Carmilla stood to the right of William, waiting for Laura to finish speaking with her father. "Have fun with the Princess today?" William asked. Carmilla glared a bit but didn't answer. "Oh, you're gonna ignore me now?"

Yup, Carmilla thought as she stared forward. "Just a warning . . . the Princess is horrible in bed-" And with that, Carmilla had him pinned to the hallway wall in the blink of an eye. She clasped a hand tightly around his throat. "I should kill you right here," She snarled at him. The sound didn't sound human but rather cat-like. His eyes widened so wide that Carmilla thought they may pop out of their sockets. "Wa-wait! The King! He made me do it!"

"What?"

"I never wanted to marry Laura! The King came to me and asked me to take care of Laura. She was refusing to marry any of the Lords who offered to marry her. You know the King won't marry again so it became Laura's job to have an heir."

"You're lying!" She squeezed his throat. "I-it's true! I had to do it or he would've exiled me from the kingdom or worse! Charles please!" Carmilla stared at him with an angry glare. "Alright . . . I believe you." He sighed with relief. "But you've already caused Laura too much pain," Carmilla muttered before clawing her way into his chest cavity and gripping her claws around the vital organ that resided there. She squeezed, causing him to gasp out in pain. Slowly, she pulled her hand out, taking the organ out with it.

His body slumped onto the wall and slid down in a puddle of his own blood. The blood was gushing out of his chest at an alarming rate. Carmilla's eyes turned for the door, and with one swift kick, it was knocked down. There she saw Laura engulfed in her fathers arms, the sight only further enraged Carmilla. The king looked up and saw her standing there, with a human heart in her hand. He immediately let go of Laura and backed up, taking her with him. "What is this Charles?" He said with a demanding tone, that had undertones of fright in it.

"Is it true?" Carmilla asked with a twitch in her eye. The king furrowed his brows, "Is what true?" Carmilla sighed a heavy sigh, as if this conversation was boring her. "Did you command William to rape Laura?" She said, her tone deep and authoritative.

Laura stood behind her father, appalled at the sight before her. Who was this. . . this monster who looked like Carmilla? She looked behind Carmilla and saw legs and feet surrounded by blood, then she realized that it was William. She let out a terrified scream and pointed towards the body. The king ,too, looked, and when he saw William's body laying on the ground he looked up at Carmilla with fear in his eyes. "Why did you do this? How did you do it?" Carmilla snickered at him, "Wouldn't you like to know? Good old Papa Hollis, making men rape his daughter, and then making her marry the same man. Have you no heart?" She chuckled a bit at that, "Well. . . I guess you won't." She lunged forward, dropping Williams heart, and plunged her hand into the king's chest. Laura stood by, hand over her mouth, gawking at what she hopes is a nightmare. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her stomach. She clutched her baby bump and fell onto her knees. Blood rolled down her thighs, causing her to panic. No, no, no, no! She screamed in her mind. The knights ran into the throne room to see Carmilla standing there with her hand in the king's chest. One of the knights grabbed her arms and pulled her back. As he did this, Laura reached out and screamed, "No!" As Carmilla was pulled back, the king's' heart was pulled out. Laura let out another blood curdling screamed. "Papa!" She sobbed as she clutched her stomach. The skirt of her dress was stained red with the blood that had been running down her legs. Carmilla began to snap out of her rage. She noticed the heart in her hand and quickly dropped it onto the ground. "No, no, I'm so sorry Laura. I'm so sorry!" She tried to break away from the knights to comfort Laura, but they threw her down on the ground and pinned her down. "Can someone get Perry?! The Princess is bleeding!" One of the knights yelled and another one ran off to retrieve the handmaiden. "Princess Laura, shall we take this traitor to the gallows?" Another one asked. She looked at Carmilla, her eyes now red and puffy. Carmilla was shaking her head with tears in her eyes and begging for forgiveness. "Put him in the dungeon," Laura ordered. The knights nodded and lifted Carmilla back up. She seemed too ashamed to even fight the guards off. They dragged her out of the room, and Perry came running in shortly after. "My lady!" She shouted and helped her to her feet. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

Laura laid in her bed with her arms folded over her stomach. Perry's words kept ringing in her ears. Laura . . . the baby . . . it's gone. Laura's mouth twitched, and she tried to hold back her tears. "My lady . . . I brought you tea," Perry said softly as she sat the tea on the bedside table. Laura's eyes were staring at the chair that sat across the room. The chair that Carmilla always slept. "Perry," She spoke, her voice hoarse. "Yes, Princess Laura?"

"Please get rid of that chair," She said. Perry looked over at the chair, confused. "What's wrong with the chair?" Laura looked away from it, biting her lip. "Just please get rid of it," She commanded, her voice cracking. Perry nodded and carried the chair out of the room.

Days had passed since the death of the King and the knight William. She was going to have to speak before the people and tell them what had happened to their king. Laura would've prefered to have stayed in her room forever, but she was going to be queen soon. Little Laura was frightened at the thought that this large kingdom was now going to be hers. "Your majesty, the people are waiting," Perry said. Laura looked back at her and nodded.

She walked through the castle gates to see a crowd of people standing there, staring at her. She had several knights behind her, none of which had black armor. She didn't know what to tell them. That everything would be alright? That she knew what she was doing? All of them were lies, but she felt like her people couldn't handle the truth. She took in a deep, shaky breath. "People of Silas . . . a terrible tragedy has happened. My father . . . King Hollis . . . was killed." She could hear their roars of outrage. She knew they probably couldn't believe that someone would kill the king. "Who killed the king?!" Someone shouted. Then, there was silence again. They stared at her, waiting for an answer. "He was . . ." She looked around. Did she tell the truth? Did she lie?

"He was killed by William," She answered. She was returned with shocked gasps. "He came into the throne room . . . and stabbed my father through the chest. Charles ran into the room and . . ." Laura tried her best to keep it together. Be strong, Laura. They need you to be strong, She thought as she took a deep breath. "William stabbed Charles in the side, greatly injuring him. Charles managed to strike William, killing him."

"Where is Charles now?!" Another person yelled out. Laura's mouth opened but the words wouldn't come out. "He . . ." Her eyes became teary, causing her sight to become blurred. "He is . . . still recovering," She choked out.

Meanwhile in the dungeon Carmilla kneeled with her head hung low. She had stayed in this state for days, but it really wasn't like she had much of a choice. Her arms were shackled to chains that were suspended on the walls, on either side of her. Her arms were spread out, holding her body upright, and her legs were shackled to the ground, putting her in a kneeling position.

They didn't feed her, or give her water. Not that she needed it anyways, but they didn't know that, and the principle of it was still there. They wanted her to suffer, and quite frankly she wanted herself to suffer. What she did to Laura was unforgivable, and horrifying. She wanted to die and she knew at this rate, if she didn't feed, she would soon.

How could I hurt her like this? The girl I wanted to be wi- she stopped that thought. Wanted to be with, She thought. That was right. She wanted to be with Laura. She wanted to hold her close to her and to kiss her sweetly. She wanted to one day, perhaps, even look her in the eyes and say "I love you Laura". Now, that chance was completely gone. Laura probably hated her and would leave her here to rot. Laura might've thought she had spared her life by sending her to the dungeons, but little did she know that this prison would slowly be the end to her. If she could just see her one last time. "Carmilla?" She heard a soft voice say. Carmilla shot her head up, eyes wide. "Laura!" Laura stood in front of the bars of her cell, smiling. "Laura," She mumbled, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Laura, I'm so sorry. Please . . . please don't hate me," She begged. Suddenly, the smile vanished, and Laura's gaze was cold. "I will never forgive you," She muttered.

"No!" Carmilla shouted, waking from her dream. Beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks. Her throat felt dry. She needed to feed soon, or she'd slowly die.

It was late at night, probably passed midnight. It had been weeks since Laura had walked into the throne room where the brutal events had happened. Laura stood before the broken door to the room. She had a shawl tightly wrapped around her shoulders to keep her warm. She took in a deep breath and stepped into the room. Small patches of blood had stained the red rug that laid on the marble floors. Other than that, there wasn't much evidence of the murders. Laura looked down at the end of the room to see the empty throne. Her father should've been sitting there. Her father should be alive. Her shaky legs carried her forwards, leading her towards the throne. Once it was close enough to touch, she reached out and ran her fingers over the golden arm. "Papa," She whimpered and collapsed on her knees. She buried her face into the cushion that sat on the throne. "Papa, I don't know if I can carry on," She sobbed. "My lady?" She lifted her head up, and looked over her shoulder to see Perry. "Oh, Princess . ." She walked over to Laura and kneeled beside her. She stroked Laura's long, messy hair and cooed, "You'll be a great queen, my lady."

"It's not that!" Laura cried. Perry frowned. "Then what is it?"

"Th-they're gone. They're all gone." Perry rubbed her back. "You're strong, Laura. You'll push through it." She sniffled "Do you really believe that?" Perry nodded. "I do, my lady." Laura nodded and rose to her feet. Perry's right. I can't let my kingdom down, She thought. There was one thing she needed to do tonight.

Carmilla's body ached all over. Her throat was so dry that it was almost too dry for her to breathe. Her breathing had turned into wheezing. Just . . . one . . . drop of blood . . She thought. She stared up at the ceiling. She could barely keep her eyes open. As much as she wanted to close them and fall into sleep, she was too afraid she'd never wake up again. Not only that, but her hair had gotten much longer over the weeks. Usually she was able to cut it and keep it short. Now, it was to her shoulders and was a clumped up mess. Smudges of dirt covered her pale skin, making it look more like a dark brown. Maybe I should give up, Carmilla thought. She'll never come down here to see me. She hates me. Night after night, Carmilla had the same dream. She'd see Laura standing before her, glowing with happiness. Maybe that happiness was from the fact that Carmilla was going to die soon. Every single time Carmilla would cry and beg Laura to forgive her. It was all she wanted now, her dying wish. She just wanted to die knowing that Laura forgave her.

God, you're an idiot Carmilla! She'll never forgive you! Stop thinking such unrealistic things! Her eyelids were heavy. It was getting harder and harder to keep her eyes open. I just need to see her one last time! Please! She prayed. Her eyes finally shut and refused to open. Her head rolled forward, hanging, and she finally fell asleep again.

Laura woke up earlier than usual. It was still somewhat dark outside, the sky a dark blue. She crawled out of her bed and grabbed her shawl, wrapping it around her picked up her already lit oil lamp, tiptoed out of her room, and down the stairs. She made sure she made very little sound. She didn't want to wake up anyone. She walked down a long hallway until she approached a large wooden door. She remembered when she was a young girl, her father warned her about this door.

"Papa, what's in here?" Laura reached up at the iron hoop handle, but the King quickly pulled her away. "Don't go in there! It's full of dangerous people." Laura looked up at her father, confused. "Dangerous people? Why would you put dangerous people in the castle?" She asked her father. "Oh, don't worry, Laura. They're locked up. No one has ever been able to escape."

She opened up the door to reveal a long staircase descending into a dark room. She entered the dark room, letting the oil lamp light the way.

She reached the bottom of the stairs, and she finally got to see what was hidden in this room. There were rows of cells that were dimly lit with candles. She could hear the moans of prisoners calling out. "Please . . . I'm starving . ." One voice moaned. "Let me out! I can't take it anymore!" Another screamed out. The pained sounds made Laura frown. If these prisoners were turned into whimpering messes, what did they do to Carmilla? She walked down the hall, looking into each cell. Most of the prisoners just laid against the wall. Sometimes, Laura had to observe more closely to even be able to tell if they were still breathing. Then, she reached the last cell at the very end of the hall. It was the cell Carmilla was in. "Carmilla?" She asked, not even worrying about using her alias. The vampire slowly lifted up her head. She was almost unrecognizable to Laura. She looked . . . miserable.

"Laura . .?"

A/n:

Synucian: The plot is beginning! I hope you all are enjoying the story and hope you don't hate me too much.

A little note about Laura last chapter: Laura forgives her father because, well, what can she really do? Holding a grudge isn't going to do much good and really, in the end, it helps no one. I feel like it takes a lot for someone to forgive someone who did something horrible to them. Of course, Laura is not saying his actions were okay, she doesn't believe this at all. She even tells her father I may forgive you but what you did to me wasn't right. It's kind of like a forgive-but-never-forget thing. Forgiveness is a hard thing for us humans to do, and I feel like it adds a bit of strength to Laura's character, showing how she doesn't dwell in the past and is able to push forward through the hard times. I knew a lot of people were probably going to wonder why the hell Laura would say she forgive's her father. I also felt like the touching moment between her and her father would cause more tears after he was brutally killed.

The last part was my main goal. Just kidding. Or am I?

CarmillaIsLifee: I'm so sorry for the heartbreak.

tortaplz: I'm not lol