Underground - A Carmilla Fanfiction

Chapter Three ~ Totally Killer

Lafontaine's POV

I stormed to my dorm room, hot headed and filled with anger and frustration and rage and sadness and love and all of the above.

I opened the door and loudly and fiercely slammed it behind me.

I threw my bag I grabbed before leaving the library on the ground harshly while sitting back down hard on my bed, the springs squeaking audibly in response.

I ran my fingers through my head and hung my head low into my hands.

I can't believe they wanted to kill Perry...hell, why did they even suggest it? Perry is their friend too...

I've known Perry since diapers almost. We've grown up together, grown together, watched each other's successes, been there for the ups and downs, and so much more I could list for hours and hours and days and days. She defended me when the mean kids picked on me for being a nerdy shy kid. She was always there for me during all my eras, and highs and lows. She just means so so much to me...I can't even explain it in words. She's like a sister to me.

And yes, I know the transition was pretty rough when I came out to her, but we've been working through it, and she's been trying her hardest to understand and give up the "Susan" she knew.

I miss her so much...I wish I could get that retched demon god out of her body and talk to the real Perry.

Honestly, now thinking about it, I get where Carmilla and Laura were coming from and it absolutely pains me to say that they're right, but we don't have much of a choice here. It's either someone dies to end the world or someone dies to save the world. It's so fucked, and there's nothing we can do.

I should apologize to them...they were just trying to help, and they care about Perry too, it's all just a matter of life, death, and the end of the world.

I look at my phone, and see that I've been pondering and now laying here on my bed for about three hours.

I finally decide to go back to the library and apologize to both Laura and Carmilla, but as soon as I walk to the door to head out, I hear the familiar calling tone coming from my computer at my desk.

"UNKNOWN CALLER...Accept or Decline?" The screen displayed.

Usually, like a smart person and unlike people in horror movies, I wouldn't accept the call...but in this vampiric and pre almost apocalyptic world...I kinda have to.

"Hello?"

I heard Mother's retched laugh orchestrated by Perry's voice.

"Mother."

"Who else?" She laughed again.

I sighed. "What do you want?"

"I should be asking you the same thing."

"I don't want her to die."

"I see why...she's a pretty little thing." Mother laughed.

I seethed. "Don't you talk about Perry like that."

"You're really obsessed over this girl aren't you?" She mockingly questioned me.

"She's my best friend, asshole. Go figure."

"Well, you can have her back once I open the gates to hell...I don't want her, and there's no one to stop me."

"Oh, just you wait until me, Laura, and Carmilla come to stop you cold blooded in your tracks."

Mother laughed again. "Oh, you're really funny."

I squinted my eyes. "And why is that?"

"Well it seems that Carmilla and her situationship are a bit...occupied."

I gripped my hand on the desk. "What the fuck did you do?"

"Since someone decided to have a fit, we decided to take their Book of Lives and use it to our advantage to cave them both into the library, so they won't be able to meddle with my plans..."

"Ever again."

I think my whole body just went cold and numb. Oh god...what the fuck did I do...

"Are they still alive? What is wrong with you?!" I yelled out of regret, anger, and disappointment...mostly in myself.

If I didn't storm off, this wouldn't have happened.

She lightly laughed, again. It was getting pretty fucking annoying to be honest.

"Oh yeah, of course they are!" Mother falsely assured me.

"Why do I feel like your sentence is unfinished?"

"And they eventually will die in there from the lack of oxygen. Well at least Laura will...Mircalla will die from the heartbreak, unless her body decides physically otherwise." Mother added as I took the words coming out of her mouth as stabs to my chest and my heart.

There's gotta be a way to save them.

I went to get up, but Mother must have heard the rustling of me going to get up. "Oh, I wouldn't bother trying to be a hero. Those rocks that caved them in are specifically spelled to make sure no human, vampire, or any creature can lift them."

I didn't say anything...I couldn't say anything.

"Well, I have to get back to destroying the world...I hope you have fun with your grief, Lafontaine...and congrats!"

"You're a cold blooded killer."

I heard her manic laughing again before she hung up the call.

I didn't know how to feel. I felt angry, rage, self loathe, depression, anxiety, and I just...felt everything.

I felt paralyzed and shocked to the core of my soul, emotionally and physically.

Still somewhere determined in my soul, I sprinted back to the underground library without being seen. I ran down the stairs of my dorm building, went to the (regular) library that they built above the one that went underground and ran behind the shelves to find the hidden path, in which I refuse to disclose any information pertaining to it, and I ran down the underground tunnel to try to get the door...but...

...there was no door.

Tons of rocks piled up through the remainder of the hallway. An overwhelming amount.

Still somehow determined and delusional, I tried to pick up the rocks trying to pick each one up one by one, but I stopped after my mind and strength made the realization they were just not liftable.

I threw down my arms in defeat and sunk myself down the wall of the tunnel down to the ground.

You guys know me. I'm usually a pretty tolerant person, but this...this is just a lot. Too much.

I cried, and I cried hard. I sobbed right there in that tunnel.

This is all my fault.

I'll never see them again, and...

I'm responsible.

I'm entirely and fully responsible for the death of Laura Hollis and—maybe—Carmilla Karnstein.

And you know what, Mother was right about one thing...

I'm a murderer...a cold blooded killer.