I Hate Myself but I Love You

Chapter 10

Carmilla's Point of View

I hate that I have to leave her, but with the current blood situation in which I have none left, there's no way a newborn vampire will make it through the first few hours comfortably. I leave to get blood. For Laura and for me. Even with that in mind, I don't want to leave her for a second longer than what's necessary. It's still early in the change, only a day and 15 hours and 43 minutes in. Keeping track of the time has kept me from pulling my hair out and going insane. It's unlikely that anything will happen if I hurry.

Luckily, I know of a great nearby hospital that doesn't ask questions if you throw an obscene amount of money at them. I run there as fast as I can and hand the materialistic head guy an envelope stuffed full of money. His greedy eyes sparkle and he tells a security guard to escort me to their blood storage area.

It's a personal rule of mine not to take any rare blood or O blood. I may be a monster, but my undead heart still has empathy. I fit as many bags as I can in the cooler I brought and sprint to my cabin.

It may not be enough for as long as Laura needs to stay there, but we can drink from the wildlife. Though I suspect she'll hate that, even though we don't have to kill them. Plus, animal blood and human blood taste vastly different. Some peculiar vampires like the taste of what I jokingly refer to as beast blood, but most prefer human blood. Especially new vampires.

I put the blood in the refrigerator and sit back down on my chair by Laura's side.

She hasn't moved, which is normal, but it's eerie. To see someone so full of life and love lying on a bed, pale and motionless... Its heart wrenching.

I sigh and rub my face with my hands, getting up and turning on my laptop. Apparently, the ginger nerd posted the video and my Twitter is blowing up with angry and concerned fans of Laura's.

I groan and pull up Skype.

"Hey, grumpy cat." LaFontaine looks incredibly proud of their internet joke.

"Ginger One. My Twitter inbox thing is full of Laura's fans yelling at me. I have officially been sent my first online death threat."

"Online? You've been sent one in the mail?" I raise an eyebrow and they chuckle. "Oh, right. Undead bad ass vampire, of course you have. On that bloodsucking note, how's Laura?"

"Nothing to report. She's still unconscious, and hasn't given any indication either way."

"Well, that's good, I think. But it sucks not knowing."

"It really does."

"I'm going to continue trying to hack into the Dean's computer from my laptop. See ya, fangs."

They press a button and the window blinks "connection lost" for a moment before closing itself. I shut down my laptop and grab a blood bag. I pour it into Laura's salvaged TARDIS mug and take a sip.

I nearly spit it out when Laura screams.