Soulmates ❣ carmilla fanfiction

soulmates ❣chapter two

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Carmilla
My eyes opened to the boring sight of the ceiling. Where the hell am I? Carmilla asked herself. She looked for her phone and checked the time. 5:43 AM. Great. She thought in disgust. Looking around the bed, she saw a rather tall woman lying next to her, naked. The woman was blonde, with a slender figure. Her neck was covered with hickeys that, Carmilla blessed with her nips and bites.
Carmilla tried to remember what happened last night. As she attempted to do so her head pounded. Rubbing her temple, she tried to remember one more time. This time, she succeeded. She went to a party, instantly going to the kitchen to get a drink. After consuming a rather large amount of alchohol, her eyes started to blur. Carmilla cannot remember what goes after, except the luscious night she had with the woman right next to her last night. She can feel pieces of last night forming together.
The blonde's nails scratching her back, the moans that were being emitted by both of them. Both their chests pressed oh so deliciously against each other. Their lips molded into a sloppy kiss, due to their drunken state. Carmilla remembered that.
      Now, it was time for Carmilla to go. She put her clothes back on as silently as she could, and slowly left the room. Going into her black colored Corvette Stingray, she beat all the red lights, seeing how there were no cars and cops around, who cares? Like the batmobile, Carmilla's night-painted Corvette sped through the road almost like a blur, unseen in the dark. She smirked at the way the numbers on her speedometer increased drastically. At times like these she adores the smooth, nearly empty road. There would be almost no cars at this hour. Carmilla loved the way her car's engine hummed silently, it was like a lullaby to her. Also how it drove smoothly on the road, and the car sped, making the environment around her blurry made her smile in sarisfaction
Before she even realized it, she was home. Mircalla "Carmilla" von Karnstein. The youngest daughter of the Karnstein Family. Well, more like the only one. Carmilla's mother, which she calls "Maman," is often busy working as the President of the Karnstein company, a wine company that produces and distributes wine that has different sweet flavors that caresses the tongue. Maman almost never had time to spend with her only daughter. Since Carmilla's father died of lung cancer from smoking too much, Maman has been left with the burden of the whole company, working nearly 24 hours. Hell, Carmilla has never seen her mother sleep since her father's death.
Since Carmilla was home alone, she decided to lounge on the couch, but not before grabbing her soft, petite black cat, Truffle. After grabbing the items she needed, she turns on her laptop and watches her shows on Netflix. Carmilla looked at the time. 6:34 AM. It's so early... Oh, who cares? It's Netflix. She thought to herself as she chuckled. Carmilla thought herself as a badass. The rebel. The rich kid who has that bully stereotype. She loves wearing leather. Leather jacket, Leather pants, Leather boots. It matches perfectly with Carmilla's curly and glossy black hair, and skin so white it was as if all of the moon's glow has formed into a human being. However, right now, she feels more like wearing a sweatshirt and pajama bottoms. She leaned back into the couch as she played her show, while petting her cat, and eating cookies while she's at it.

This might be one hell boring day.
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A/N: OOOOKAY I'm so hella sorry that I take a long time to make chapters for this fanfic! My school's a douche because my teachers won't stop over flooding me with homework! Also, I'm kind of just winging this fanfiction of Hollstein from the Carmilla Series because I don't think I could make my original idea be good enough. Welp, enough of that! I hope you're enjoying (my incredibely slow and boring) fanfiction! Kiwi out!