Forever Charmed

New Mark

"You're... My whitelighter?" Laura asks incredulously.

Carmilla chuckles. "Why is that so hard to believe?"

Laura shrugs. "You're dressed kinda... Dark to be a whitelighter?"

"Naïve provincial girl, much?"

Laura huffs again.

"If I wasn't a whitelighter, could I do this?" Carmilla walks closer and her hand hovers over Laura's cut. A golden glowing light emits from her hand and Laura watches as the cut heals. If it wasn't for some blood spotted on her cut sleeve, Laura could've said nothing ever happened.

"Wow. Thanks," Laura says, looking up from her arm. She didn't realize how close Carmilla was, and from the other girl's reaction, Carmilla hadn't noticed, either.

Both of their eyes go wide and Carmilla's mouth drops open slightly, as if to catch her breath. Laura's eyes immediately fly to stare at it before she can stop herself. How had she not noticed how pretty she was earlier? And how long can I stare before it gets creepy?

"Better?"

Laura blinks and looks back up to meet Carmilla's eyes. The question came out so quiet that the heartbeat thudding in Laura's ears was too loud for her to hear it. What the heck, pull yourself together, Hollis.

Carmilla clears her throat and takes a couple of steps back. "Does that feel better?"

Laura realizes she is fully gaping at Carmilla and shakes her head. "Yea-ppp."

Carmilla stares at her, amused. "Your body says no, but your mouth says yes, cutie."

Laura doesn't reply out of fear that she's just going to make more of a fool of herself.

Carmilla furrows her eyebrows together, worry taking over. "Did you hit your head or something?"

Laura shakes her head again. "I-I'm fine. I think I might just be in shock." Yeah. Sure. "This was my first encounter alone with anything demonic."

"Ah." Carmilla's smirk returns. "Well, like I said. I'm impressed." She crosses her arms and sizes Laura up. "No powers, yet?"

Laura sighs, chewing at her lip. "No. I've always been able to cast spells and I can see like, ghosts and stuff. But no actual powers, active or passive."

Carmilla plants her hands on her hips and chuckles. "Boy, have I got my work cut out for me."

"Gee. Thanks," Laura sighs, making Carmilla chuckle again.

There's a loud explosion from the front of the warehouse and Laura's eyes widen. "The others!"

Carmilla grabs Laura as she starts to run past her. "First, do me a favor, cupcake?"

Laura pauses and stares at Carmilla's hand on her arm.

Carmilla quickly withdraws it and clears her throat. "Don't tell the others you've met me?"

Laura cocks her head to the side, confused. "What? Why not?"

"I... may have jumped the gun a bit showing up here," Carmilla says softly. "The Elders didn't give the okay to reveal myself to you yet, so I'm technically not supposed to be here."

"What are they waiting for?" Laura asks.

"I dunno, probably some boring paperwork. Wasn't really listening," Carmilla shrugs. "So will you keep it to yourself?"