carmilla x rosie

carmilla x rosie cuddling after night's

screams of the damned and dead filled the air, Angel’s laughter far from what someone would typically call ‘angelic’ echoed in the dark skies of Pride. Not an unusual affair by any means, but it wasn’t as though Carmilla enjoyed it either.

Her daughters ran ahead as they had many, many times. She preferred it like this, she could keep an eye on them. She could protect them from behind, keep them safe.

That was how the plan usually went anyway.

It was bad enough they were already ragged, already had a few close calls. Carmilla had to quickly patch up Odette’s thigh, and there were more than a few severed heads. Blood covered them, and Carmilla hadn’t been remotely close to collecting the haul they really needed. Her lungs burned as they ran across barren ground, decimated by an attack. Dead bodies littered around them, the smell was already overwhelming. A smell she learned early, one she tried to tune out. But it just seemed today of all days was stronger than normal.

It overwhelmed her. Overpowered her to the point where it was almost suspicious. That was where her fault lied.

Carmilla skidded to a stop in bloodied dirt, a sharp pain directly from her back ripped to her front, viciously, painfully through her ribcage. The force continued and she pushed against it, watching as an angelic spear came through the other side at last. Carmilla’s eyes got wide, her breathing rapid and shallow. She heard cries and shrieks of terror and horror, and as she barely pulled her hands up to touch the spear pulling through her front, she looked up to see further assault.

Her daughters, attacked, slaughtered- Odette’s head bounced unceremoniously onto the ground, and Clara’s organs splattered into the floor as she was eviscerated. “No…” The words came hoarse from Carmilla’s throat at first, and she reached out. The terror in their eyes, the absolute horror as their red blood spilt and coated the ground. “NO!” She managed to pull herself off of the spear, stumbling a few steps, before she felt the spear come to contact with her body again.

A solid slash came across her back, and she screamed in agony as her body crumbled to the ground. She fell to her knees, held up barely by large hands, her breathing even more well ragged from before. Tears welled in her eyes rapidly, not for her pain, but for the loss of her daughters. All she had worth living for.

A swift kick came to her side, and she toppled over onto her back with a grunt. Her heart was hammering away, she could feel lit aggressively in her chest. She she managed to open her eyes again, all three Angels gathered to either side of her, their masks glowing with their sinister grin. One held Odette’s head, and Carmilla snarled. She tried to get up, tried to force herself to do something.

Two spears came from either side, pinning her arms and making her scream again; the Angel in the middle, standing directly over her body, glared her down menacingly. She raised her spear and brought it down, striking Carmilla through her head.

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Carmilla woke up drenched in a cold sweat, sitting straight up in her bed with a loud gasp. A large hand moved to her chest, grasping where she had previously felt that wound so viscerally, so intensely. The gaping hole was gone, but the pain lingered, even if only for a few shallow moments. Her heartbeat was rapid in her ears and she could hardly breathe.

She took a brief glance around, trying to survey where she was, trying to see if she could gather her thoughts. She could see out of the large windows to the scapes of Pride, how dark the sky was indicating its genuine ‘night’ time, the lines of the pentagram above them dull as could be. The room was freezing cold as Carmilla had preferred, though it did nothing for how her blankets had tangled around her sore legs.