A/n: Most of the time we use italics for thoughts, but in this chapter there is a flashback, that will hopefully clear up some things for you guys. So when you see a long amount of italics that will be flashback :)

CarmillaIsLifee: This chapter will be more Carmilla centric, for those of you who might have been wanting that!

Sunlight beamed through the window, shining in Carmilla's face. She squinted her eyes and let out a groan. Morning already? She looked over at Laura's bed to see it was empty. Up early again? She thought. Then she heard the sound of Laura vomiting. She rose out of her chair and slowly walked into the bathroom. "You alright there cupcake?" Laura threw up in the chamber pot before she could answer and let out a small whimper. "No . . . my stomach hurts."

"Your stomach hurts? Is that normal?" Again, Laura vomited. She clutched her stomach and let out another whimper. "I don't know . . . I've never been pregnant before."

"Oh, right," Carmilla replied. "Um . . . is there-"

"No, I'm f-" Her vomiting cut her off short. "I wanted to ask you if there was anything I could do." Laura wiped her mouth off. "Oh . . . Could you get Perry?" Carmilla nodded and walked out of the bathroom.

Carmilla strided down the stairs and walked into the kitchen to see Perry cutting up some potatoes. "Perry, Laura's throwing up again." Perry frowned a bit. "Oh, poor girl. Must be because of the baby." She put the knife down and wiped her hands off on her apron. "She also said her stomach was hurting really bad. Is that bad?"

"Stomach cramps are a normal thing. I'm sure she just needs some rest." She began to walk out of the kitchen "Oh! Could you do me a favor Charles?"

"Sure, what is it Perry?"

"Could you cut up those potatoes and put them in the soup?" She asked as she pointed to the cauldron. It was full of a dark brown broth and bits of carrots and cabbage floated around. "I could try to do that," Carmilla replied. Perry went off the Laura's room, leaving Carmilla with the task of cooking: a task she had never done before. As a vampire, cooking was not a necessity she needed to survive. Carmilla picked up the knife Perry was using and looked down at the ready-to-be-peeled potato. She picked it up and attempted to peel the skin off. Instead, a giant chunk of the potato flew off, startling Carmilla. "No, that's not right . . " She mumbled to herself as she tried again, shaving off another large portion of the starchy vegetable. After several attempts, all that was left was a deformed shape on the cutting board and about half of the potato was left. She gritted her teeth in annoyance. She was pretty sure potatoes weren't suppose to look like this after you peeled them. She began to dice the potato or what was left of it into small squares. Because she underestimated her strength, the knife ended up turning the potato squares into little piles of mush. "Fucking hell." Carmilla muttered, staring down at the mess she created. She decide to pour the mashed potatoes into the soup anyways, hoping no one would really notice. Perry walked back into the kitchen. "There, the Princess is in bed resting now. Thanks for-" Before she could find, the knight was already leaving the kitchen. "-for helping me," Perry finished. She walked over to the cauldron to see mushed up bits of potato floating to the top of the soup. "Guess this is what I get for letting a knight in the kitchen."

Carmilla headed back upstairs to check on the sick princess. She lightly knocked on the door before pushing it open. "Feeling any better cupcake?" She looked over at Laura, who was laying in bed with a wet rag on her forehead. She had her hands placed over her stomach as an attempt to make the cramps feel better. She nodded a little. "Yeah . . A little hungry. Perry said she's making soup."

Hope you liked mashed potatoes in your soup, Carmilla thought. "But I feel really gross now," Laura complained. She did smell bad, Carmilla admitted. "Want me to prepare a bath for you?" Laura nodded weakly and sat up in her bed. Carmilla headed into the bathroom, heated up the water, and poured it into the tub. She glanced back to see Laura standing in the doorway. "Bath's ready," Carmilla said to her. "Thanks, I can take it from-" Laura suddenly began to wobble and held her head as she used the door frame to hold herself up and Carmilla rushed over to help. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just . . . got a little dizzy." Carmilla helped Laura over to the tub. Her legs still seemed to be a little shaky. "Maybe I should help you," Carmilla suggested. Laura's cheeks turned pink, and she rapidly shook her head in protest. "I-I can do it myself."

"You can barely stand up. What if you pass out in the tub?"

"But . . . I'd have to get naked." Carmilla rolled her eyes. "Nothing I haven't seen before." This caused the blush on her cheeks to become a deeper shade of pink. "Yo-you've peaked at me?!"

Carmilla chuckled. "I'm teasing you Princess, but seriously, you can't bathe yourself in these conditions."

"Th-then I can ask Perry to help me!"

"And make me cook again? No thank you." Laura let out a sigh. "Fine . ."

Laura couldn't believe she was letting her do this. "Lift up your arms," Carmilla ordered, completely unphased by the fact that she was about to bathe her. Laura reluctantly lifted her arms up, so Carmilla could pull the chemise off with ease. Immediately, Laura tried to cover up as much as possible which caused Carmilla to smirk slightly. Carmilla helped Laura into the tub, and she sank into the warm water, letting out a small moan. "Mm . . that feels better," Laura murmured. "Glad I got the right temperature. Tilt your head back," Carmilla ordered as she sat down on a stool by the tub Laura obeyed her and tilted her head back. Carmilla filled up a bucket with warm water and poured it over Laura's long hair. This was actually pretty relaxing, Laura thought. Carmilla ran her fingers through her hair, trying to detangle the long strands. None of her handmaidens bathed her like this! "I'm not pulling to hard, am I?" Carmilla asked. "No, it's perfect . ." Laura replied almost sleepily. She closed her eyes as her knight washed her hair. Laura wanted to stay in this moment forever. It was shortly ended though with Carmilla asking her to sit up. She sat up and felt the rough texture of a towel rubbing against her back. The warm towel felt good against her skin. "Turn towards me." Laura opened her eyes. She . . . wanted her to . . . face her? "Do I have to?" Laura asked. "Yeah . .? It'll be easier for me to wash you off." Laura knew that Carmilla had already seen her naked, but it was only for a moment. Now she'd be looking at her for longer than just a moment. She slowly turned her body towards her, her knees pressed against her chest. Carmilla rolled her eyes at Laura. "Cupcake, your legs are in the way." Laura let out a whine. "I feel better now though. I can do the rest."

"Laura." Oh, god. She almost never used her real name. Laura slowly lowered her legs, revealing the rest of her body. Carmilla looked her over for a quick moment before rubbing the damp clothes against her chest. Her body tensed up, and she averted her eyes away from Carmilla. She knew her face was a deep red now. God, I wish that towel was her hand . . . Wait, no! Don't be a pervert-

"Laura!" Carmilla exclaimed as she pulled her hand away. "Wh-what is it?"

"You're bleeding!"

Carmilla launched off of the stool, wanting to get away as soon as possible. "Why are you bleeding?!" Carmilla asked, demanding an answer. "I-I don't know." Laura tried to stand up, but slipped back into the water due to being dizzy from lack of eating. "Help me up?" She asked. Carmilla was hesitant. The smell of blood was becoming stronger which caused her to suddenly become hungry. She didn't know what'd she do with herself if she ended up hurting Laura. Carmilla finally gave in, and approached the edge of the tub. There wasn't time to worry about Laura's clothes. She picked her up bridal style, which caused Laura to let out a squeak, and carried her to her bed. Carmilla notice a small drop of blood running down her leg. All she could focus on was the sound of Laura's beating heart and the sound of her blood pulsing through her veins. She placed Laura on the bed. "I-I'll go get Perry," She said as she ran out the room.

That was close, she thought as she hurried into the kitchen. "Perry!" She exclaimed. Perry jumped at her sudden yelling. "What is it, Charles?" Perry asked, concerned. "Laura's bleeding!" Her eyes widened and she rushed out of the kitchen to assist Laura.

Carmilla decided to wait out in the garden as the handmaidens tended to Laura. Normally I would've been glad to sink my fangs into a pretty girl. Why was I so scared to feed from Laura then? She asked herself as she sat underneath a shady tree. She leaned her head back, resting it against the trunk of the tree. I seem to have become attached to the little human. She thought as she closed her eyes. She began to think about the day the king requested for her to come to the castle.

Two months ago:

Carmilla strided into the tavern, grasping the head of a man in one of her hands. She placed it on one of the tables as she took a seat. Everyone was staring at her with wide eyes. She had guts, that's for sure. A busty tavern wench slowly approached her. She was obviously afraid of the Black Knight. "What can I get for ye?"

"Get me a mug of ale," Carmilla ordered. The tavern wench scurried off to fetch the knight her drink. "You must think yer some great knight, huh?" An older man scoffed at her. "That's the problem with ye young knights. Damn cocky fucks," He muttered. Carmilla just smirked and replied, "I'm sorry, did you say something?" The man jumped out of his seat and pointed his sword at Carmilla. "Stand on yer foot, boy. I bet I could gut you like a pig." Carmilla looked up at the sword's blade. The tavern grew silent as they watched the two of them. "Get up already!" Carmilla was growing tired of the man. She rose up from her seat. "Get yer sword."

"I don't need it," Carmilla growled, and she grabbed the man's dark greying hair and slammed his face into the table. The impact immediately knocked him out, and there was a loud cracking noise. She was sure she had broken his nose and maybe knocked out a few teeth. The whole tavern seemed to wince at the sound that was made. The tavern wench was trembling as she slowly inched towards the table to place the mug down with a shaky hand. Carmilla picked up the mug, chugged down the ale, and placed a shiny gold coin on the table. "Sorry about the mess," She muttered and walked out of the tavern.

News about her spread fast like wildfire because as she walked through the town, a group of knights stopped her. She was sure they wanted to challenge her, but then they said, "King Hollis has requested for you to come to the castle." She raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

"He wants you to work for him." Carmilla shrugged them off. "I work alone. Tell the King I decline." She pushed past them. "He promises a hefty payment." Carmilla stopped in her tracks. "Hefty payment . . . you say?"

The knights escorted Carmilla into the throne room. King Hollis looked nothing like she expected. His brow seemed to be permanently furrowed, and he had small bits of grey in his hair. He also had a scruffy beard. "You," He spoke in a booming voice. "What do they call you?"

"Charles, your highness," She replied, bowing slightly to the King. "I've heard much about you, Charles. You gave that tavern quite the performance."

"Your highness, the man pulled his sword at me-"

"I'll forgive your violent bout if you agree to working for me. You see, I have a lovely daughter, who needs someone to protect her." Carmilla raised her eyebrow at the request. "Don't you already have knights for that?"

"Yes, but I want the best. I'm sure you could understand that." She didn't really since she'd never had children, but she just nodded in agreement. "You seem to be quite skilled with not only a sword but your hands as well." Carmilla held back a chuckle and nodded. "I would say I am, yes."

"So, how about it Charles?" Carmilla seemed to be thinking. "What do I get out of this?"

"Well, you get to live in the castle, gold, and I don't arrest you for bringing the head of a man into a tavern." She still seemed to be thinking about it. "I'll serve you and your daughter, your highness."

Carmilla slowly opened her eyes, waking up from her nap. "Hm . ." She rubbed her eyes and rose to her feet. Then she remembered Laura. She wanted to check on her, but she feared if she smelled any blood, she'd do something she would regret. Hesitantly, she stepped up the stairs and approached the room. She took in a deep breath to see if the smell of blood was still lingering, but there wasn't any sign of it. However, there was the scent of another person that didn't belong to Laura or Perry. She quickly opened the door to see William sitting on the edge of the bed. Carmilla could hear Laura's heart beating rapidly as if she was scared. She was tense and it looked like she was trying to disappear into the mattress. She stepped towards him and said, "Is everything alright?" She gave William a cold stare as if to tell him to get out. "Yes, I was just checking on Laura."

"You should probably let Laura sleep now. She needs her rest." William stared at her for a long moment as if he was trying to decide whether he wanted to refuse or leave. He finally got off of the bed and left the room.

Carmilla heard Laura let out a sigh of relief and her posture became relaxed. "How are you doing Princess?" Laura looked down at her hands in her lap. "I'm just shaken up I guess." Carmilla focused her hearing on Laura's stomach, and was relieved to hear two heartbeats still. She moved over to the bed and sat on the very edge, as to not further upset Laura. She nodded, mainly to herself, but Laura saw it. "Thank you." Carmilla furrowed her brows and looked up to Laura. "For what?"

"For taking better care of me than anyone else." Carmilla regarded Laura but didn't say anything. She lifted her hand and placed in on Laura's blanketed knee for a moment, then moved to get up.

"Wait, please stay here. . . with me." Carmilla looked down at Laura for a moment, trying to read her.

"Okay." she said lowly. She effortlessly moved Laura over in the bed, and got in, sitting on top of the blankets. At first they sat there a bit awkwardly, then Carmilla lifted her arm. Laura took the hint and happily laid her head down on Carmilla's shoulder, sighing contently when Carmilla's arm wrapped around her shoulders. "Did Perry know what was wrong?" Laura nodded a bit. "She said it happens sometimes and not to worry." Carmilla nodded. Laura's stomach let out a loud growl that caused her to blush. "Hungry, cupcake?"

"Yeah, I haven't gotten to eat the soup Perry brought me." Carmilla looked over at the bedside table to see a full bowl of the vegetable soup. She picked up the bowl, feeling the warmth of the soup through it. "Here, I can feed you." Laura blinked in confusion. "Feed me . .? I can do that myself-"

"I insist." Laura sighed, giving in. Carmilla scooped up a spoonful of soup. "Open wide~," Carmilla sang, causing Laura to glare at her. "Stop making it weird." She chuckled. "Sorry, cupcake. Seriously though, open." Laura opened her mouth a bit, letting Carmilla feed her some soup. She scooped up another spoonful that was full of the mashed up potatoes. "What happened to the potatoes? They aren't diced."

"I dunno. Guess Perry messed up the potatoes this time." She fed her the spoonful of soup. "Still tastes good," Laura replied. Well, at least I didn't fuck up the taste.

2A/n:

CarmillaIsLifee: Hey guys! Big shout out to Syn for again working on most of this chapter! Of course I helped ;D

Synucian: My face hurts. I hope I scared you guys. Did I? No? Okay.

tortaplz: I didn't even contribute, yet here I am. (She's the editor -CarmillaIsLifee)