"Because Hell, Hell is for children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell, hell is for children
And you shouldn't have to pay for your love
With your bones and your flesh
It's all so confusing, this brutal abusing
They blacken your eyes, and then apologize
Be daddy's good girl, and don't tell mommy a thing
Be a good little boy, and you'll get a new toy
Tell grandma you fell off the swing."
-'Hell is Children' by Pat Benatar
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Laura clambered off of her bed and over to the door, ready to investigate the incessant banging on her door. Quickly opening the door, she came face to face with the last person she expected to be seeing that day. "I thought you had to work?"
Carmilla looked at her like she hadn't eaten in days, when technically it hadn't even been 24 hours since she had last been between her legs. Entering the room and pushing Laura so that she could shut and lock it behind her, Carmilla quickly pulled off her coat and shoes. "You really think after that picture you sent me that I would just wait until I was off of work?"
Laura feigned confusion, "What picture? I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about."
Carmilla nearly growled, beginning her prowl towards the human in front of her. Laura had put clothes back on in case someone were to come stumbling by her room and needed her attention for something, but Carmilla still had that photo on her phone. Could still remember how it looked when Laura had her bottom lip tucked between her teeth and her hand down her panties, a patch of skin with visible goose bumps from the temperature change after pulling her shirt up. The big V-neck that clearly didn't fit her that ended mid-thigh, her sleep shorts barely visible beneath it. Laura did put clothes on, but nothing too modest (much to Carmilla's pleasure).
Laura found herself backing up towards the desk, the small of her back pressing into the desk's edge, her breath coming quick in anticipation.
"God, you are such a precious thing, so delicate." Carmilla husked, pushing a piece of Laura's hair behind her ear. She leaned in, a hand ghosting down her arm, fingers closing around her wrist and pulling it behind her back to grip onto the desk. "You tense up at just the smallest touch."
Laura shivered, taking Carmilla's note to hold on to the desk as the darker girl made quick work of pulling the string of her sleep shorts loose and letting them pool around her ankles. Laura kicked her feet out of them before Carmilla gripped one of her legs, pulling it up to wrap around her waist.
"I don't have much time, I shouldn't even be here." Carmilla said, her lips tracing the side of Laura's jaw, up to her ear and biting down on the lobe, tugging it slightly before releasing it, smirking at the sound of the shorter girl's gasp.
"Then why are you here?" Laura asked, trying to look into the woman's eyes.
Carmilla ignored her seeking gaze and instead smoothed her hand down the front of her shirt, fingertips grazing the elastic of her underwear before dipping down beneath them. "You're so wet, why are you so wet, cutie?"
Laura gulped, sucking in a shaky breath at the sudden touch.
Carmilla tsked at the lack of a response, dragging her fingers through the wetness before settling on her clit, making small tight circles around it. "Did you think that if you sent a picture you'd get me to come over here?" She moved down further, pressing into her entrance, eliciting a moan from Laura. "Does it get you off at the fact that it did, that I'm here right now fucking you?"
Laura wrapped an arm around Carmilla's neck, nails digging into the fabric encasing her shoulders. "Carmilla, please."
The vampire smirked, "Please what, cutie?"
Laura dug her nails in a little deeper, causing Carmilla to hiss, pressing her hips sharply into her hand, pushing her fingers in harder. Laura threw her head back, her eyes clenched shut. Carmilla looked up now that she was no longer being stared at. "Was that it? You want me to be rough?" She wasn't used to this, girls normally wanted her to touch them softly, like she loved them and she pretended to. She specifically saved her roughness, her monster for other times, to someone that deserved it, someone that asked for it.
Laura didn't answer her, instead pushing down onto Carmilla's hand, hoping that she would get the message, less talking, more fucking.
Carmilla raised a brow, she didn't have enough time to draw this out, to tease her until she was shaking so she obliged, curling her fingers inside of her and stroking at her walls.
Laura's breath hitched, letting Carmilla know that it wasn't going to take much more to push her off the edge that she had built her up on, moving her thumb up to circle her clit while still thrusting into her at an increasing pace.
Carmilla wrapped her other arm around Laura's waist supporting her weight just as she cried out, digging her nails in and tugging on her shirt, the other one nearly splintering the desk's edge. Carmilla slowly stroked her until her breathing evened out, pulling her fingers out slowly before sucking them into her mouth, Laura staring at her lips. She couldn't help but think Carmilla had yet to kiss her, but when she leaned in to change that, Carmilla pulled away in search of her shoes that she had kicked off.
Laura raised a brow, self-consciously pulling her shorts back up and fixing her disheveled hair. "Where are you going?"
"Like I said earlier, cupcake, I got work." Carmilla said, pulling on her jacket and nearing the door, looking back at her with one hand on the door. "I'll text you later."
Laura watched her leave, still in a daze, but a more irritated one. She still had yet to touch Carmilla in all the ways she had touched her.
XXX
"Where's Elle?" Carmilla asked immediately on returning to mother's.
Will was lounging on the setae by the window. "Beauty Queen is still up in her room, after 79 years and the bitch still has no sense of time."
Carmilla ignored him, heading up the stairs at an alarming speed, reaching the all too familiar blonde's door and opening it.
"Well, didn't expect to see you any time soon." Elle said, sitting at her vanity as she applied blush to her cheeks. She looked up at Carmilla in the mirror, cocking her head to the side as she sniffed the air, "At least not in these circumstances." She was smiling a smile Carmilla hated. It wasn't the one she used to be all too fond of, no, this one was dirty, conniving, and everything she had once thought she could never turn into. Her mother had told her otherwise, but just like she says, 'Mircalla likes to be young and naïve with her head in the clouds; just like the day she died'.
Carmilla threw off her jacket, her shoes and pants followed before she removed the rest of her clothing, all while Elle watched with a knowing look in her eye. She slowly eased out of her chair, making her way over to the impatient vampire. "So what was it this time Mar?" Carmilla was going by Marcilla when they had met, the nickname sticking like an old habit that failed to ever die out completely.
Elle inched her way closer, "Was it that human you've grown rather fond of? I hear from William that you've gotten pretty chummy, and so soon, it just might be a new record." Carmilla growled, pulling Elle in by the back of her neck, their lips a breath apart as she ground out, "Just fuck me."
Elle chuckled, running a finger over Carmilla's cheekbone, scratching lightly down her face and neck, landing in the dip of her collarbone. An all too familiar predatory trick that she had taught her, one she had used on Laura just a mere hour ago. Carmilla shivered, clenching her teeth in aggravation at being weak. Her mother had always been right about her; she was and always had been naïve. She gripped Elle's hand, shoving it down where she needed it most. Elle ran a finger along her wet slit, smirking when it elicited a quiet moan from the older girl.
"Wow, she really left you a molten mess hasn't she? You really might want to look into letting them please you too, saves you from all of the mortification of coming here." She pressed into her roughly, causing Carmilla to slam her head back into the door. "Although, they say it is hard to teach an old dog new tricks. You hate yourself so much; this is like a punishment, just the briefest moments of weakness causes you to fall back into old comforts. I wonder what mother would think, that is if she didn't already suspect her daughter of such foolishness."
Carmilla dug her nails into the nape of Elle's neck, drawing blood. "I fucking hate you."
Elle thrust into her faster, quicker. "Oh I know you do Mar, and believe me if I haven't told you enough, I could easily keep reminding you of how much the feeling is mutual."
Carmilla closed her eyes, burning the back of her eyelids with unshed tears. Vampires didn't cry, it showed weakness, and she had already shown enough that day for a lifetime. That didn't mean she wouldn't do it again all too soon, she was made for disappointment. Her mother had once told her that she was capable of so much, but lacked any sense of bravery to go through with them. On one of the worst nights, she had even called Carmilla a spineless blood sucker that lacked any potential after her mistake. It was one she wouldn't be forgetting any time soon. Almost eighty years later and she still couldn't wipe away the memory of what it looked like to have mother look at you with complete and utter disdain. She had been a disgrace then, and she was merely falling back into old ways, like following footprints in the snow so not to get your pants wet.
Elle pulled her out of her reverie with a quick orgasm that left her skin itchy and her nerves frayed at the ends.
Carmilla pushed her off of her, picking up her clothes as Elle watched her, laughing. "Some things just never change do they Marcilla?"
Carmilla ignored her, retreating to her room where she quickly locked herself in her bathroom, attempting to wash away all of her mistakes from the last 317 years.
Turning the water onto the highest possible temperature before stumbling beneath it, feeling the water burn into her skin, watching as third degree burns appeared, turning into second, to first, to none. She deserved this, at least this much. She was pathetic. When she had first been turned she was mother's prized child, she did everything she was asked of, killed without thinking, drank without the urge for forgiveness, and she still did most of those things, but 1936 changed all of that. In 1936 she fell in love. In 1936 she betrayed her mother. And in 1936, Carmilla made one of the biggest mistakes she had yet to make and would always regret.