All characters go to their respective owners, as does the song and its lyrics. I do not own Carmilla nor any of the characters.. sadly. Nor do I own the song used in this fic. I do, however, own the writing and the ideas for the story!
A Fan-fic by LostLove2015
A/N: Sorry if my posting isn't at a regular pace at point guys. I have school plus a job to worry about, so when I have time I try to write. I love you guys though for giving this fic a shot, it means a lot (:
"Bittersweet"
Laura's father frustrates her to no end. Ever since he arrived at Silas to get his daughter, nothing seemed to be going on as planned and Laura didn't seem to be getting any better. Instead of being gentle and comforting as a parent should, Mark Hollis has been lecturing his daughter on how life works and why she shouldn't be acting the way she is. Laura can only sit in silence and take in his words. She doesn't dare go against him, choosing to play it safe and only respond when necessary with the appropriate "Yes, sir" or "No, sir."
She didn't expect this. She didn't expect the cold and bitter way her father was snapping out at her, nor was she ready for the anger and malice behind his graying eyes. Something inside of him was different, changed it would seem, and Laura did not like it one bit. It was absolutely terrifying. Where was the man that had held her closely every night after her mother's passing when she wouldn't stop crying?
Was she slowly losing everyone she loved? No. She wasn't going to let that happen.
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They finally get the last of Laura's things in the SUV and it is a souring feeling. LaFontaine and Perry stand awkwardly off to the side awaiting Laura and her 'good-bye's', while Laura herself is killing time to avoid having to leave. She lingers back behind her father as they walk toward the van and allows her eyes to take in Silas University one last time, and remembers the better times to the best of her ability.
Laura sees the first day she steps foot onto the campus; her first real experience of human interaction without her father there to stop any of the evils that walked the earth. She was finally out on her own without the constant shadow of her father following her every move, and it felt amazing.
She sees the day she bumped into LaFontaine on her way to the science building. She had over slept past her alarm and was now racing to get to her Freshman biology course. Flying down the walk-way she failed to notice another body en-route, and as realization struck her it was too late. The both of them ended up on the ground in a pile of tangled limbs, but thankfully neither sustained any injury. That was the day the klutz and the science geek became best of friends.
Laura smells the cookies that Perry was baking the first night she arrived; the ones that brought her from her dorm to the don's in a dazed like state. The smell and taste of the cooking brought upon the feeling of familiarity and home, and allowed her body to be put at ease.
She remembers Carmilla, and is rushed with every memory and thought and sense of the beautiful girl. It feels as if she has been hit by a bus with the way her breath escapes her and how much weight now rests upon her chest.
Carmilla. She can't leave Carmilla. She can't leave her home, nor can she leave the people that made this place feel like her home. What would happen to LaF and Perry? What would become of Danny and Kirsch? What if Carmilla finally decided to come home...? So many questions filled her brain, but they all went without answer.
"Come on Laura, it's time to get on the road so we can make it back home in time for supper," Mark Hollis yells, breaking Laura out of her thoughts.
Everything in her vision begins to shake and blur, and Laura has no clue as to what is happening to her body. She falls to the ground, and smacks her head on the stone walk-way. Her vision begins to fuzz around the edges before everything goes completely black, and Laura falls unconscious.
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To become entrapped in one's mind is a horrifying experience.
To have to relive every memory and moment of the girl you've come to love and rely on like the air you breathe, is what drains the very being, the soul and the fight you have left within your fragile body.
Every thing you've become, every thing you will ever be, it all revolves around a singular notion.
To love and be loved.
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"Laura.."
She shifts and grunts in response, rolling over on her side.
"Laura.. Laura..."
She lets out a sigh and moves her body to try and escape the sound.
"Laura... Laura... Laura!"
She shoots up from her spot on the ground. "Carmilla!"