Author's Note: Okay! It's been awhile since I posted anything because I am just in no mood to write but I have started NaNo month so I am trying to keep in the habit! This might be my only one of the day because I do have uni work to do. So without further ado!

Genre: Historical

Prompt: Write about someone encountering a vampire (Lady Carmilla is a HP world vampire I checked!) - DADA Assignment

Card: (Bronze) Wilfred the Wistful: Write about someone feeling wistful

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you recognise.

Lady Vampire

Lady Carmilla Sanguina lounged elegantly on the chaise in her drawing room. She casually observed the young woman shaking in the centre of the room almost longingly. At over 150 years old Carmilla found that she was wistful for the beauty and innocence that youth had to offer, although she knew it was something that she would never possess again.

Graceful as she was Lady Carmilla swung her legs around and fixed her unnerving yellow gaze on the young maid. "How old are you child?" she purred watching with unrestrained glee as the young creature froze stiffer than a corpse.

"Sixteen, m'lady" she mumbled trying to escape the trapping gaze.

Carmilla smiled like a cat with cream being careful not to reveal too much of her canines. She could feel her teeth elongating and they ached with the hunger that coursed through her. She moved her eyes from the fearful brown of her soon-to-be victim and slid them down to the erratic pulse just visible on her pale neck.

"Well my dear I think you would make a perfect addition to my household. I only hire a certain calibre of worker you know. Compensation will be sent to your family but I'm afraid you're mine now. Please report to Mrs Wilder upstairs for your duties."

The girl bobbed a shaky curtsey and quickly scurried out of the room. Carmilla reclined back onto her couch and smirked as she listened to the girl's progress through the house. Her heightened senses allowed her to track the shaking maid as she ascended the stairs. She was muttering to herself.

"You need this job, it's okay, it'll be okay."

Lady Carmilla felt something stirring in her cold, empty chest as if an emotion was trying to find its way to her heart, but she had none. She almost laughed, it was pity. The last of her humanity was trying to convince her to spare the girl. How cute.

It was too late anyway as she reached her destination a scream ran out cutting sharply through the silence of the house. Carmilla smiled widely allowing her elongated canines to show. She could smell the fresh blood as it seeped from the now lifeless young body. She would feast well tonight.

Slow steps descended the stairs a little while later and Carmilla sat up in anticipation. The stout, homely figure of her housekeeper entered the room making sure to keep her head lowered in respect.

"Your bath is ready my lady."

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