Well, Fuck.

Damnit

          Carmilla Karnstein lives in a world where soulmates are a thing. She thought it was ridiculous and honestly doesn't give a fuck. It is said that soulmates are impervious to the other's attacks: physically, mentally, and emotionally. So it's impossible to hurt one another. How dumb is that? Carmilla believed that love is another form of pain so this theory that people came up with is ,without a doubt, false. But it doesn't really matter. She doesn't have time for love. She's too busy working for her mother's hitman agency and killing people. She not exactly the type to fall in love. Sure, there's the meaningless one night stands but she made sure that everyone of those girls knew that they were just a quick fuck and nothing else. Some took it better than others. One girl tried to hit her, just to prove that they were soulmates. Carmilla had a nice red mark on her cheek for a couple of days.
          Today she had a meeting with a client. An older man, known around the agency for hiring them to off some of his weaker links in the chain of drugs. Only the best were reserved for Vordenburg, and this time he had specifically requested the great Mircalla, having heard of her record. She was to meet him in his building at 3 o'clock sharp to discuss the 'terms and conditions'.
         She walked in, donning her infamous leather pants, corset, and blood red lipstick ensemble. Most have made rumors of the shade she wears on her lips. They say she wears blood red to represent the blood of her victims.  She just wears it because it brings out her eyes. But sure, that too. She saunters with confidence into the building, all eyes on the gorgeous woman busting through it's doors. She heads to the elevator, hitting the top floor button. She's alone except for the nervous shrimp of a man in the corner. She hears a ding and the doors open, shrimpy makes his escape  from the confined space, away from the terrifying lady in there with him. Carmilla smirks, knowing what effect she has on people. They either swoon or cower and she revels in both. The doors close once more, taking her to her destination. The doors open directly into the grandiose office. The mahogany desk sitting smack dab in the center. There were no walls, just windows save for the floor and ceiling, one made of marble, the other a mirror. Like the cliché that it is, the chair was facing backwards towards the windows. Hearing the clack of the assassin's high heels, Vordenburg turned, a smile set on his face.
"You must be the infamous Mircalla." He really is such a cliché. He is a frail looking elder, his wispy white hair slicked back into looking like a comb over, a nice suit tailored to his form. The classic business man.
"Must I be?" The assassin drawls. She quirks an eyebrow his way. The man shifts in his seat, obviously uncomfortable under her stare. "Yes, well...I presume you know why you've been summoned here today?" She saunters with a sway in her hips towards his desk,"I may be a killer, but I'm no demon." Her eyes bore into his. He breaks the eye contact and clears his throat."Yes or no?" Carmilla rolls her eyes,"Yes, of course. Your usual, I presume?" He seems to gain some confidence back,"No, actually." This peaks the killer's interest. "I want you to take care of a reporter. She has gathered far too much information and I can't have her exploiting my efforts." He reaches into a drawer in his desk and pulls out a manilla folder. "Here is all the information you will need for her." Her, she thinks, interesting. She takes up the folder and Vordenburg extends his hand for her to shake, only to receive a disdainful look at his withering hand. Carmilla turns and walks away as he sets down his hand slowly, not used to being ignored. When she reaches the elevator, she calls back,"I'll be back for my reward," as the doors open and she leaves Vordenburg sitting in silence.
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          She sat on the roof top adjacent to the Silas apartment buildings. The manilla folder ajar, it's contents spread apart for her viewing convenience. Laura Hollis. Reporter for the Lustig Weekly. Returns home around 4:45 p.m. Age: 26. Deceased mother. Lives alone in the Silas complex, room 307. Single. Honey blonde hair and hazel eyes. Height: 5'2. Knows krav maga. There were pictures of her on the street, crossing the road, in her apartment, at her job, etc. Seems to be an easy job. Though it's a shame, thought Carmilla, she's pretty cute. She shakes her head to clear it of any thoughts besides her assignment. Sneak in through the sliding door on the terrace, get close enough, and down goes cutie. That's the game plan. The raven haired beauty checks her watch. 4:43. Any minute now. Across the street, lights flicker on in 307. This captures the assassin's attention. Hollis comes stumbling into her apartment, stacks of papers in her hands. She walks to her counter and plops the papers onto it, having a sigh of relief. Carmilla watches her every move through her military regulation binoculars. She zooms in a bit as the smaller woman makes her way to her fridge, whipping out a cupcake, and taking a huge bite of it. Carmilla chuckles as she observes her trying to get the frosting off her nose with her tongue. Well isn't she just adorkable? The killer thought. Too bad she'll have to die. She would've made quite the snack. Carmilla stands up and takes a look at her surroundings. No one is around due to this part of town not being the greatest, No cars or people in sight. The assassin shrugs, no need for precaution, then. She takes her grappling hook and shoots it to the opposite building. It takes hold of the ledge and she gives it an experimental tug. It holds. She steadied herself on the ledge and jumps, swinging from one building to the next. She hits the side of the building with a light thump and she groans at the harsh impact. She rolls her shoulder and presses a button on the grappling hook, bringing her up to the third floor. Next to the terrace, she swings a leg over the railing and drops low. She then detached the device from the ledge and sets it down for later use. She checks her guns which are strapped to her thighs, and peeks through the glass sliding doors. Hollis had just sat down on her living room couch, and opened up Netflix. Her back was turned to the killer, giving Carmilla the perfect advantage. She checks the rolling parts of the door to make sure that they would open without hesitation and/or noise. The top one looked a bit rusted so she pulled out some WD 40 from her small utility belt and oiled it. She grasped the handle and pulled slowly. The door opened without error. She stepped in quietly and slid the door shut again. Laura turned up the volume on her TV as the Buffy theme song played. The assassin rolled her eyes at the nerdiness, and gave a small sigh. She took out her gun and put the silencer on it. She cocked it and Laura turned her head at the sound, eyes wide as a gorgeous woman held a gun to her face. She was so scared that she didn't make a sound, all the better for Carmilla. Laura put her hands up to show her surrender but her hands shook and she whimpered,"Please don't kill me! I don't know what I did but I promise I won't do it again!" Carmilla felt pity for the reporter, but her gun remained where it was. "Sorry, cutie. Nothing personal." Laura's eyes squeezed shut as the sound of the silent 'pop' from the gun sounded through her ears. Only...there was no impact. Laura opened her eyes to see a confused assassin looking at her gun and back up at her target. Their eyes simultaneously widened as they realized what happened. Carmilla didn't miss. She never misses. She hit her target all right. But the target just so happened to be her soulmate.
"Well, fuck."
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Laura scrambled to her kitchen to look for a weapon as the assassin just sighed deeply and rubbed the palms of her hands on her face. Laura came back to her living room, armed with a frying pan (she couldn't find a knife) to see her attacker sitting on her couch, head in her hands. She cautiously walks over to the killer, pan still in the air. "Who are you and why did you try to kill me?!" She squeaks. Carmilla glances up and Laura tightens her grip on the cookware. The assassin sighs and stands up, waking over to a freaked out reporter. "Oh put that down already,  we both know that you can't hurt me." Carmilla pushes the pan down with her finger tip. "I-I should the police!" Laura backs away from her attacker and towards the phone. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you!" Carmilla calls out to her. "And why is that!" The smaller woman yells. "Listen," Carmilla walks over to the fanatic reporter and takes the phone out of her hand, with much struggle. "I can't hurt you, vice versa, there's no need." She sets the phone back in it's place, effectively trapping the woman between herself and the counter. She notices Laura's eyes settling on her lips and smirks,"Like what you see, cupcake?" This breaks Laura out of her trance and she pushes her away. "No, absolutely not! You tried to kill me!" She points a finger at the accused. "Yeah, but apparently we're soul mates and I can't fucking hurt you, so...!" Saying it put loud made them both realize what a shit scenario they're in. "Fuck!" Sounded from both of their mouths.
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"What are we gonna do?" Laura was pacing as Carmilla was deep in thought on the couch. "How the fuck am I supposed to know?" Carmilla just fell back onto the couch, defeated. "Fuck!"This seemed to be the only words to come to Laura's mind. "Yeah, no shit!" The smaller woman sat down on the opposite end of the couch from Carmilla, who noticed and worked an eyebrow. "I don't bite, ya know." Laura glares at her,"No, you kill." Carmilla tilts her head,"Ya got me there." "Ugh, why me?!" Laura cries out to her ceiling. "Oh you think this is all rainbows and sunshine for me?" Carmilla asks incredulously,"I'll be killed for not killing you! What the hell am I supposed to do?! I can't go back to the agency! My mother will...oh god, mother." Carmilla eyes widen and she begins to pace,"She'll give me a fate worse than death! Fuck me!" "I have a fucking murderer for a soulmate, how do you think I feel?!" "Probably like shit!" "Yeah, I do, not only are you an assassin, No, you also tried to kill me! How the hell is fate so cruel?! What did I do to deserve this?" Carmilla stopped pacing and looked at the panicking blonde. "Well geez, way to flatter a girl, cutie." Laura rolls her eyes,"Ugh, that's not the point!" "Oh really? Then what is?" Carmilla moves to stand in front of her. Laura stands up and pokes her in the chest,"You are a raging bi--ad person, and you can't possibly be my soulmate!" "Oh yeah?" Carmilla challenges stepping closer,"Well too bad you're stuck with me." Laura notes their proximity but doesn't back down,"Like hell I am." Carmilla scoffs,"What, the big, bad, murderer not your type?" Laura glares,"I don't think that's anyone's type." Carmilla smirks,"You'd be surprised." Laura blushes but still doesn't relent. "Go to hell." She leans in a bit. Carmilla pushes a bit further,"Already there sweetheart." Laura scowls. She can feel Carmilla breath on her lips, if she leaned any closer she could just... no! She's a killer! She thought, this is wrong. But it's kinda hard to tell what's right and wrong when a really hot woman is centimeters from her face. Carmilla notices the change on the atmosphere as well. Their heart rates had gone up from the adrenaline. Breathing ragged. They were oh so close... Carmilla manages to whisper,"Still not you're type?" "Shut up." Laura growls and closes the gap between them. It was all passion and fire. Lights exploded behind their eyelids as they kissed. Carmilla had one had on Laura's waist, the other on the make of her neck, pulling her closer. Laura tangled her fingers into Carmilla raven locks and tugged, eliciting the slightest sound from the back of her throat. Carmilla growled and pushed her onto the couch, straddling her waist. She lunged forward and captured her bottom lip between her teeth and but down just a bit and tugged. Her tongue soothed the bite and Laura's tongue met hers. Carmilla took her tongue into her mouth and sucked on the tip, causing a whimper to escape from Laura. She smirked against her lips but was caught off guard as Laura swapped their positions. Laura leaned over her, eyes filled with lust and something else, and pushed her to lay on the couch. Carmilla watches her as she hovered over her, hair falling around her like a curtain of honey. This time, Laura leaned in slow. Carmilla brought up a hand to push her hand behind her ear as their lips met yet again. They kissed languidly, taking their time, reveling in the feeling. Carmilla swears she's never felt softer lips and Laura feels as though she is floating. Suddenly a sharp, burning pain erupts from both of them. They fall apart from eachother and hiss in pain, clutching their wrists, which begin to glow a soft red. The glow fades as well as the pain, and in its place stands two words, the same on each wrist. They walk over to each other, worry in their eyes. "Guess it's final, huh?" Laura attempts a small smile. Carmilla  grins and cups her face, kissing her softly. Laura pouts at the loss of contact as she pulls away, chasing her lips. Carmilla places one last peck and looks into her eyes."I'm not exactly complaining, sweetheart." Laura giggles and kisses her again, both of them forgetting the horrible situation for just a moment.
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          A while later, they lay in bed. Carmilla playing with Laura's hair as the latter draws patterns on Carmilla's bare stomach. "This us pretty fucked, isn't it?" Laura asks. "Mhmm." Is the only responce she gets. "What are we gonna do?" Ah, the dreaded question from earlier, before....yeah. "Well, I can't go back, or they'll kill me. And you can't stay here because they would ask questions as to why I hadn't returned from my last mission..." Carmilla looked to her soulmate. "We'll be fine, we'll just figure something out." Laura just nods.
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          They end up leaving. Laura suggested traveling the world as she could still write that way. A freelance travel journalist. Under an alias of course. When in public, they use fake I.D.'s and fake names. They are now Elise Bauman and Natasha Negovanlis. Despite their rough start, they fall in love pretty easily. It's been five years since they met and they absolutely made each other better. Carmilla as Natasha had become an artist as she has always dreamed of being. They made a few friends along the way and are happy with their lives. Though, one question that they always get, is why their wrists have the words,"Well, fuck" inscribed in red. Every time they're asked that they can't help but laugh, remembering how they met and fell in love.
Fin.
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Hope you like this quick one shot! I saw a prompt and based it slightly off of that.
-Wondernerd