Danny actually pushed the door off its hinges when she entered their dorm room. Admittedly, this was no great feat considering the poor craftmanship (Laura's dad would have a fit at the lack of security when he came to visit), but Laura had to admit that Danny had made a real effort with the carefully carved and very pointy-looking stake in her hand. Currently, the tall ginger was waving it at a rudely awakened Carmilla, while Perry and LaFontaine looked on from the torn door frame..

Laura could have told Danny that it would be a bad idea to wake Carmilla up at... she fumbled for her cellphone... 4 pm. Laura wasn't too happy either, slowly sitting up in her bed and rubbing at her eyes..

"I will destroy you!"

"Shut up, Xena. I'm trying to sleep." Despite the bored tone of her voice, Carmilla was slowly backing up against the wall her bed stood against, blanket tangled in her legs and eyes on the weapon. Laura groaned and sat up, resting her head back against her own wall. Sunlight was filtering in through the cardboard Laura had used to cover the window, and it made her head hurt.

"Danny…"

"Your killing spree is over, vampire! Don't think your mom will save you now, because we are taking her on next!"

Carmilla's eyes were darkening. "Don't threaten me, Beansprout. You aren't exactly an innocent puppy yourself. Besides, I-"

"And just look what you did to Laura!" Danny waved the stick at Laura, who recoiled slightly.

"Hey, there is nothing wrong with me!"

Perry gingerly stepped in through the doorway and placed a hand on Danny's arm. Laura admired her courage. "Really, I don't think there is any need for this, Danny. The school codec clearly states that any… issues…" She glanced at Carmilla, who was now looking both bored and ready to pounce. "...arising should be handled by the board of administrators. I'm sure they will be able to help Laura as well."

Laura was starting to feel ignored. "I'm perfectly fine!"

"Yeah, and they've been so much help thus far! Three dead students last week, Perry. Just because you don't believe in vampires doesn't mean that people are not dying. There aren't even any wild bears around here!"

Laura groaned pitifully and looked towards LaFontaine for support, but her friend was not looking at her.

Perry took a deep breath. "Still, the best way-"

"It wasn't us." Carmilla's voice was quiet.

"Like hell it wasn't!" Danny's attack was quick and fierce, but Carmilla was ready, and the wall beside Laura shook as the much bigger woman was thrown across the room, then slumped on Laura's bed.

Carmilla moved with unnatural speed to stand over Danny's limp form. Her jaw was trembling, "It was somebody else, alright? I would never…"

"Um, Carmilla, I don't think she can hear you." LaFontaine grimaced as if regretting having said anything, and Perry went to stand very stiffly just in front of them.

"Was there anything else?" Carmilla ran her fingers through her hair, and Laura took a deep breath, trying not to stare at Carmilla's bare legs.

LaFontaine apparently decided to brave fate once more. "What do you mean, us?" They met Laura's eyes briefly, and Laura felt the sting of betrayal.

"My clan, Fountainhead. Do you really think we're stupid enough to kill people off on our own turf?" Apparently growing bored again, Carmilla went back to her bed and gestured towards Danny's unconscious form. "Be a doll and don't forget your murder princess on the way out."

Perry elbowed LaFontaine discreetly when it looked as if they were going to say more. In the end Laura, still drowsy from lack of sleep and with a growing headache, had to help them carry Danny to the campus medic. She grimaced when the stake, broken in two, was thrown out into the corridor behind them. Annoying.

For the first time in so long, everything was alright. Laura was comfortable, calm and warm. She even-

"Laura. Laura!"

She groaned and shook her head just slightly, nuzzling further into the warmth.

"You're on my neck, Laura."

Somebody, Carmilla, was pushing at her shoulders to make her let go, but stopped when Laura whimpered. She grew dimly aware that she was lying on top of her roommate, hands tangled in soft hair and mouth on a warm throat. She swallowed another mouthful. It just felt so nice.

A sigh, and Laura relaxed when arms encircled her waist to hug her closer instead of pushing her away. "You're hopeless, Sweetie."