Don't Forget To Remember Me

Blood Sausages And The Yellow Pillow

Carmilla woke up to find a distinct lack of blood on her nightstand.  She sat up and frowned at the void.  Then she looked around.  There was also a distinct lack of conversation coming from the living room.  She slowly made her way out, only to find it was just Laura sitting on a couch.

“Hey!” she greeted, smiling.

“Where is everyone?”

Laura’s smile dimmed a bit at the non-greeting.  “It’s a weekend, silly.  The Summer Society has a party tonight, so Danny’s helping out with that.  Perry’s hosting an event and is making her unofficial co-floor don attend.  Kirsch is hungover from a Zeta party last night.  So I’m just baby-sitting J.P. by myself.”

Carmilla rubbed her eyes.  It was too early for all these names to be thrown at her.  She vaguely remembered that Danny was the tall, Amazonian-like one.  Kirsch was obviously the guy.  She was still not entirely sure which one was Perry and which one was Lafontaine.  And J.P. was… some kind of stick?

Laura seemed to realize Carmilla’s confusion.  “J.P.’s the guy who got sucked into a digital version of the Silas campus library, and Lafontaine extracted him and placed him in a flash drive.  He can communicate with us through the computer screen.”

“I knew that,” Carmilla growled, fooling no one.

“Sure, okay.”  Laura giggled and walked towards the other girl.  “Anyway, since today’s the first ‘free’ day I’ve had, I went out grocery shopping.  How would you like some blood sausage tonight?”

Carmilla gave her a blank look.

“I know it’s your favorite.” Laura grinned, nudging her with her elbow.

“Why are you being so nice?” Carmilla snapped.

Laura blinked at her in confusion.  “I’m not,” she answered truthfully.  “I always cook it for us on weekends.”

“I don’t eat human food.”

“Duh!  Yeah, I know!”  Laura tilted her head and stuck out her tongue and then bounded to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

Carmilla caught herself with a half-smile at the tiny ball of happiness that started laying out ingredients.

“Well, don’t just stand there staring at me and being all useless,” Laura said, gesturing for Carmilla to walk over.  “I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for.  For the meat, I bought pork, beef, and lamb.  For fillers, we’ve got rice, potatoes, bread crumbs, milk, eggs, cheese, and almonds.”

Carmilla stared at the girl, wondering if she was playing a prank on her.

“What?”

“Why are you giving me so many options?”

Laura rolled her eyes.  “So you are gonna stand there, being all useless, after all.”  She shook her head with a smile.  “How’s pork with rice and bread crumbs, and of course, human blood for the sausages sound?  I can make roasted potatoes as the side dish.”

Carmilla gave a noncommittal nod.

Laura gave a hand wave that indicated that Carmilla was free to leave the kitchen.  “I swear,” she mused, “you fight me on every single little thing and the one time I actually want your opinion on something, suddenly you’re at a loss for words.”

Carmilla couldn’t stifle the chuckle that escaped.

Carmilla spent the next couple hours reading on the couch, stealing glances at the small girl bouncing around the kitchen.  When Laura called out that dinner was ready, Carmilla made sure to take her time so as not to seem too eager.  Truth be told, the aroma that filled the apartment had already making her salivate, but she didn’t want that to become general knowledge.