No Matter How Dark It May Be, There Is Redemption

This Is War

“Oh my god what the hell?”

Carmilla grabbed the nearest thing near her and flung it at whoever was speaking and disturbing her slumber.
“Carm, my phone!”  Laura screamed.

“Caught it, got it, it’s fine,” the offending voice said, reassuring Laura.

Carmilla finally opened her eyes and saw that she had accidentally thrown her phone at Danny, who caught it and was handing it back to Laura, who cradled it like her baby.

“Uhh, what happened here?” Lafontaine asked, indicating the fact that Laura and Carmilla had apparently slept the whole night on the floor.  “You two do know there are three perfectly good beds upstairs, right?  I know for a fact one of you lives here.”

Laura gave a small chuckle and poked Carmilla, who was slowly falling back asleep.  “Guess the carpet was more comfortable than I thought.”  Carmilla grumped and rolled over, facing Laura and away from the small group entering the house.

“Danny and Kirsh texted us so we met up with them outside the café and drove back here,” Perry explained.

Laura bounced up, basically trying to crush Danny in a hug. “I’ve missed you so much!” she squealed.  Danny laughed and hugged Laura back.

Carmilla remained lying on the ground half-asleep as Laura got Danny and Kirsh settled in while Perry and Lafontaine prepared breakfast. Eventually she heard footsteps she identified as Laura’s approach her.  “Carm, breakfast is ready,” she whispered, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

“Unless you guys have made stew with blood in it, or something with blood sausage, I don’t care,” she huffed, flashing Laura a smile to let her know she was joking.

Laura responded with just a pout.

“Oh my god, cupcake, save it for when it’s a life-or-death situation,” she said, standing up and joining the others in the kitchen.

Perry had prepared a relatively standard breakfast – eggs, both scrambled and sunny-side up, bacon, toast, and some hashed potatoes. Carmilla had some leftover blood in a thermos from their run-in with the Gingerdead Lady.  Laura also had a pack of cookies by her, which she would randomly eat from at her leisure.

“So, uh, are you guys gonna tell us what happened?” Danny asked, gesturing with her fork at Laura’s bruised hand.

“Oh, right, how’s it feeling?” Carmilla asked, internally kicking herself for not having asked sooner.

“It’s stiff and it hurts, but nothing I can’t handle,” Laura said, giving Carmilla a smile to thank her for asking.

“Okay, but you know what it looked like to us when we walked in on you dudes, right?” Kirsh asked.  “It looked like you and vampire-hottie had a fight and you punched her and then you both just knocked each other unconscious.”

Danny nodded.  “Hence me asking ‘what the hell’ when we woke you guys up.”

Carmilla scowled.  “Are you guys insinuating that if Laura and I got into a physical altercation, she’d get a punch in and I wouldn’t leave any marks on her?”

Lafontaine laughed.  “Have you seen Laura? Girl’s got mad skills.” Carmilla nodded to accept their point.

The rest of the meal went by filled with small talk and catching up on the events since the tremors chased most of the group from the campus.

As the meal came to an end, Perry offered, “Oh, Lafontaine, we should tell them what we found out!” as she cleared the table of dirty dishes.