Don't Forget To Remember Me

Rest In Peace

Light poured through the curtains near the bed, causing Carmilla to stir.  She felt a small body next to her and looked to see Laura snuggled up against her.  She found herself smiling at the girl curled up on her arm, radiating as much warmth physically as her personality did.

And then she frowned when her eyes traveled to the bandaged wounds on the small girl.

She still couldn’t quite wrap her mind around the fact that Laura had managed to pull remove the offending branch that had impaled her, and then drag her out of the car.  She vaguely remembered from the vlogs that Laura was perfectly capable of handing herself, but it was still surprising.

The vlogs had been a strange experience for Carmilla.  While they did a great job as exposition for what had happened with Mother and other vampires under her thumb, they had an unintended effect.  Watching them gave her a window through which she saw how her future self had slowly fallen in love with Laura, saw the things that had made her smile or take notice of her.  It wasn’t too much of a stretch, considering Carmilla had seen the same things in the past week.  Laura was definitely obnoxiously headstrong and stubborn, but she was also incredibly compassionate and considerate to a fault.

Carmilla had insisted on sleeping on the couch so that Laura could have the bed to herself, since she was still recovering from her injuries, especially considering that she had inadvertently exiled the poor girl to their apartment couch for several nights, but Laura insisted she would sleep better with someone else in the bed.

Laura also insisted that she would keep as much a distance from Carmilla in the bed so as to not make her feel uncomfortable.  Carmilla regarded their current position and surmised she didn’t feel uncomfortable.  Which is weird considering I haven’t been used to literally just sleeping with someone for over three centuries.

I must be going soft.

Laura shifted a bit and went to rub her eyes, completely forgetting that her wrist still hurt, and let out a small gasp in pain.

“Are you okay?” Carmilla asked next to her.

Laura opened her eyes and realized she was cuddled up against the vampire’s side.  “Yeah, I just totally forgot about my wrist,” she said, sheepishly peeling herself off.  “Sorry,” she mumbled.

“About what, cupcake?”

“Encroaching on your personal space while we slept.  Habits, y’know?”

Carmilla rolled off the bed.  “Ah.  I didn’t even notice.”  She walked around the bed and helped Laura sit up.

“You’re such a liar,” Laura teased, smiling as the other girl helped her get out of bed.  “Thanks.”

“Whatever.”  The vampire rolled her eyes.  “How are you feeling?”

Laura shrugged.  “Good enough to travel,” she replied.

“Okay, babe,” Carmilla replied, over-exaggerating her skepticism to annoy the other girl, “if you say so.”

Less than an hour later, Carmilla was teleporting them into the middle of some road, ensuring Laura that they were definitely a short distance from their destination.

Laura had clearly overestimated her recovery, as she could only walk a couple minutes at a time before stopping to hold her side.  As a result, the beginning of the trip was still slow going until Carmilla finally had enough of her bravado and carried her for the remainder of the trip.

“Carm,” Laura whined.  “I can totally walk on my own!”

Carmilla scoffed, but paused to see if the girl was seriously protesting being carried.  “Am I hurting you?”