A/n: Synucian: For those who aren't familiar with how pregnancy works, it is possible for women to spot bleed during their pregnancies. Most of the time light or spot bleeding is harmless. Some women can actually get their periods during their pregnancy or the hormones that control the menstrual cycle can causes spot bleeding. This is why no miscarriage happened. Hopefully anyone who was confused about this now understands.
CarmillaIsLifee: I'm not one to stand on a soapbox and preach, but one thing I will say is that comments referring to Laura's baby as a "thing that needs to die" is NOT okay. People who are born, a product of rape are NOT "things". That baby will be a person, just like anyone else. It does not matter how they were made, it matters what they will do with their lives. -drops mic-
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The next day Carmilla woke up to hear shuffling. Before she opened her eyes she took into account that she was on the mattress of Laura's bed still, having fell asleep there the night before. There was a sheet draped over her, which was different considering she never needed a blanket, and she slept in a chair. Her back was nonetheless thankful. She cracked one eye open slightly to see Laura's naked form standing by the window. The sunlight beamed down on Laura, causing her skin to glow. Carmilla squeezed her eyes shut, and immediately felt her cock begin to throb. Fuckin' hell, She thought. Even with her eyes closed though, she could still see the image of Laura standing there naked. She heard Laura close the bathroom door and waited to hear Laura slip into the bath, that she had apparently prepared herself. She got up and tried some unnecessary breathing exercises to calm herself down.
A few minutes later she heard water sloshing out of the tub, a sure sign that Laura was done bathing. Carmilla looked down at her trousers with wide eyes, as she still had a very visible bulge. As Laura opened the door, and began to step out Carmilla quickly grabbed a throw pillow and held it in front of her groin. Laura thankfully had already dressed herself in the bathroom. When she looked up and saw Carmilla standing there awkwardly with the pillow, she rose a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
Carmilla frowned and looked down, then around the room. She shuffled over to the side of the bed, using that as a cover, and began to turn down the bed. "I was just uh- trying to make the room look nice for you." She said with a nervous chuckle. Laura was skeptical, so she walked towards Carmilla, who promptly turned around and faced the wall, her nose pressed against it.
"Carmilla, what on Earth are you doing?" She put her hand on Carmilla's shoulder, and felt the knight tense beneath her touch. "Laura can we not do this right now?"
"You used my name! There must be something going on, tell me?" Carmilla shook her head and remained silent, so Laura being small like she was, tried to squeeze herself between Carmilla and the wall. It was proving to be a bit difficult seeing as she was now starting to show, and Carmilla had herself pressed firmly against the wall. Laura huffed and stepped back, "You're acting like a child!" Carmilla groaned, "Trust me cupcake this is not a child's manor."
"Then what is it?" Laura said exasperated. Carmilla sighed deeply, turning around. Laura smiled and said, "Now that wasn't so hard now was it?" She onced over Carmilla and her eyes practically bugged out of her head when she saw Carmilla's erection trying to escape from her trousers, right where her.. OH MY. "Carmilla!" The knight winced at the shout that came from Laura. "I can't help it! Sometimes in the morning it just happens!" Laura quickly moved away from her, face burning a bright red. "Just . . . take care of it!" Laura ordered as she fled from the room.
Carmilla walked out of the room a few moments later. Laura was standing by the top of the stairs waiting for her. There was an awkward silence between them. "Um . . . I have a thing to attend later today," Laura said, her blush still remaining. "I'll be going with William instead." Carmilla furrowed her brow. "What? Why?"
"Father says it'd be good for the public to see me and William together. He fears that rumors may start if they never see us together."
"Oh, right," Carmilla replied. It seemed something else was on her mind as well. "Something wrong, cupcake?" She asked. "I was uh . . . just wondering . . . what's it like having a . . . you know," Laura mumbled, always whispering. "A cock?" Carmilla asked. The word caused Laura's face to turn completely red. "Do-don't use that word!"
"What's wrong with the word cock?" Carmilla asked, truly not understanding why the princess was acting so flustered about it. "Just answer the question."
"It's . . . easier to take a piss?" Laura sighed as if she was disappointed in the answer she was given. "Let's just go eat breakfast."
Later that night Carmilla was helping Laura into the carriage, when William came up behind her, clearing his throat. "I can take it from here Charles." Carmilla and Laura shared a look that once again had Carmilla wondering why do I care for this human so?
Earlier that day she had boiled it down to just sexual attraction. She had sat across the long breakfast table from Laura, and she was finding it hard to keep her eyes.. eye level if you will.
Carmilla stepped back from the carriage with a huff. "She's all yours," she said in her low voice, dismissively. William smirked at that, "Yes, she is, and it would do you well to remember that." From within the carriage Laura frowned, "William."
"Yes my dear?" He said with a sickenly sweet smile.
"Come, we're going to be late." At that William got into the carriage, and Carmilla slammed it behind him. God he irritates me Carmilla thought as she stomped back into the castle. She was walking back to the kitchen, because she had no where else to be, when a thought occurred to her. She let out a small noise of excitement before she changed course, and headed to the ball room. She opened the large doors and stepped in, admiring the beauty of the room, as she made her way to the patio doors.
She opened the double doors and took a whiff of the fresh air, letting it settle into her lungs. She might not need to breath, but there was no harm in occasionally enjoying simple things like crisp night air. She looked around her, checking for any lurkers before she took off with vampire speed towards the pond that she knew to be in the middle of the Royal Gardens.
Once she got there she disrobed and let herself transition to her cat form. The first thing she noticed was the dirt beneath her large paws, and how it vibrated with life. There was sounds of wildlife in the forest just beyond the gardens, a few miles away, that she could still hear. Her tail swished from side to side, happy to be free for the first time in a long time. Carmilla doesn't often get to let her cat come out, but when she did, she took full advantage of it. She took a few large steps backwards, then ran forward and leapt into the pond. Whoever said cats disliked water had never met Carmilla. She could swim in water for hours, completely content. She waded around for a while before she crept onto the shore line, and shook herself dry. There was a small flower patch to the side, she could see it with her nocturnal vision. She decided that would be a great place to take a moonlit cat nap.
Meanwhile at the party that Laura, William, and the king were attending, Laura was bored to the point of spacing out. William was at her side, and she reluctantly had her arm linked with his. She was carrying on conversation with a Duke and his wife, while William stood there dumbly. He wasn't intelligent by any means of the word, and that meant he had nothing to bring to the conversation at hand. They were talking about the kingdom's treasury, and how it was filled to the brim. "My father is excellent at negotiating with our importers and farmers. He gets a fair price, for a fair amount of goods." Laura smiled, though still was bored. The Duke could only nod before a man somewhere in the room blew a horn and announced dinner. Laura smiled at the Duke and pulled on William's arm, seeing as the man had spaced out and was staring at a wall. She rolled her eyes in annoyance, Carmilla would have known what to say.
Once they had sat down to eat, Laura in the middle of her Father and William, some musicians had come into the dining hall and began to play a soft tone, while they ate. "King Hollis, your daughter is simply glowing! How far along are you Princess Laura?" Laura sat her fork down next to her plate and smiled at the kind lady across from her. She didn't recognize her but she knew she must be either wealthy or important. "About 2 months, I still a little surprised by it all," She said with a genuine smile. The thought of giving birth to the baby did scare her, but she was excited nonetheless. "Well you look amazing darling, and I doubt you'll look as terrible as I did when I was pregnant." She said with a knowing smile.
From then the dinner conversation became very political, and Laura couldn't care less. She wouldn't need to care until it was her at the head of the table, in her father's place. By the time the 4th course of food was served Laura was feeling the need for some air. She excused herself from the table and made her way to the terrace, thankful to be away from the noise for a moment. There was something about tonight though, that she couldn't put her finger on.
She went back into the dining hall, and was about to take her seat, when suddenly a waiter from behind her grabbed her. He had his arm around her neck, and was holding a gold candlestick in his hand. "No one move!" He shouted. There was a collective gasp around the room, and one of her father's guards stood up quickly. The man behind her, shifted them to face the guard. "I said don't move!" He held his arm tighter around Laura's neck, causing her to start to losing her breath. King Hollis spoke up, facing backward in his chair "What is it that you want?" The waiter grinned wickedly and cackled, "I want the princess dead." Laura found in within herself to look down at William for help. Instead of a grown man though, she saw a childlike man cowering in fear. Internally she rolled her eyes, my hero.
Suddenly, as quickly as the waiter came, he rose the candlestick and brought the base of it down onto Laura's head, knocking her out.
The king's men seized the man, and the king himself caught Laura. He glared down at William, and shouted, "What are you doing William?! I put you in charge of her tonight! Not to mention your wife! Why did you do nothing?" He asked, nodding towards the man that his men were carrying off. William didn't even have the decency to look ashamed. How could he? He had raped this woman, married her against her will. He was nothing, so he acted as such. So he shrugged, shocking the king. "We will have a discussion when we are back at the castle, understood?" He whispered over the shouting and panic of the dinner guests.
Carmilla woke to the sound of the carriage pulling up several miles away, but she decided that she could stay here a while longer. William had the princess, tonight was her night off. She was just nodding off again when she heard shouting. She couldn't make out the words at first, but when she heard the king shouting, "How could you let Laura get hurt and do nothing at all?!" Carmilla's ears perked, and a low growl fell from her throat. She got up, and shifted to her human form, picking up her clothes and slipping them on as quickly as possible. She ran at vampire speed towards the front of the castle, then when she was in view of the humans she slowed down to a normal human pace. "What happened?" She called as she got closer. The smell of blood, possibly dried, hit her senses. She recognized it as the smell of Laura's blood, but her worry outweighed her hunger. Laura was conscious, but barely. She looked up with foggy eyes and saw Carmilla and instinctively stepped from her father's arms, towards Carmilla. She didn't have the strength to take another step though, and began to collapse, but Carmilla caught her. She saw the dried blood on Laura's head, and a purple bruise surrounding it. Anger filler her body quickly, and she looked up to the king, then William. The king was glaring at William as he raised a finger to point at him. "A man attacked my daughter, and this boy couldn't get off his ass to defend her!" William protested, "I was frightened just like everyone else!" Carmilla was seething, then she heard a small groan come from Laura. She looked down at her, and saw that Laura was barely conscious. Carmilla scooped her up bridal style and addressed one of the king's men, "I will get the princess to her room, fetch Perry and fill her in on what's going on. Have her bring a cup of water to the princesses room, and a needle and thread."
Carmilla carefully carried Laura up the stairs. She occasionally glanced down at Laura's face, feeling pangs of intense worry. She got Laura to her room, and kicked the door open, before quickly laying the princess on her bed. "Carmilla . ." Laura groaned. "Shh, keep quiet." Perry hurried into the room with the cup of water and the materials she asked for. "Here are the things you requested, Charles." She sat them on the bedside table. "Could you get me a bottle of rum and a rag as well?" Perry nodded and quickly left to retrieve the items. "Where am I . .?" Laura asked, finally coming back to reality. "Back at the castle. What's the last thing you remember?" Carmilla asked. Her face was emotionless like a statue. "Um . . . there was this waiter . . . he grabbed me and then everything went black," She explained as she reached up to rub her sore head. "Here's the rum, Charles," Perry said as she entered the room. She left the bottle of rum on the end table along with a small glass. Then she pulled a rag out of her apron. Carmilla took the cloth and poured a bit of rum onto it. She carefully dabbed the wet cloth against Laura's wound, causing her to wince in pain. "Ow! Some warning would be nice," Laura grumbled. Carmilla chuckled a bit. "Sorry princess," she murmured and gently dabbed the rum onto the wound. "Now, I need to sew up the gash. It's gonna hurt quite a bit, princess," She told her. Laura nodded. Carmilla threaded the needle and pierced it through the skin on Laura's forehead. Laura gritted her teeth and clawed at her sheets. "I know, I know." Carmilla ran a finger down Laura's cheek soothingly. "You know what might make things easier?" Carmilla grabbed the rum bottle and poured some into the glass Perry had brought into the room. "Drink this." She said holding the glass up to Laura's lips, while using her other hand to hold the princesses head up. Laura drank it, then proceeded to cough a few times because of how strong the liquid was. Carmilla put the glass down, then rested Laura's head back onto her pillow. "Alright this might hurt a little less now." She began stitching up the wound, and got less and less complaints from Laura as the alcohol sat in her system. When she was done she grabbed the rag on a dry end and dipped it into the water Perry had brought, then lightly ran it across Laura's forehead, cleaning any blood that was still there. She softly ran her fingers over the bruise that was left there, and she felt Laura wince. When she looked down she saw Laura staring intensely at her, and Carmilla couldn't help but stare back. "Thank you." Laura said softly, not taking her eyes off of Carmilla's. Carmilla was beginning to feel nervous, though she didn't know why. Laura raised her hand and brought it to rest on Carmilla's neck, pulling her face ever so slightly closer. Carmilla then realized where this was going, and after that mornings events flashed before her eyes, she pulled away suddenly. She began cleaning up the mess on the nightstand. She took the supplies downstairs and handed them to Perry.
"What happened to her?" Perry asked, whipping the counter off. Carmilla shook her head, "I have only bits of what happened. Aparently a waiter grabbed her, then she said everything went black. The king blames William for not defending her." Carmilla said with bite in her tone. Perry just shook her head, "Someone needs to talk some sense into that boy. He's changed since he married the princess, he used to be a really sweet kid." Carmilla remained indifferent, she couldn't bring herself to sympathize with him, not knowing the things he's done to Laura. Carmilla decided then, that this was enough. She abruptly left the kitchen, leaving Perry mid-sentence about something that Carmilla couldn't care less about. She only had one thing on her mind.
She was going to have a little chat with William.