So sorry for the unplanned hiatus! I'd rather not explain everything, but just know that I'm working on a few projects that may or may not involve my youtube channel (that most of you don't know about because I don't post a lot on it) (it's Haunted and Cynical fyi) and also there were some personal issues that are currently being resolved.
I can't promise 2 updates a week, but I will certainly aim for at least 1.
That being said, this chapter's short bc the next chapter's long and involves some -AHEM- scenes that we all look forward to ;)
So enjoy!
Brilliantly bright florescent lights blinded Laura as she examined the room she was in. The cement walls were white, as were the tiles on the floor. The lights seemed to reflect off of every surface as she realized, with horror, where she was.
She knew this room. And she knew what was coming next.
The girl, as always, appeared in front of her. She was taller than Laura (not that that was an accomplishment, anyways) with dark, matted hair that was clinging to her hidden face. Her skin was stained with crimson liquid, and her white night dress was drenched with the stuff.
The girl looked up, her black eyes staring right through Laura, like the blonde wasn't even there.
Something warm began to pool around Laura's feet. She looked down. Blood.
It slowly filled up the room, neither girl moving.
Only when it was about up to the other girl's chest did Laura speak.
"Swim!" The blonde urged as she kicked her feet to stay afloat. "Swim! Come on! Why aren't you swimming?"
The blood was filling the room faster now. The girl would drown if she didn't swim. She had to swim! Why wasn't she swimming? Did she want to die?
"Please!" Laura begged. "Please, you have to swim."
The girl finally looked at Laura, as if she was just noticing her. Just as the blood began to reach the girl's chin, she lifted her mouth to let out an ear-piercing scream. It quickly turned to gargles as Laura gasped, her head hitting the ceiling.
She was going to die. That girl was going to die, and now Laura was too.
Laura shot up in her bed, her breathing heavy. Sweat coated her body as she glanced around wildly.
When she was sure that she was safe, she checked the time on her phone.
Ten.
Her flight would leave in two hours, and she should really get ready, like, now.
She dialed Carmilla's number.
"Morning, sleepy head." The brunette answered.
"Hey, are you packed?" Laura asked.
"Been packed for a while. I actually came down earlier, but Natalie said you were asleep."
"Oh. Well, I'm up now." Laura hurriedly shoved on some decent clothes (by decent, I mean she put on a t-shirt, a hoodie, and some sweatpants because she'd be on that plane for a few hours) as she spoke.
"Laura, slow down. You sound like you're tripping over your pants."
The blonde blushed, even though Carmilla couldn't see her through the phone. "I hate pants," she grunted as she, once again, tripped over the other pant leg.
"If you're boycotting pants, I'm not complaining."
"I- uh, you have someone to watch the cats, right?"
"Yes. Natalie said she'd stop by every day to feed them."
"And are you sure you're okay with this?"
"I'm positive. By the way, I'm coming inside."
The front door opened and Laura yelped and hung up. Carmilla strode confidently into her room with a grin and a suitcase.
"Hey, cupcake. Need help?"
Laura blushed and yanked up her sweats, eying Carmilla up and down.
"We'll be on that plane for a few hours. You sure you don't want to be in something more comfortable?" She asked.
Carmilla was wearing her usual casual outfit: jeans, t-shirt, combat boots.
"This is comfortable. Not all of us choose dress shirts over t-shirts." Carmilla rolled her eyes.
"Right. So, I should probably pack." Laura blushed and turned toward her dresser when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.
"Baby, we have a few hours until the flight. Relax. Why are you in such a rush?" The brunette asked as she gently placed kisses along Laura's neck.
"Well, you're the second girlfriend I've ever introduced to my entire family. I'm just a little nervous." Laura muttered. (Carmilla's kisses were really distracting.)
"Shouldn't I be nervous?" Carmilla chuckled, continuing her sweet assault. "Meeting the family is a big step."
It was true. A big step, and Laura did kind of push it on her at the last second. She was going to go home with LaFontaine, but they canceled on her because, well, they got engaged and all and a wedding is hard to plan. And they said something about the 'hybrid being hungry'. She didn't question the matter any further.
On the other hand, the several weeks leading up to dating the girl she'd been pining over (LaF's words) for forever had kind of pushed the whole standard 'wait like a month before introducing the folks' back a few weeks. Besides, Carmilla wasn't doing anything for New Year's, and who the hell spends New Year's alone?!
"My family's gonna love you," Laura grinned, turning to face Carmilla and kissing her softly. "And I'm also hurrying because it's New Year's Eve, and traffic is gonna suck."
With a sigh, Carmilla pulled back. "Fine. Pack up, buttercup."
Carmilla seemed tense. Judging by how tight the steering wheel was being clenched, at least. How was that thing not broken?
In the time they've known each other, Laura learned that there were only two ways to calm Carmilla down in times of distress: Crack a funny joke (which was not Laura's strongest suit) or makeout with her (which was unrealistic, considering they were driving).
Laura's father always told her to work with what she had, so, naturally, she began to form a plan in her head to make Carmilla less... angry.
"Jesus fucking Christ just fucking go, asshole! It's a goddamn highway just move!" Carmilla snarled at the car in front of them. She sat back with an irritated sigh. "Fucking traffic." She looked at Laura. "You're awfully quiet."
"Quiet? Me?" Laura smiled. "I'm just thinking."
"That's dangerous." The brunette snorted, turning to look out the windshield so they could move another three feet. "About what?"
Let the plan begin... Laura thought as a smirk pulled at her lips. "Just... y'know, about you."
Her change in tone caught Carmilla's attention instantly. She glanced at the blonde, who scooted along the front bench seat so she was right next to Carmilla. Laura leaned in and placed a careful kiss on the brunette's neck.
"Oh?" Carmilla quirked a perfectly sculpted eyebrow in shock. "What about me?"
"You know," Laura bit gently into Carmilla's collarbone (a weakspot she had only recently discovered). Carmilla let out a soft whimper. "Your lips, mostly. How soft they are, how good they feel."
"This is a dangerous game, Laura," Carmilla took a deep breath, driving forward as the traffic began to clear slightly. "Are you sure you wanna go there?"
"How dangerous?" Laura chuckled lowly.
"Extremely."
"Bring it on, kitty." With that, the blonde pulled away and returned to the passenger side.
Carmilla was much calmer now, despite her flustered groan.
"You are so dead."
After another half hour (which was shockingly quick) Laura and Carmilla finally made it onto their flight. Everything was fine until the engines roared to life and the plane started to move. Laura was grinding her teeth and she dug her nails into the armrests.
"Afraid of flying?" Carmilla questioned.
"A little," Laura admitted, her eyes wide.
"Maybe I should return the favour from earlier." Carmilla grinned and Laura's cheeks reddened.
"You wouldn't dare." She hissed.
"I dunno, cupcake, you seem like you need a distraction."
"Carm, I-." She stopped talking when Carmilla's lips covered her own. Careful teeth nipped at her lower lip and yeah this was a good distraction.
Actually, when one of Carmilla's hands moved to her waist, and the other to her thigh, Laura didn't even notice when the plane lifted into the air.
The brunette nipped at Laura's neck, and Laura gulped. "Carm, we're, ah, in public."
"You want me to stop?" Carmilla sucked at the spot under Laura's ear.
Dear sweet deities please no, Laura thought. "Well, considering there- ugh – are children on this plane, we probably should." Her cheeks warmed at the moan that slipped from her throat, but it made Carmilla grin as she pulled away.
"You alright, sweetie? You seem flustered." She teased.
"You are the worst." Laura grunted.
Before, Carmilla was quite confident that Laura's family would like her. But, as she questioned Laura on her family, she realized that she should actually be really, really afraid.
Laura's father was apparently the sheriff of the town they lived in. Her aunt (her mother's sister) was like a second mother to Laura, and a very well-respected surgeon. Her uncle (her father's brother) was a lawyer who went to school with Laura's mother. And apparently Laura's grandparents were in a band in the fifties.
So... maybe Carmilla should worry.
"I wonder what Meghan's been up to. She's my aunt's only daughter. And I think Mark and Ben are five, now. So there's that to look forward to. And Aria's probably three. Or is it four?" Laura droned on and on once the plane was in the air. She was a lot calmer, now. "My aunt and my uncle have a lot of kids."
They were landing, soon.
"Laura," Carmilla buckled her seatbelt. "Your dad won't kill me, right?"
"What? Why would he?"
"I'm kind of corrupting his baby girl." Carmilla grinned teasingly to hide the fact that she was actually worried. "Y'know, making her skip work to go see 'Into The Woods'."
"I had off that day." Laura rolled her eyes. "Besides, I made you skip work to go on a date."
"That was not a date."
"It was kind of a date. Or did you miss all those cheesy RomCom moments?"
Carmilla laughed softly. "Okay, touche. Anyway, he's the chief of police. He'll probably interrogate me. Does he have a gun?"
"I'll make sure he plays nice." Laura grinned. "If you behave yourself, I promise I'll make it up to you."
Carmilla smiled. "I look forward to it."
Yeah, I know, it's a bit rushed. Sorry! But I will see you guys either in a few days or next week! xoxo