A/N: Just a quick note, I've changed some details from the show because AU, in case you're wondering about the chronology. Will is a lot younger than in the series.

"She did WHAT?"

Will looked down at his feet; he couldn't meet his mother's eyes right now. She was furious.

"She stopped me taking the girl, that Lauren or something…"

"Laura." Mother said. She said the girls name as if the word tasted bitter in her mouth. It was almost as if she knew the kid… which was impossible because selection was totally at random. Will daren't ask though, even if she did know the girl she would deny it.

"Listen. You tell that incompetent feline that if she doesn't cooperate with us, then she can no longer be one of us. Which means she will have to go right back down under the earth." She paused and cackled hysterically. "Yes do be sure to mention the coffin William, you know that always wipes that smug grin off her pretty face."

Will let himself look at his mother. She was the oldest known being as far as he knew yet she always kept up with the fashion of the time. Today she was wearing a smart pantsuit, her chestnut hair tightly tied in a bun. For a centuries old vampire she always looked so elegant, if you walked past her on the street she would look like a young, bubbly businesswoman who went to yoga classes and ate at posh sushi places, not a blood-sucking vampire who kidnapped girls and enslaved them. Will was afraid of her, but he owed her everything.

Will had moved to New York in the early 1920's as an 18-year-old, ready to start his working life. He had only lived there 2 weeks when he was shot, mugged and left for dead down some abandoned alley. Mother found him and changed him into a vampire. She and Carmilla trained him up. They'd all been in sync, practically a happy family until Carmilla screwed it up with… Ell. He growled silently to himself thinking of her. Ell was a plain, naïve little thing. But even Will had to admit she had some charm. Even so, that wasn't how the game worked. They couldn't save anyone, but Little-Miss-Sugar-Puss decided to run away with the silly mortal. They showed her.

"Yes mother." He replied to her request and she smiled, satisfied.

"Good. Good. I can always count on you William. I need her by tonight. Do what you must." She grinned to herself. Soon everything would fall into place.

…

The first thing Laura saw as she opened her eyes was a mop of black hair and she blinked several times. As her vision settled she realized that there was a girl asleep on the floor beside her with her head resting on Laura's bed. She was surprised but rather than panic. (It could be a dream again after all) She coughed loudly. The woman didn't stir. She coughed again and just to be sure tapped her head lightly with her finger. That did the trick. The girl sat up all of a sudden, her hair still covering her face. She stretched her arms and then froze, possibly realizing Laura was looking right at her. She turned her head and met Laura's eyes. Laura's breath stilled as she saw her face. Despite the fact she was probably a psycho-murderer-stalker this girl was straight up gorgeous. Her skin was flawless and she looked as if she had never even seen the sun she was so pale. Her eyes looked sort of familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it, she didn't know many people with silver eyes.

Laura cleared her throat. "W-who are you and what are you doing in my house?" She'd tried to sound forceful but her voice just came out wobbly.

The girl looked vaguely amused, but remained silent.

"I'll call the cops." They both knew she wouldn't.

The girl finally spoke. "I uh- needed a place to crash and your window was wide open so-"

"- WOW! Oh that makes so much sense…it's totally normal to climb through a strangers bedroom window and sleep by their bed. Which is totally subtle by the way congratulations!" The girl laughed nervously at that. "You know normal people go to a motel or ring the bell first or I don't know go home?"

The girl studied her face carefully. Laura's heart raced when she looked at her lips. She tried her best to keep her facial expression stern, but damn this girl was hot.

"I guess I'm not one for convention." Was all she said and it was Laura's turn to laugh.

"I'll say."

They both remained still a while more. Laura wasn't sure how you're supposed to act in this sort of situation. It would almost be comical if Laura hadn't already been paranoid about kidnappers.

She opened her mouth to say something but the girl beat her to it. "Well as fun as this has been buttercup, I think it's about time I got going." She stood up and brushed herself off. Laura looked her up and down. Leather pants…nice.

"Yeah…" Laura suddenly got the feeling she had heard this girls voice before. "Hey…have we- ever met before?"

"I think I'd remember a cutie like you." She replied with a wink.

(Was that…? Was she just flirt…?)

Laura laughed awkwardly. "Right ok… silly me…"

The girl studied her face once more before smiling and making her way towards the open window.

"What are you doing?"

"Leaving the way I came in, cutie."

(Again with the nickname!)

Laura blushed "I can see that… but you…could use the door if you want."

"It's like I said… I'm not one for convention." She sat on the ledge and swung her legs around and began to lower herself down.

Without really thinking Laura yelled out. "What's your name?"

The girl turned her head and smiled. "Carmilla. Nice meeting you cupcake." Before Laura could say another word she had jumped.

Laura ran to the window and looked down, but Carmilla had already gone.

(Weird.)

She made her way back to her bed and sat down frowning.

Cupcake. Now where had she heard that nickname before?