A/N: So the Gay Women Channel is doing a kickstarter, "Almost Adults Feature", which can be seen as project 220469991. They are a really talented team and it would be wonderful if you could donate as little as $15 USD.
A/N #2: So for a donation of $400, they will make a chapter or two of a fan fiction into a short film?! That's just over 27 backers at $15 each if we crowdfund it! So feel free to donate and suggest that chapters 3-6 of 50 Flavors of Creampuff be one of the fanfics turned into a short film. *wink* kickstarter projects/ 220469991/ almost-adults-feature
A/N #3: Issues with 50 Shades: Finding a glider at the last minute, irresponsibly burning through money, never seeming to work, didn't i already mention stalking/following her there?
Carmilla stands just outside of a steel-barred cage, wearing her leather pants and nothing else. She's staring at me. Her breasts are pristine and she has a private-joke smile etched on that stunning face and her eyes are molten silver. In her hands she holds a plate of gingerbread girls.
She saunters with predatory grace to the front of the cage, gazing intently at me. Holding up a gingerbread cookie, she extends her hand through the bars.
"Eat," she says, her tongue caressing the front of her palate as she enunciates the 't'.
I try and move toward her, but I'm tethered, held back by some unseen force around my wrist, restraining me. I look and see the bracelet she gave me has me leashed inside the cage.
"Come, eat," she says, smiling her delicious crooked smile.
I pull and pull... but the chains hold me tight as I struggle to get closer to her. I try to scream and shout, but no sound emerges. I am mute. She stretches a little further, and the gingerbread girl is at my lips. The girl-shaped cookie has a horrified look on her face, red icing spilling from her neck and I realize that I don't want this. I don't want this at all.
"Eat, Laura." Her mouth forms my name, lingering sensually on each syllable. I shake my head in fear, torn between backing away from the gingerbread and wanting to be closer to Carmilla.
"CARMILLA!"
We both turn in fear towards the voice. Carmilla was on her knees like a broken doll, as if a marionette cut all of the strings at once.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't play with her! You don't know where she's been!"
It's Mrs Robinson. The room is dark, so I can't see her, but I know it's her from Carmilla's reaction. I hear her coming closer and I can't help but notice how utterly scared my girlfriend is as she seems to be cowering from her.
I hear the crack of a whip, and Carmilla is laying flat on the ground, gingerbread girls flying through the air. There were so many of them. A few more cracks of the whip and all of the girls were reduced to crumbs.
"So you think you can play at being me now, Carmilla?!" Another crack of the whip, and blood flew through the air. Carmilla's blood.
"I'm nothing like you!"
"You think she can love a spoiled thing like you?"
"Laura does love me!"
Hands grab Carmilla by the hair, sharply pulling her to her feet.
"There will be nothing left of you to love when I'm done with you!"
"Stop! No!" I scream uselessly.
The woman throws Carmilla across the room, and she's strapped to one of those X-shaped crosses, and Mrs. Robinson rips the leather pants off of her.
I scream and fight the chain at my wrist, unsure how I'd even get out of this cage to save her.
I hear the meaty thumps as Carmilla is getting hit, then smell the acrid scent of flesh burning as she howls in pain. There is a pool of blood beneath her now as the sounds begin to change.
"Come on, baby. Come for mama."
I am confused as the sounds of pain sound more like pleasure to me now.
Carmilla isn't suffering anymore as I realize she's kissing her.
Mrs Robinson's hands are all over Carmilla's body, cupping one breast as the other works fingers inside her slit. Between the gasps of pain and pleasure, I can hear the squelching sounds as Mrs. Robinson's hands bring a twisted kind of pleasure to Carmilla.
No. I cringe away from the grotesque lovemaking they do as I try to look away but can't as I hear Carmilla scream her release as I see her body covered in blood and bruises. There is a broken gingerbread cookie on the ground, her face wide in shock as her mouth moves sluggishly, red icing flowing from where her neck should be.
"Run, Sixteen. Run."
I bolt awake, panting as I realize that I was having a nightmare. No more gingerbread cookies for me.
I glance down at my phone and frown. There's a missed call from a number I don't recognize. I call them straight back.
"Hello?" I answer breathlessly as I hear them pick up?
"Laura Hollis?"
"Yes."
"It's Elsie Morgan from channel 3."
"Oh - hi."
"I'm calling to offer you the job of assistant to Mr. James Stevenson. We'd like you to start on Monday."
"Wow. That's great. Thank you!"
"You know the salary details?"
"Yes. Yes... that's - I mean, I accept your offer. I'd love to come and work for you."
"Excellent. We'll see you Monday at 8:30 a.m.?"
"See you then. Goodbye. And thank you."
I look at my phone and realize that I probably won't - at least shouldn't - go back to sleep. I decide to go to Carmilla's place and browse through my closet there for some work clothes for my first week. I'll go shopping after my first paycheck and increase my wardrobe and return all this.
As I get there, I use the code to get in and see Perry and LaFontaine having breakfast together, looking almost cozy together.
"Hey, it's just me." I call out as the pair of them move away from each other to a more platonic distance.
"Oh, Laura, hey." LaFontaine replied, taking an extra-long gulp of orange juice. Perry fidgeted before she got up, clearing away her own plate before looking for something else to do.
"I'm just here to raid the closet for some workplace-appropriate outfits before I get my first paycheck. I'll be out of your hair shortly."
Perry shook her head, denial etched on her face. "Oh, you weren't interrupting anything, feel free to hang out if you want."
LaF shook their head. "Don't worry about it, Perr. I've got to get back to my lab and look over some blood samples..."
I felt bad for breaking the two of them up from having a tender moment together. It then hit me that there should have been someone else here as well. "Perry, where's Kirsch?"
"Carmilla sent him to get his concealed handgun license this weekend. Apparently it was a stipulation from his predecessor that the new security also be armed at all times."
I nodded and made my way to 'my' bedroom. It still seems odd to think that I have my own bedroom here. I make my way into the closet and pull various things out, including shoes to match, and I think I'm good for the first week as my phone rings. It's Carmilla.
"Hey Cutie." she says before I can say anything.
"Hi," I murmur shyly.
"I am returning ahead of schedule because of the expensive fuck-up that happened and I need some quality de-stressing time. Would you do me a favor?" She sounds pretty businesslike. Wait, does that mean she wants... me?
"Are you asking for a sexual favor?" I add 'I hope' mentally.
Carmilla laughs on the other end.
"That wasn't my intention, but I don't think I'll turn such an offer down, sweetness. Can you pick me up at the airport?" She sounds really stressed. Maybe even angry. But I know it's not my fault, whatever it is.
"Well, sure. When do you think you'll land?"
"I'm flying standby and sitting in coach, so within three hours. I don't know the flight number but it's the only direct flight from New York, if that helps." she says.
"I can figure it out on my end. You have luggage?"
"Just my carry-on. Don't worry, cupcake, this isn't my first rodeo. So your car's trunk is more than enough room. Okay, the flight attendant is giving me the stink-eye, so I had better hang up." and with those words, my Carmilla is back briefly. Then she hangs up.
Three hours later and I have Carmilla all picked up from the Airport. I considered dressing up like a chauffeur with a sign that says "Karnstein", but decide against it. She gives me a quick peck on the lips as I start the vehicle.
"So, where to?" I ask, surprised at how comfortable she makes herself in her leather pants, ankle boots, and plaid shirt.
"Go south on the main highway once we're out of here, hold on..." She hooks her phone up to the aux line and types in an address before switching it over to her music player.
"Choose a playlist, I just want to not be a CEO for half an hour... ugh." Carmilla has that secret smile again. "Thank you for picking me up, though."
Carmilla Karnstein's music, this should be interesting. I scroll through the touch screen, and find Emilie Autumn. I press play. The first song that comes up seems interesting to say the least, and Carmilla turns the volume down slighlty. Maybe it's too early for this, as I hear a music box skipping and growing louder before it changes to synthesizers and vocalizations.
"Gothic Lolita, huh?" Carmilla grins.
"I don't know this song." I smile innocently.
How old are you?
I'm older than you'll ever be
I've been dead a thousand years
And lived only two or three
I don't mind telling you
My life was ended by your hand
The kind of murder where nobody dies
But I don't suppose you'd understand
(Call off the search, we've found her)
She turns the music down a little more, and mentally I am hugging myself because I know her favorite violinist.
"I didn't put that song on my playlist," she says with concern, baring her teeth slightly.
"Well I want to hear it, you can pick the next song." I say as I pull out of the parking garage.
If I am Lolita
Then you are a criminal
And you should be killed
By an army of little girls
The law won't arrest you
The world won't detest you
You never did anything
Any man wouldn't do
I'm Gothic Lolita
And you are a criminal
I'm not even legal
I'm just a dead little girl
But ruffles and laces
And candy sweet faces
Directed your furtive hand
I perfectly understand
So it's my fault?
No, Gothic Lolita
Okay, this song is kind of creepy now. If she didn't put this song on here, then who did?
This song was added for a reason, and the lyrics seem really accusatory.
Thank you, kind sirs
You made me what I am today
A bundle of broken nerves
A mouthful of words
I'm still afraid to say
I don't mind telling you
Now that I'm old enough to love
I couldn't begin to
Even if my pretty life depended on it
And funny thing, it does
(Call off the search, we've found her)
"Carmilla, who put this on your playlist?" I ask, the lyrics really starting to creep me out.
She turns down the volume as the refrain repeats. "I thought you wanted to hear the song." She said bitterly.
I shake my head. "No, this is kind of weird. Can you just skip it?"
I am your sugar
I am your cream
I am your anti American dream
Carmilla nods and moves onto the next song. I see it is called "Misery Loves Company", and she frowns at that as well, pulling up a different playlist altogether. Blood on the Dance Floor. "Call me Master". Who? I stare out of the window, my stomach churning. It was a message to Carmilla.
"It was Sarah-Jane," she answers my unspoken thoughts. How does she do that?
"Sarah-Jane?"
"An ex, she must have put it on my playlist."
An ex... ex-submissive.
One of the fifteen?" I ask. She sighs in frustration.
"Yes."
"What happened to her?"
In my periphery, I see her shrug. "We... finished."
"Why?"
"She uh - she wanted more." Her voice is low, introspective even, and she leaves the sentence hanging between us, ending it with that powerful little word again.
"And you didn't?" I ask before I can employ my brain to mouth filter. Shit, do I want to know?
She shakes her head.
"I've never wanted more, until I met you."
I gasp, reeling. Isn't this what I want? She wants more. It's not just me.
"What happened to the other fourteen?" I ask.
"You want a list? Divorced, beheaded, died?"
"You're not Henry VIII."
"No, I'm not. I never could pull off pantaloons. Well, in no particular order, I've only had long term relationships with four women, apart from Lilita."
"Lilita?"
"Mrs. Robinson to you." She half smiles her secret private joke smile.
Lilita!? The evil one has a name and its all-foreign sounding. A vision of a glorious, pale-skinned vampish woman with raven hair and ruby-red lips comes to mind, and I know that she's beautiful. And my nightmare comes back to my mind.
"So, what happened to the four?" I ask to distract myself.
"So inquisitive, so eager for information, Miss Hollis," she scolds playfully.
"Oh, and you want to know when I cycle because?"
"Cupcake - you know we can sync up."
"So the other four, what happened?" I ask.
"One met someone else. The other three wanted - more. I wasn't in the market for more then."
"And the others?" I press.
She glances at me briefly and just shakes her head.
"Just didn't work out. Our styles conflicted; one was super Christian and expected me to join her in weekly bible study, another wanted me to fire my housekeeper and bodyguard so she could be my everything. It was suffocating. The third detested receiving or giving oral sex."
Whoa, a bucket-load of information to process. I glance in the side mirror of the car, and I notice the soft swell of pink and aquamarine in the sky behind. Dawn is following us.
"Where are we headed?" I ask, perplexed, gazing out at the highway. We're heading south, that's all I know.
"Someplace familiar."
"If I wind up in the middle of nowhere and hear banjos playing..." I joke.
She laughs.
"No, Laura, we're going to indulge in my second favorite pastime."
"Second?" I frown at her.
"You've experienced the first."
I glance at her glorious profile, frowning, racking my brain.
"Indulging in you, Miss Hollis, that's got to be top of my list. Any way I can get you."
"I know that, but what's number two?" I mutter, blushing.
"You'll figure it out soon enough."
As soon as I'm off the highway, I realize where we are going. The big cat sanctuary.
"Did you need to call and see if we could be let in, or have you donated enough money that you have your own key to the place?" I ask, and Carmilla winces at that.
"Actually, Sharon doesn't know I'm a Millionaire. I've donated some money, but I wanted to be seen as an equal. I've never shown up here in a suit for that reason, so she sees me like any other twentysomething who works a basic 9 to 5." Millionaire. She's a Millionaire with an M.
"And she's going to just let you show up randomly on a Sunday?" I ask as we pull into the place.
Carmilla shrugs. "She knows this is where I come to escape from stress and doesn't ask questions, unlike some people." She arches an eyebrow at me.
"Okay, your secret is safe with me." I reply as I cut the engine and we get out. "Think we can play with Babut?"
"We'll see."
When we get inside, I see that Sharon has been playing with Babut using the laser pointer.
"Hey Sharon! Is it okay if my girlfriend and I come visit for a bit?" Carmilla calls out.
"Carmilla! Laura, is it?" I nod to her. "Babut tore up yet another soccer ball so I decided to wear him out with this."
Carmilla nodded at that. "Want me to try and scrounge up a refrigerator box for them to play in?"
"That would be great, Carmilla! So what brings you two here?"
"Work." Carmilla shrugged, "I wanted to get away from it, asked if Laura wanted to join me." Carmilla smiled as she sniffed the air. "Big Mama smells us, by the way. Let's go say hi. Remember to look confident and like a bad-ass, okay Laura? Don't look like prey to the cats."
We make our way over to the lioness and she's chuffing at the chain-link fence.
"Yeah, I told you she's my friend." Is she really talking to her?
The lioness turned her head towards me and tried to sniff me, so I reached forward and put my left hand out in front of the fence.
"Hi." I said, watching the cat and bat charm jingle against the bracelet. The lioness seemed to notice it as she turned to rub her face against the fence.
"People don't have your sense of smell, they are visual." Carmilla said, sitting down on the ground. The lioness turned and tried to lick Carmilla.
"I'm clean, big mama. That's just airplane... oh you won't understand."
"Carmilla, are you actually talking to the lion?" I ask.
"What? I speak cat." Carmilla said, paraphrasing The Doctor. I smiled and shook my head at that.
When we begin to leave, she reaches out to me and I put my hand in hers. "Thanks for picking me up and bringing me out here. It means a lot to me." Carmilla pulls me in and holds me flush against her body. Suddenly her hand is in my hair, tugging it so my head tips back, and her other hand travels down to the base of my spine. She kisses me, long, hard, and passionately, her tongue in my mouth.
My hands twist in her hair, anchoring her to me. Wow. She takes my breath away. She breaks away and gazes down at me, her eyes now dark and luminous in the early morning light, full of raw sensuality. My stomach decides to growl loudly and I frown as Carmilla looks like she's ready to scowl at me.
"Sounds like we need lunch."
"I kind of skipped breakfast." I confessed, expecting to see her upset.
"I did too, let so get some."
Back in the car, as we head back north on the highway, she programs the nearest diner.
"I like that you called me your girlfriend," I murmur.
"Isn't that what you are?" She raises an eyebrow.
"Am I? I thought you wanted a submissive."
"So did I, cupcake, and I do. But I'm willing to compromise."
She's coming round, and hope surges through me, leaving me breathless.
"I'm very happy that you want more," I whisper.
"We aim to please, Miss Hollis." She smirks as we pull into the International House of Pancakes.
"IHOP." I grin back at her. I don't believe it. Who would have thought... Carmilla Karnstein at IHOP.
It's the afternoon, so it's quiet in the restaurant. It smells of sweet batter, fried food, and disinfectant. Hmm... not such an enticing aroma. Carmilla leads me to a booth.
"I would never have pictured you here," I say as we slide into a booth.
"College. Coffee. Study groups. The old friend I met up with? He's an investment banker now, we met up at an IHOP."
Oh, I want to run my hands through that hair. I pick up a menu and examine it. I realize I'm starving.
"I know what I want," she breathes, her voice low and husky.
I glance up at her, and she's staring at me in that way that tightens all the muscles in my belly and takes my breath away, her eyes dark and smoldering. I gaze at her, my blood singing in my veins answering her call.
"I want what you want," I whisper.
She inhales sharply.
"Here?" she asks suggestively, raising an eyebrow at me, smiling wickedly, her teeth trapping the tip of her tongue.
Sex in an IHOP? Her expression changes, growing darker. I try to shrug off my reaction to her.
"I want to date you, Carmilla, not just be your booty call. We can't always be like this."
She blinks at that, stunned speechless. Our waitress show up, with a polite smile on her face.
"Hi, My name's Leanne, What can I get for you... um, ladies... er... today?" Her voice trails off, stumbling over her words as she gets an eye full of Carmilla, looking absolutely gorgeous opposite me. She flushes scarlet, and a small ounce of sympathy for her bubbles unwelcome into my consciousness because she still does that to me. Her presence allows me to escape briefly from her sensual glare.
"Sweetness?" she prompts me, ignoring her, and I don't think anyone could stand up to the double whammy of her seduction eyes and her suggestive voice.
I swallow, praying that I don't go the same color as poor Leanne.
"Go ahead and order first." I keep my voice soft, low, and she looks at me hungrily.
Leanne looks from me to her and back again. She's practically the same color as her dyed red hair.
"Shall I give you two another minute to decide?"
"No. I know what we want." Carmilla's mouth twitches with a small smile.
"We'll have two portions of the original buttermilk pancakes with maple syrup and bacon on the side, two glasses of orange juice, one black coffee with skim milk, and one English breakfast tea, if you have it," says Carmilla, not taking her eyes off me. I nod, letting the waitress know that she ordered for me as well.
"Thank you. Will that be all?" Leanne whispers, looking anywhere but at the two of us. We both turn to stare at her, and she flushes crimson again and scuttles away.
"You know it's really not fair." I glance down at the Formica tabletop, tracing a pattern in it with my index finger, trying to sound nonchalant.
"What's not fair?"
"How you can disarm people. Women. Me."
"Do I disarm you?"
I snort.
"All the time."
"It's just looks and confidence, sweetness," she says mildly.
"No, Carmilla, it's much more than that."
Her brow creases.
"You disarm me totally, though. Your innocence. It cuts through... all the crap."
"Is that why you've changed your mind?"
"Changed my mind?"
"Yes - about ... err... us?"
"I don't think I've changed my mind per se. We just need to re-define our parameters, establish our boundaries, if you will. We can make this work, I'm sure. I want you submissive in my playroom. I will punish you if you digress from the rules. Other than that... well, I think it's all up for discussion. Those are my requirements, Miss Hollis. What say you to that?"
"So I get to sleep with you? In your bed?"
"You really want to do that?" She asked, surprised. "After you've seen me topless?"
"Yes."
"Okay then. Besides, I read that people do better when they sleep alongside someone else in bed." Her brow creases as her voice fades.
"I was frightened you'd leave me if I didn't agree to all of it," I whisper.
"I'm not going anywhere, cupcake. Besides... " She trails off, and after some thought, she adds. "Communication and compromise is the only way this is going to work."
"I love that you want more," I murmur shyly.
"I know."
"How do you know?"
"Trust me. I just do." She smirks at me. She's hiding something. What?
At that moment, Leanne arrives with breakfast and our conversation ceases. My stomach rumbles, reminding me how ravenous I am. Carmilla watches with annoying approval as I devour everything on my plate.
"Can I treat you?" I ask Carmilla.
"Treat me how?"
"Pay for this meal."
Carmilla snorts.
"I don't think so." she scoffs.
"Please. I want to."
She frowns at me.
"Are you trying to completely undermine me?"
"Laura, I appreciate the thought, I do."
"You just lost a lot of money, so let me cover the tab here."
"This is probably the only place that I'll be able to afford to pay."
"Okay, you have a point there."
I smile at my victory.
"What's wrong, Carmilla?"
She huffs.
"I wasn't entirely accurate earlier. I'm not a Millionaire. Not anymore."
"You're a Billionaire?"
Carmilla scoffs at that. "Oh hell no. If I had concentrated that much wealth, there's no way the rest of the economy would benefit. I've played monopoly; I saw how bad it could get for the people going bankrupt when the bank itself runs out of money because a few people are hoarding it all. Hell, I used to be there."
"What is it then?"
"That mistake you heard about... it just cost me a lot. I'm no longer technically a Millionaire, and probably won't be for the rest of the year. I diversified my investments so I'll be fine, I've got money invested in free trade chocolate and coffee, as well as investments in land where the best coffee growing regions will be in the next 5 years due to climate change. It's ghoulish, I know, but better me so I can bleed the profits into fighting climate change."
"Exactly how much do you make?"
"On average, around two grand an hour through my various investments. It looks like a lot, but I also pay employees and invest in my projects that will hopefully pan out. This last one though didn't."
"And that's why you wanted to see the cats."
Carmilla nodded. "They put things into perspective for me. The Natural Order; protect your Pride, make sure the cubs get fed, teach them to fend for themselves."
I looked at Carmilla and right then, I could imagine her bringing home a massive antelope in her jaws for Perry to butcher and make into dinner. She definitely is a type of predator, isn't she? I knew she wasn't the bad kind of predator, either. Leanne leaves the check for us as we finish our food and I pay the bill, watching Carmilla wince slightly at that.
"How was your flight?" I ask mildly on the drive back to her place. She seems so much calmer now, her apprehension gone, now that we've both eaten.
"Fine, thank you," she murmurs distractedly. "Been awhile since I have flown coach, good to remind myself to appreciate the luxuries in life."
I smile shyly at her. "I have some news," I add nervously.
"Oh?"
"I have a job."
She stills, then smiles at me, her eyes warm and soft.
"Congratulations. Now will you tell me where?" she teases.
"You don't know?"
She shakes her head, frowning slightly. "Why would I know?"
"With your resources, I thought you might have... " I trail off as her face falls.
"Laura, I wouldn't dream of interfering with your career, well, unless you ask me to, of course." She looks wounded.
"So you have no idea?"
"No. I recall asking you because I was looking to invest in one and I didn't want to make it look like I was planting my girlfriend in there as recon before a takeover."
"Oh." I didn't know that she was thinking of going into the media business. "Channel three news."
"Oh, fuck me." She shakes her head slightly. "When do you start?"
"Monday."
"Well, I wish you well in your new job. The news that I became a major backer there isn't official yet, so please don't say anything."
When we get back to her place, I pull the smart car into a parking space and kill the engine, ready to get out. Carmilla's eyes flash to me in question.
"Do you want to come in?" She asks.
I had to think about that for a moment before I shook my head no. I have work in the morning. Why do I want to spend every single minute with this controlling sex goddess?
I press the button to unlock the trunk for her as she unbuckled herself.
"Thank you... for the more. And for the impromptu date."
"My pleasure, cupcake." She leans in and kisses me, and I melt as our lips touch. Time seems to stretch forever and I feel a little punch-drunk from the kissing.
"I'll uh.. I'll see you later." I stammer as she's already out of the car with her luggage in hand.
"I look forward to it." She whispers.
She waves goodbye as I drive back to my dorm room.
I think about Carmilla as I drive home, and for some reason my ridiculous grin refuses to subside. It keeps creeping across my face after that kiss we shared. There seems to be tidal shift in Carmilla's attitude. She denies it, but she admits she's trying for more. What could have changed?
What does Carmilla know of love? After what I heard her say about Lilita, it seems as though she didn't get the unconditional love she should have during her very early years. In retrospect, I understand why she warned me off. Carmilla thinks I deserve the best of everything, and she doesn't know if she can love me in any other way than the way she has experienced it with Mrs. Robinson. I frown. It's true, and in a moment of startling clarity, I see it. It's very simple: I want her love. I need Carmilla Karnstein to love me.
This is why I am so concerned about our relationship - because on some basic, fundamental level, I recognize within me the deep-seated compulsion to be loved and cherished by her. By Carmilla. And I don't want to just be her on-demand fuckbuddy 'girlfriend', but her actual girlfriend.
And because of her so-called fifty flavors of being fucked up - I am holding myself back. The BDSM is a distraction from the real issue. The sex is amazing, she's wealthy, she's beautiful, but this is all meaningless without her love, and the real problem I have is that I don't know if she's capable of love. She doesn't even love herself.
I close my eyes, imagining her pain, and I can't begin to comprehend it. I recall her self-loathing; hating what she looked like and Mrs. Robinson's 'love' being the only form she found acceptable. I couldn't help but recall my dream where she was punished - whipped, beaten, bled, burned - she felt like that was all she deserved. Why does she feel like that? How can she feel like that? I shuddered as I recalled hearing Carmilla orgasm from that torture. Because that is what it was - torture.
Does she want to do all that to me? Is she hoping that eventually I'll be number sixteen so that I will have to suffer all that just to be with her? I look at my phone, and see that it's not even six PM.
Fortune favors the bold, Hollis, I think to myself as I pull a u-turn and drive back to see Carmilla and decide to figure out if she's even capable of love.