Laura's alarm rang from the other side of the room. The blonde opened one eye before realizing there was a certain vampire sleeping on her arm. Her eyes grew wide in realization that they both probably fell asleep and grumpy vampire is probably not gonna be happy knowing that they slept in one bed because of reasons.

Shit.

The alarm was still going and as tiny Carmilla was, she was rather heavy for her size. Laura wiggled her way out as carefully as she could, not wanting to face the wrath of centuries old vampire. The brunette grunted and grumbled but as Laura rolled out of her bed, she realized with relief that Carmilla had remained asleep. As she moved away she couldn't help but wonder exactly what centuries old vampire dream of. What was that nightmare about? But Laura had no time to wonder. She had a class to get to. ...and a perfect being not to hate.

As Laura finished up, there was a very light, very faint knock on the door. For a second she wasn't even sure if she heard it at all. Grabbing her book bag, she gingerly opened the door only to find Elizabeth with two cups in her hand and not a hair out of place. Great.

"Hi," the other girl said sheepishly in a whisper. "I didn't want to disturb your roommate just in case she was still sleeping but I also wanted to walk with you to class and give you this hot chocolate."

A figure stirred in the background and Elizabeth gasped. "I'm so sorry." Her mouth formed an apologetic smile, although the person she was apologizing to have probably went back sleeping.

"Don't worry about her," Laura dismissed the vampire and closed the door.

Elizabeth was gonna open her mouth again but instead nodded and handed Laura her cup. "I got you the one you ordered from the cafe the other day. I felt bad that you had to be forced to hang out with me and bring me around. I just wanted to make up for it." Laura simply nodded her thanks and wondered how early she has to wake up to get to look like that and have time to buy hot chocolate and come back.

"Thanks, it's not much of a chore, really." Laura kinda half-lied. It wasn't a chore but she doesn't exactly want to do it.

"Are you sure? I know I can be a handful at times." She looked down, feeling like a child and Laura immediately felt bad. There was nothing to hate about her. She just hated feeling that Elizabeth was so effortlessly perfect.

"Trust me, if you knew my roommate, you'd know what a handful was. You're practically an angel in comparison to her."

At this, Elizabeth smiled widely. She looked like a girl who would have a lot of friends. When the duo hit the outside world, they both stopped and smelled the air. It was getting a lot colder and the ground was beginning to swallow up the leaves that has fallen.

"Snow's coming," they said in unison and then looked at each other. Laughter broke from their lips and Laura began to see her in a new light. She let her doubts take her and she had no idea why. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad making friends who don't know what lurks inside the Silas Campus.

The sun sets earlier now as winter comes closer and yet, her roommate is yet to be home. Carmilla looked about through their window to see if she could catch a glimpse of a certain blonde to do avail. She double checked her phone. There were no text messages. She didn't want to be possessive, just careful. She knows her mother would make her move anytime now and it wasn't exactly the best time for Laura to be floundering around alone in the dark. Look where that got her the last time she didn't listen to her father. Now she's some centuries old vampire who pretends to be a college student.

"Ugh," she grunted in resignation and grabbed her leather jacket. She didn't know where she would start looking, but better be proactive than just waiting.

Having not found a single sign of Laura everywhere she resigned herself to the highest roof in the whole university; the Theater Arts building. She doesn't exactly have eagle eyes vision, but she can recognize Laura's movements and mannerisms.

She inhaled deeply, taking in the cold night air as it filled her dead, barren lungs. Every year this season comes, and every year she is reminded of the one person who was purer than freshly fallen snow. Carmilla looked up at the stars, painfully reminiscing about the love she had lost.

As if on cue, she recognized Laura's short figure waving good bye to an individual at the steps of the very building she sat atop of. She did not see the other person, but she heard Laura's laughter as she walked away.

Something dark began to swell in Carmilla's bosom. Was it Danny that made her smile like that? That doesn't make any sense. She took a few deep breaths and calmed herself. She had no business harboring these feelings for Laura. She already told herself before that these never go anywhere good. She's already lost her world once, she could not risk losing another.

Carmilla's eyes followed Laura's figure until she reached the dorms. She watched the light in their room turn on. She sighed with relief. Minutes ticked by and Carmilla stayed to where she was, deep in her thoughts. You see, when you have no definite lifetime, time to you is of little importance. Then slowly, a soft music began playing in the piano.

Carmilla recognized the tune. It was from one of the most popular ballets in France. A bitter laugh escaped her throat followed by a soft sob. How fucking ironic that fate plays with her life that. Giselle was a story of an aristocrat haunted by ghosts and is freed from it by his lover. It was also Elle's last performance on stage. She sighed once more, looking up this time, as if talking to a being from above.

"What a twisted sense of humor you have there." Shaking her head, she smiled bitterly and listened until the rest of the music finished.