Soulmates ❣ carmilla fanfiction

soulmates ❣️ chapter nine

Carmilla

Her eyes drooped with exhaustion as she looked at the time on her phone. It was a little bit after 8 AM and goddamn was she tired. Carmilla prayed that as she walked to her car no poor soul would cat-call her, fearing for the life of that said "poor soul."

The sun has just risen yet the sky remained a darker blue.

Dawn.

Carmilla was so tired she swore that she wouldn't mind sleeping in the car, but decided against it for she actually enjoyed the comforts of having a home to live in. The only thing keeping her awake now was the memory of the girl she met last night.

"Laura," She muttered. The name rolled off her tongue uncomfortably, yet she enjoyed the sound of it. "Nice."

The bracelet that she kept safe in her vest pocket poked her waist and it irritated her to the point that she would actually rip the metallic jewelry in half if it didn't belong to the woman that she was physically attracted to.

Carmilla shivered. It's so cold, what the fuck.

Having a job downtown has its perks. The pros:

•Good-looking girls

•The lively atmosphere

The cons?

•Everything else.

Carmilla arrived at her car and headed inside. Putting the bracelet inside the glove compartment, she turned on her car and basked in the heated air that surrounded her for a few minutes. "Don't sleep yet," she reminded herself, "Truffle's waiting for Mama to come home."

During her drive, she contemplated about when she met Truffle.

Carmilla's never gonna forget the sound of the pouring rain, her boots squishing and squashing through the sidewalk, walking from her workplace to her car. Then she caught sight of a tiny black lump of shivering and wet fur underneath her car, seeking shelter.

She had two reactions back then:

The first one being, "Oh, my God, that's a baby cat!" and the second, "Shit, I can't get home without running it over."

Welp, cats are animals, but not me, She thought. She'll never let herself live if she left an afraid kitten out in the rain, let alone actually kill one herself. She's no monster.

"Ugh, but I need to get home!" Carmilla debated with herself.

"But I'm not about to run over a damn cat for it," Carmilla countered.

Sighing with defeat, she knelt down and reached her hand out in hopes that the kitten would understand her message, and was surprised when the kitten merely submitted itself to the warm hand and lay there shivering. She rushed inside the car, no longer caring if the interior was being ruined by the water. Taking off her fedora, she put it on the passenger's seat and lay down the kitten inside the hat.

"Hang on, buddy," She whispered to it in such a soft voice, like she was talking to a human baby, "You'll be just fine."

The kitten replied with a high-pitched mew.

Carmilla shook her head and chuckled, "Cute."

Driving home, she opened the door to her house. Maman wasn't particularly strict about keeping animals so long as they don't bother her work.

"Well, this is my house. It's not much, but it's, uh, you know...not much?" Carmilla explained as she raised the kitten and showed it around the area.

She left the kitten on the couch. "Stay," She ordered.

Heading to the kitchen, she grabbed her phone out and googled necesseties of owning a cat. After scrolling for the past 5 minutes, she gave up.

"Fuck it." Carmilla exclaimed, her arms raised. Grabbing a bowl, she filled it with milk. Satisfied with her work, she turned around to serve it to the kitten, only to almost drop the bowl.

The kitten was fucking gone.

"Shit, already?" She whispered to herself. Carmilla already knows that she's irresponsible, but this was just ridiculous. Suddenly, her ears picked up a clanging noise in the kitchen. Nevermind, she thought, found it.

Her eyes widened as she caught sight of clawmarks on the wooden chairs and tables, and the black, still slightly soggy from the rain kitty eating chocolate. Maman's gonna murder both you and I! Carmilla thought, immediately picking up the kitten who's mouth was now slobbered with chocolate.

Carmilla observed the damage done on the furniture and back at the kitten, glaring accusingly at it. She brought the cat with her to her car and into Homedepot to grab paint. Once she got home, she lightly stroked paint over the scratches to cover up the evidence and hid the paint cans up in their attic. Giving off a sigh with relief, she wiped a sweat off her brow, and soon enough her ears caught another sound of a high-pitched meow. She arrived to find the bowl of milk empty and the kitten sitting expectantly right next to it, eyes asking for more.

"Greedy little bastard, ain't ya?" Carmilla said before refilling the bowl with milk, "First the chocolates then the mi–"

"Meow!" The cat exclaimed, rushing the woman.

"Wait ya turn, Truffle!" Carmilla snapped. The gears in her mind started cranking. Truffles doesn't sound that bad, She thought.

Carmilla arrived in her driveway. Opening the door, she was greeted with a meow and a pair of green eyes waiting for her to pour in more milk in its bowl.

A/N: you're all probably asking, what the hell is this chapter?

lemme tell ya folks!

idk either lmao i just thought of this two minutes ago and im sleepy good night lmao