Who Are You?

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“Come on, you stupid vampire,” Laura grumbled quietly.  “Wake up, already.”

She had a glass of blood ready, routinely pouring it back into the pitcher they kept in their apartment fridge and refreshing the cup.  She had been doing this for a few hours.

Carmilla made no movements and there was minimal indication she was alive, which added to Laura’s worry.  She had already tried pouring the blood into the vampire’s mouth, but there was no effect.

Danny, Lafontaine, Perry, and Kirsch sat out in the living room on the couches, taking turns keeping Laura company.

“This isn’t your fault,” Danny whispered, placing a comforting hand on Laura’s shoulder.

“I know it’s not,” Laura replied.  “It’s this idiot’s fault.  What was she thinking?  She could’ve gotten herself killed.”

“And you should be grateful she didn’t,” Danny pressed.  “I’m sure she was just trying to stop you from getting hurt.”

Laura gave an exasperated sigh.  “That’s not her decision to make.  And it was a stupid decision.  Who the hell goes after an evil witch looking for immortality on their own?”

“Your idiot vampire girlfriend,” Danny answered, “that’s who.”  She squeezed the other girl’s shoulder.

As if on cue, the vampire on the bed stirred and mumbled something.

“Carm?”  In spite of all of her griping, Laura was up in an instant from her bedside chair, placing a hand on Carmilla’s arm.  “Carm, can you hear me?”

Carmilla’s eyes flew open and she slapped Laura’s hand away.  “What the hell?”

Laura pouted at the sudden hostility but handed Carmilla the cup of blood.

The vampire eyed the cup carefully.  “What the hell is this?”  Her eyes wandered to Laura’s face.  “Who the hell are you?”

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