You are so beautiful." Carmilla whispered, her teeth coming out to tuck in her own bottom lip.

Laura swallowed, she could remember what kissing Carmilla was like. Could remember what her body felt like beneath her fingertips. She gave in.

Unfortunately for Laura, as soon as she made Carmilla cum, the much older vampire was back to being her cold and harsh self, her body turning hard beneath her touch. As if she realized what she had just done, realized what all of that blood did to her brain, clouding her view of the girl in front of her.

"Carm I-"

"I'm going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else, cupcake." Carmilla said, her focus completely on the wall across from her bed. It would take her weeks to get the scent of Laura out of her sheets. She knew this from experience.

"I can't believe I actually thought I could start sleeping with you again." Laura spit out, quickly climbing out of the bed and slipping back into her bra and underwear. "You never change." She said, "I'm starting to think you never will."

"300 years, Laura." Carmilla said, more like whispered as she slid down into her bed, now staring at the ceiling.

"Are you so sure you're worth the 300 years, Carm?" Laura asked on her way out of her room, looking back at her once she was in the doorway. "You're not special Carmilla, not anymore. Not to me."

Laura cried herself to sleep that morning.

Carmilla didn't sleep at all.

centeriu159 Years and 267 Days of Forever –Chicago/u/i/center

This was it. Laura had had enough. She was sick and tired of waiting. Tired of working her ass off to get on Carmilla's good side, to have one good day to color in all of the bad ones. She was pissed and she was fed up with all of Carmilla's unwavering blame and guilt. Fed up with everything involving the person she had once thought was iher/i person. She wasn't so sure anymore.

"I'm leaving." Laura said, her duffle bag hanging heavy on one shoulder.

"What?" Carmilla asked, looking up from her reading. She couldn't have heard her right. She wouldn't just leave. Not like this.

"I can't stop thinking of that fight we had the last time we had sex."

"That was over twenty years ago." Carmilla said, sitting up and shutting her book.

"Maybe, but have you budged in the slightest in forgiving me?" At Carmilla's silence she got her answer. "That's what I thought." She inched closer to the door, knowing that she wouldn't be able to do it if she stayed for too long talking about it, if she gave Carmilla enough time to talk her out of it.

"You said you wouldn't regret me being your only constant." Carmilla whispered. Her tone was a bit shallow, as if she was near drowning looking back on their past.

"Well I do regret it." Laura said. "I regret all of it. I'm stuck on this planet now knowing that everyone I ever grew to love is dead." Except for you. "I am stuck here being pushed around by you. I am letting you hold me down and keep me from being something great. I stayed forever nineteen for you Carmilla, and now I'm regretting ever making that decision because you're never going to forgive me." She stared down at her feet, "And I'm never going to forgive myself if I continue to live an eternity like this."

"Laura-"

"No Carm, I'm done. Whatever this is-" Laura motioned at the air between them, "It's done."

"So you're just going to leave me then."

"You pushed me to make that decision Carm, you made me want to leave. You made me hate you, and in turn I hate myself." Laura opened the front door, walking out into the hallway. "Maybe in a couple hundred years we can try again, but we both need to change before that can happen."

Carmilla was up off the couch and over by the door in seconds, "Don't you love me?"

Laura swallowed, tears apparent in her eyes. "I used to."

Carmilla's mouth was left a gap, her eyes wide and filled with their own tears. "You don't mean that."

"I wish I didn't." Laura said, "But I do, and I'm leaving before you can convince me to stay." She turned then, heading down the hallway towards the stairs.

"Laura, wait!"

"Goodbye, Carmilla."

centeriu171 Years and 32 Days of Making the Best of It –Wales/u/i/center

It had been twelve years since Carmilla had seen Laura last.

It was Laura's birthday.

It was Laura's birthday and she bought a single chocolate cupcake. She bought a box of birthday candles and threw them all away except for one. She stuck the remaining one into the cupcake, lit it, and then went to bed.

"Happy birthday, cupcake." She whispered before dozing off.

In the morning an entire shell of wax covered the cupcake.

She threw it out.

centeriu195 Years and 44 Days of Making the Best of It -Ottawa/u/i/center

It had been 24 years since Laura had seen Carmilla last.

It was Carmilla's birthday, Valentine's Day of all days.

Laura bought a dozen red roses and sat next to a fountain in a park. She plucked off each single petal and dropped it into the water, watching them float and reflect off of the lights. She threw out the stems after pricking herself twice. "Happy birthday, Carm." She whispered after sucking the blood off her skin.

She went back to the house, her father's house, and slept for four days.

centeriu225 Years and 41 Days of Making the Best of It -Baltimore/u/i/center

Carmilla lay in her studio apartment, headphones blaring in her ears after she fell asleep on the couch, a book open and slipping off of her stomach as she rolled over.

It had been raining for three straight days. It had snowed the week before. Carmilla was miserable. She hated being wet for unnecessary purposes.

She also missed Laura.

Laura had gone on to write many journalism pieces under various different pseudonyms. The only reason Carmilla knew this was because they had started writing emails back and forth. There were rules though, Laura had made sure of that. It had been almost seventy years since they had last been face to face, but Laura seemed content that way. Carmilla though, was not.

The rules ranged from no conversation about getting back together or missing one another, no exchanging of phone numbers, and most importantly no more blaming or guilt. Which left them with what they were currently up to. Carmilla usually had to delete half of her emails.

centeriu247 Years and 144 Days of Making the Best of It -Boston/u/i/center

Laura had gone back to school. It kept her busy and her mind occupied from thinking about Carmilla who was currently over in Scotland.

She was studying for a Masters in English, similar to her original plan.

She wasn't too sure what Carmilla was up to, she never said much in her emails, aside from her usual philosophical nonsense and the constellations she was able to see the night before. There were a lot.

Laura had a feeling Carmilla was holding back, she knew ishe/i was. She wondered if Carmilla found some other girl to call by her first name.

Late at night once her roommate was asleep, Laura allowed herself to wish Carmilla hadn't.

centeriu268 Years and 162 Days of Making the Best of It –San Francisco/u/i/center

Laura had gone to pride.

Laura Hollis had gone to San Francisco's Pride without Carmilla.

She made up for it in complementary booze and drunk dancing women.

The next morning she really wish she had someone to hold her hair back as she threw up an entire cowboy boot shaped glass of tequila.

She doesn't remember trying to call Carmilla's old number with tears in her eyes.

centeriu272 Years and 88 Days of Making the Best of It –Salem/u/i/center

Carmilla owned a cat now.

He had followed her home from the library one day and shot through the doorway between her feet, ignoring Carmilla's warning hiss.

She named him Stockholm.

He slept in the bed with her at her feet because he was lucky he still had his hide, Carmilla had told him when he was first upgraded to the bedroom.

She fed him canned tuna until he licked his paws clean and refused to move, and told him all kinds of stories about her long since finished adventures with a cat named Laura.