Author's note:

This is a bit of a shorter one, since i'm gonna have to think hard on how i want the next few chapters to go from here, i have a rough idea of where i want the story to go but how to execute it is still a thing i have to work out.

Chapter 9:

meeting C

The duo spend the rest of their day trying to sit out their hangover as Ashley had begun raiding their stores of old clothes "Why do you even have this thing?" she said mockingly as she held up a near ankle-length, orange, pinstriped overcoat with padded, pointy shoulders.

"Eh, I think someone I slept with forgot it here" she just casually responded.

Ashley's eyes just widened " Hold up, I have an idea" as she jumped up and ran towards the kitchen, returning with a set of scissors as she haphazardly began to cut off the sleeves right at the shoulders before diving back into the pile of clothes, only to resurface with a large brimmed, dark red hat, and a similar pinstriped set of red formfitting dress-trousers, a couple of holes and tears in them.

She quickly took off her trademark flannel button up and put on the coat, changed pants and put the hat on.

"TADAA" she exclaimed while doing jazz hands, the long coat flowing behind her like a cape, her tanktop underneath and her bare arms putting her wide array of scars on full display.

Pink cocked her head to the side slightly "oh that is "a look" Ash" to which her friend responded "I KNOW RIGHT? If I'm gonna be a future overlord, might as well make a good impression and dress the part"

Pink just tapped her chin with her finger "yea….but it's missing something….OOH, I KNOW" she said as she jumped into her nearby wardrobe and came out with a set of fingerless motorcycle looking gloves and a strange set of spiky boots "try these on for size"

"Seriously pink, WHY. DO. YOU. HAVE. THESE. All I ever see ya wear is super colorful, super girly stuff"

Pink just shrugged as she watched her friend put the boots and gloves on "eh, at one point, I wanted to try out a more alternative look, wasn't for me, but I didn't just want to just throw these away"

Ashley did one final twirl "Well?" she asked with a smile.

"Now THAT is a look befitting for somebody calling themselves "the anarchy demon" fucking SLAY, bitch" Pink said enthusiastically.

Ashley pulled out her phone and looked at the clock "Welp, it's almost go-time, guess I better meet this mysterious C" she said, trying to sound confident.

Pink gave her a worried, awkward smile as she waved her friend off "Please come back in one piece" she muttered under her breath.

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Unckown, disclosed location, pride ring, hell:

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Ashley was glad she left when she did, being there at 8:50PM, she rather be too early then late, an old habit that she carried over from her living days in the human world, as she leaned against a nearby set of crates.

"well….i'm here C ….let's see who you are….and what ya want with lil ol' me….." she muttered under her breath to no one in particular as she waited, gazing upon this large, ominous looking warehouse.

And as the clock hit 9PM,a door opened "must be my cue"

Ashley stepped inside as she walked down this long corridor, dim light gracing the walls, bathing everything in shadows, yet allowing just enough light to not get lost as The shark grinned girl slowly made her way deeper into the complex.

Eventually, she reached a open room, which she guessed was for display of wares, a set of rafters hugging the walls, looking down on the large area that Ashley was now standing dead in the middle off.

"…..Hello? …..C?...Wattup demons? It's me….ya girl…" Ashley called out, tho for the first few minutes, all she heard was the echo of her own voice reverberating off the walls, followed by silence.

Just as she was about to give up and turn back, another voice echoed through the room, coming from above, the feminine voice sounded well composed, stern and professional, with a slight hint of an accent that Ashley could only describe as Hispanic.

" Miss fortune, I presume? I see you got my letter…..you are punctual….good….." as a tall, imposing, feminine figure slowly approached from a tucked away hallway and stepped into the dim light shining on the rafters above….and Ashley's heart sank at the sight of the figure looking down on her as a anxious pit formed in her stomach and her eyes went wide with terror…..

"I believe we have some matters I would like to discuss with you" she spoke, arms behind her back as not a single strand of her beautiful, silver hair was out of place.

There, on the rafters, looking down on her with those fiery red eyes and calm, collected composure….stood the angelic arms dealer herself…..

Ashley began to softly shake as she muttered under her breath "…shit…..oh fuck….i might have bitten off way more then I could chew…"

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"….Carmilla…..fucking…..carmine…"

Note:

Dun Dun duuuuuun, how's Ashley gonna get herself out of this one?

as i said before, bit of a shorter chapter, especially because this is kinda a big cliffhanger and i want the next chapter to go fluidly, also cuz i want to do the character of carmilla justice, i want her actions in the next chapter to make sense for her so, next upload might be a while, hence why there were 2 uploads today.