Carmilla thought about the first time she met Laura. She didn't believe in all that sappy "love at first sight" bullshit, but she knew from the ache in her heart that Laura was special. She knew that Laura was the end to Carmilla Karnstein the "badass killer vampire". She knew she had met her match.

A single tear trailed down her cheek and fell off her face. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to say goodbye to Laura, but she had to save her. She had to save herself.

The building was silent. There wasn't a single student in sight. Although most escaped from the building, there were at least 20 students missing according to Perry's headcount. Carmilla followed the faint scent of blood up the stairs to the lecture hall. The doors were closed and not a sound could be heard from inside other than the blood pulsing through the students bodies. Suddenly the doors swung open.

"Hello, sis. How lovely it is to see you again," Cameron's deep voice and slight Styrian accent could make any girl swoon. He was a tall man and very well built. His dark thick hair, chiseled jawline, and moderately pail skin could easily stop a woman's heart. In fact, his features were so seemingly similar to Carmilla's, they could probably pass as blood siblings.

"Let's just get this over with."

"Oh, no darling, let's take some time to catch up a little."

"Or you could just kill me now and end this insufferable family reunion."

"Ha! You were always so charming Carmilla. No wonder all the boys adored you so much."

"Boys were never an interest of mine."

"Oh yes, now how did all that go with, what was her name? Elle?" Cameron's grin was satanic.

"Fuck off you asshole," Carmilla lunged at him, shoving him across the room and slamming him against the back wall. "Don't you ever say her name to me again!"

Cameron grabbed her by her throat and threw her across the lecture hall. She landed on the hardwood floor of the stage and slid across until she hit the side wall.

"Don't tell me you're still not over that poor little doll, are you?" Carmilla stood slowly. She looked around the room and for the first time noticed the hostage students gathered in the corner of the room, huddled closely together. They were shivering with fear, obviously. Who wouldn't when you're being held captive by a psycho bloodsucking maniac. She turned, glaring at the ungodly man.

"Or is there someone else now? A little birdie told me that there was another special someone in your life and you two make quite the lovely couple."

Carmilla sped towards him slamming him even harder against the wall causing the wall to collapse in slightly.

"I swear if you touch her I will rip your throat out and feed it to the rats. She has nothing to do with this."

Cameron grunted in discomfort and shoved Carmilla away from him. "Don't you worry. No harm will come to your precious little human. All I wanted was the luxury of watching you beg for your life."

"Please, begging is for peasants. Kill me now before I change my mind," Carmilla's voice became increasingly monotone. "I'm not interested in your petty games."

"Very well then," Cameron spoke very deeply. His fist plunged through the air landing in the center of her chest. Carmilla flew across the room, slamming into the wall above the door. She dropped ten feet to the ground landing on her side. Before she had a moment to regain her strength, Cameron was right by her. He grabbed her by the throat lifting her off the ground just enough so he could slam other fist into her stomach. Camilla grunted. "Are you not going to fight back? Come on it would make this entirely more enjoyable."

"Bite me, asshole." He threw her into the ground. Hard. Blood was dripping from her mouth. The internal bleeding wouldn't last for long. Her body would heal itself. He wasn't trying to kill her. He was simply torturing Carmilla for his own pleasure and she let him. She deserved this. She deserved all of this and more.

He picked her up and slammed her against the wall, yet again. Holding her up by the throat, he dug his fangs into her neck and tore off her flesh. Carmilla screamed. He released her and she crumbled to the ground holding her bleeding neck. It only took a minute, but the wound healed.

She stood, but the sharp pain of her broken ribs crippled her.

"You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that if you're going to kill me."

"Oh I know. I'm just saving the best for last." He pulled out a dagger. Not just any dagger. A dagger worthy of killing vampires. It was forged by an ancient coven of witches thousands of years before, created with enchanted metal purposed to send vampires to their graves forever. It has said to have been lost forever, but Carmilla was sure some idiot human rediscovered the damned thing.

Carmilla was on her hands and knees, holding her bruised gut when she heard the doors from behind her swing open. Cameron's smug look was utterly disgusting.

"So this must be Laura."