"Baby I need a friend

But I'm a vampire smile; you'll meet a sticky end

I'm here trying not to bite your neck

But it's beautiful and I'm gonna get

So drunk on you and kill your friends.

You'll need me and we can be obsessed

And I can touch your hair and taste your skin

The ghosts won't matter 'cause we'll hide in sin."

-'Vampire Smile' by Kyla La Grange

XXX

Carmilla dried her hair as she was coming out of the bathroom, rolling her eyes when she saw someone loitering in her room. "Twice in one day, wow William you really have no class."

Will smirked, "Just took notice to the fact that you've been out all night, doing your job I hope."

She threw her towel into the hamper by the door, "I don't see why you care so much, whether I'm eating for fun or for work."

He shrugged, "Just trying to keep you out of the crosshairs with mother."

Carmilla nodded, "Oh sure, or maybe you're hoping that somewhere down the line I'll fuck up like I did all those years ago and then mommy dearest won't be up your ass so you can go and turn that puppy dog human."

Will's jaw clenched, hands turning into fists at his sides. "This is not about him."

Carmilla chuckled, "Sure it isn't. Now, if you don't mind, I kind of tired myself out last night and I'd like to go to bed. Don't worry; I'll be at work tonight."

Will shook his head, "You'll be sorry Kitty Cat, you should be thanking me, mother may love me best, but you're her precious diamond, she won't be distracted for long, and you just better hope that you are working on bringing home a sacrifice and not a girlfriend. Mother doesn't take kindly to when we play with our food past its expiration date."

Carmilla ignored him, flopping down onto her bed and rolling over so that her face was pressed into her pillow. She heard the sound of Will's boots clunk across the floorboards and then the door shutting with a resounding click behind him.

XXX

"She just left?" LaFontaine asked. Laura had asked them to come over to study for midterms, but their studying had yet to start.

Laura nodded, staring down blankly at her textbook. "Yeah, I mean, I looked up and she was putting her clothes on."

"And you just left Danny at the club?" LaF asked as they flipped through their notebook.

Laura huffed, "She and I had a fight, I went out to dinner with Carmilla, and she could've gone home after I left."

"But she didn't."

"I could only guess that she didn't." Laura said, highlighting a paragraph of text.

"No, Danny didn't come home. I would know because on my way back from Perry's last night, I saw her walking back onto campus."

Laura looked up, eyes wide. "She walked home?"

LaF shrugged, "I guess, the taxis were already off for the night so I could only assume so."

Laura felt her stomach sink to her feet, she felt horrible. She made Danny wait for her all that time; she could've just had Carmilla wait outside while she went back into The Black Cat to tell Danny to go home. She shook her head, what was she thinking? This was a perfect example of why Danny and she didn't work. If Danny knew her at all, she would've gone home right after she left with Carmilla. She would not feel guilty for doing what she wanted.

"You okay there, L?" LaFontaine asked skeptically. "I can smell the wood burning from here."

Laura looked back up at them, "Yeah, I'm fine. It's not my fault Danny waited for me and I refuse to feel guilty for spending the night how I wanted."

LaF nodded, completely agreeing. "I agree, just maybe don't go anywhere near the Summer Soc house, or anywhere that has work out equipment. I could hear Danny punching something from my room."

Laura rolled her eyes, nodding. "I won't, besides." She held up her phone. "I think I should text Carmilla." After typing out a quick text, she turned back to LaF, "Okay, now let's actually study."

XXX

Danny heaved out a heavy sigh as she wiped the sweat off of her brow with the bottom of her shirt. She had been hitting punching bags for the past couple of hours and had yet to let up.

She couldn't believe the night she had. First that bartender guy (who she totally wasn't attracted to) wasn't there, followed up by the owner's son calling her wolf which she still had yet to tell anyone outside of the society about, and finally Laura. Laura who she used to love (used?) had left her stranded at the club after purposefully nitpicking at all of her flaws and how she was the reason they broke up. And that dancer, Carmilla, the fucking hottest piece of ass in that club wanted her Laura, and not even in the ways she should have. Danny could tell just from the brief meeting she had with her that she was bad news. That she was going to use Laura, most likely hurt her, and she was supposed to just stand there and let it happen?

Danny shook her head, dropping her shirt so that it clung back onto her abs and swung once more at the fifth bag she had pulverized that morning.

There had just been something off about Carmilla, and the whole club to be exact. It smelled off. All of the dancers did.

She swung again at the bag, missing this time. Looking up she noticed a hand holding back the bag just out of her reach. Following the hand, and then the arm to the body of the person who was keeping her from exerting her anger, she froze. She had thought she had been alone in the weight room. She had been wrong.

"I couldn't help but see that you were killing all of the punching bags."

Danny continued to stare at the first person to actually come close to her height. Clearing her throat, she reached out, tugging the bag back into place and punched once more at it. "What's it to you?"

"Well I hate to see a hottie stress."

And all attraction was gone (at least anything other than physically). "Can I help you?" she asked, already getting worked up again.

He held out his hand, "I'm Kirsch."

Danny eyed his hand before ignoring it all together, refocusing on the bag and swinging again.

"Not gonna tell me what your name is?" Kirsch asked mirth clear in his voice.

Danny shook her head. "Why should I?" Another punch, each one getting harder than the last, the chain holding the bag to the ceiling was beginning to whine against the harshness of it.

He shrugged, "Well I just thought-"

Danny cut him off; she's dealt with guys like him before. "Well you thought wrong." He may have been hot, but if a guy just out right calls a random girl a hottie, then he clearly had no respect for one.

Kirsch watched the bag push out away from the redhead's fist, before swinging back so that Danny could hit it again, this time with an unexpected kick. He nodded appreciatively; the girl could hold her own. He began to grin, an idea popping into his head. He pulled the bag away from her again, hearing her huff loudly as she blew air up at the hair that had fallen out of her ponytail. "I have an idea."

"I am not going out with you." She said, glaring down at him, she still had an inch or two on him.

He shook his head, big goofy smile still plastered to his face. Danny wanted to smack it off.

"No, why don't we spar, and if I win I get to know your name." he said simply, rocking back and forth on his heels, clearly proud of the proposition.

Danny raised a brow, "That's it, just my name?"

Kirsch nodded, "Yup, and hey if you want to go out on that date, I won't be so quick to say no."

She shook her head, rolling her eyes once more before sticking out her hand. "Deal."

He slapped his hand into her clammy one, shaking it. "What do you want if you win?" He asked.

Danny was a little taken aback by him not just assuming that he'd win, after all he had been watching her punch a bag or two for a while (or so he implied). She thought for a minute, pursing her lips before saying, "If I win, I want to know why you weren't working last night."

Recognition flooded his eyes before he nodded, "Deal."

XXX

"Perry, I'm home." LaFontaine mimicked an old 1950s television show as they walked into their girlfriend's dorm room.

Perry was flitting around the room, organizing notes and notifications on her bulletin board. There was a sticky note for each phone call she had gotten or needed to make, emergency phone numbers for all the girls that lived on her floor, and finally all of the reservations she still had to make for the Silas formal at the end of the month.

"Hey, sweetie." She said in greeting as LaFontaine plopped themselves down on the only bed in the room (as floor don Perry had the luck of getting a room all to herself).

Crossing their legs, LaF watched as Perry played with the strands of curls that had untucked themselves from behind her ear.

"How's the planning coming along?" LaF asked.

Perry stopped fidgeting and turned to them, her smile genuine even if the rest of her was frazzled. LaFontaine thought she looked beautiful and told her so.

Perry blushed, moving closer to the bed and sitting beside LaF. "You always know just exactly what to say."

LaFontaine smiled, leaning closer so that their foreheads touched. "Well that's because you're my heart."

Perry took their hand in hers, interlocking fingers, "And you're my person."

LaF pressed a kiss to her lips. "So how's the planning?" They asked again after a moment.

Perry leaned back, staring down at their hands. "It's almost done. I still have to call the catering company."

"We can always just eat what's in the caf."

Perry made a face, "Not after last year, Mandy had started glowing after drinking that ale."

LaF chuckled, they got to dance with Perry and do some probing of the scientific nature. (A gnome had slipped come radiation fluid into the Summer Soc ale). Nothing funnier than a glowing wolf, LaFontaine thought. The whole Summer Society was full of werewolves, but Mandy swore LaF to secrecy after they found lupin venom in her system.

LaF could see Perry itching to call so they pulled their hand out of hers. "Go call them; I'll be here when you're done."

Perry's face slackened into one of relief or was that love? LaF was wondering if they were close to the same thing for her. They hoped so.

XXX

With a resounding slap, Kirsch hit the mat hard. "Wow, ouch!" He yelled as he stared up at the ceiling.

Danny stood over him, breathing heavily, her tank top sticking to her as she wiped the sweat off of her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Aren't gonna help me up?" He asked breathlessly.

Danny rolled her shoulders, feeling the ache in them burn. "You're a big boy, help yourself up."

Kirsch scoffed before rolling over to push himself up with his elbows. "You're harsh."

Danny shrugged, her eyes watching his every move as he straightened and then whimpered from the discomfort of his back muscles warring with him. She smirked, "You think you still have enough strength to pick up your pride?"

He chuckled, "Maybe, I don't know. But I do know that I owe you a story." He leaned back against the wall, away from the wrestling mats and waved her over.

Danny couldn't help but stare at where his biceps bulged beneath his sleeves, gulping when she saw him grin, leaning back against the wall, their pinkies nearly touching.

"So I wasn't at work yesterday because I was too busy blowing up chunks all across the bathroom floor."

Danny scrunched up her face in disgust, "Okay, gross."

Kirsch shrugged.

"Did you at least get some of it in the toilet?"

Kirsch laughed a good hard belly laugh, "Yeah, towards the end I did."

Danny nodded, "But wait, why did you get sick, like was it food poisoning or?" She stopped speaking, hoping he'd fill in the blank for her.

"I don't know, must've been something I picked up from a customer."

Neither one of them took notice to the small scratch he had on the inside of his bicep.

"Anyways, what were you doing at The Black Cat last night, did you come back to see me?" Kirsch asked after a minute. He surprisingly wasn't smiling for once, his face more serious.

Danny felt her neck flush, "You wish. My friend Laura wanted to see your club's prized possession again."

Kirsch's brow scrunched up for a moment, "The nachos? They're pretty easy to make. I can show your friend how to make them so she's not forking out ten bucks a plate."

Danny rolled her eyes at the idiotic concern, "No, your dancer Kitty."

Kirsch nodded, now making more sense of things before looking up at her. "Can I still know your name even if I didn't win?"

Danny smiled, "I guess you earned it."

"Earned it? I just let you kick my ass!"

"Let huh?" Danny rolled her eyes, typical man. Shaking her head she held out her hand, "Danny Lawrence."

Kirsch grinned, taking her hand in his, "Brody Kirsch."

XXX

Carmilla groaned at the sound of a text going off on her phone. Rolling over to grab it off of her night stand, and picking it up. She squinted at the screen since she had taken her contacts out.

Unkown: Had a great time last night. Repeat?

Cutie: I meant the dinner part!

Cutie: Although that other part was good too.

Carmilla: Are you trying to flirt with me?

Cutie: Should I be?

Carmilla smirked, feeling her stomach swoop down somewhere near her knees. She shook off the feeling and quickly typed up a reply.

Carmilla: I guess tongue wasn't enough last night if you're the one teasing.

Cutie: I forget, maybe you should jog my memory.

Carmilla's brow raised, was this girl serious?

Carmilla: I'm hurt you'd forget so soon.

Cutie: Maybe you didn't leave enough of an impression.

Carmilla growled, "I'll show you impression."

Carmilla: Got work tonight.

Cutie: I'm patient.

Cutie: Maybe I can have a sneak peak though?

Carmilla chewed on her bottom lip.

Carmilla: Are you asking for a Nudy Judy miss?

Cutie: Words are just fine…I am journalism major after all ;)

Carmilla: So you don't want a picture?

Cutie: Depends, what are you wearing?

Carmilla smirked, slipping out of her panties and shirt, tossing them over the side of the bed.

Carmilla: Nothing.

There was a pause in the conversation.

Carmilla: Everything okay over there, cutie?

Cutie: I just kicked LaF out of my room.

Carmilla: That's mean.

Cutie: You have no idea.

Carmilla shivered, shaking her head. No, she did not.