Smile For Me

Chapter 4

“It’s nothing, just some krav maga classes gone wrong,” You say a little bit too chipper before trying to turn away from her, you don’t need to get babied by yet another person, it’s already bad enough that Danny does it—which reminds you that you need to talk to her about that soon.

You’re pushed out of your thoughts when you feel Carmilla’s fingers on your face; she cranes her neck to the left and moves the ruffled hair from your face, exposing the darkening bruise.

“Nice try cupcake… they don’t have krav maga classes here,” You believe she would never hurt you; you have to believe it, because the look on her face right now screams murder. Why is she getting so protective? It isn’t like you guys are close friends or anything, hell you hardly talk to each other, and when you do it’s mostly about classes.

“Who did this?”

“I don’t know… I never saw his face.”

She turns around and grabs her leather jacket that had been strewn across her bed post, you are able to hear the faint mumblings of, “I can’t fucking believe this,” and something else you can’t quite understand. Carmilla whips her jacket around and onto her body and starts walking to the door, seemingly forgetting about how she was being kind and caring for you only a couple of seconds ago. A sigh escapes your mouth and you turn around to face your computer again, once again feeling a little alone in this big adventure that was college.

(And quite sore, you make a mental note to ice your ribs after.)

“Cupcake,” you slowly spin around, she shuffles her feet before she speaks again, “you’re okay, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll live.”

“Good,” A genuine smile graces her lips and it’s the first one you’ve seen in a good few weeks, her face visibly softens, along with a hand that moves up to mess with her hair and as quick as it comes it leaves, replaced with the same anger from before… but once again it isn’t directed at you.

“Just… stay put alright. I’ll come back and help you ice the wounds.”

And before you can get out a thank you, she’s off. Girl on a mission, and you have to admit… it’s kind of hot. You turn back to your computer chuckling, if only your mum could see you now.

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Carmilla trudged through the thick snow that had fallen around campus, she had been to the spot where Laura was… harmed, and now she was following the faint scent of the guy that had been there that night.

Something about the smell was familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

The scent got harsher and she suddenly got a large whiff of it, she was close. She had to be close. Mother taught her to track down humans from the faintest scent, although she wasn’t the best at it, she could still pick up recent smells and follow them.

Talking.

No, laughing was coming from the building just a few meters in front of her. It wasn’t loud enough that passers-by would hear it, but thanks to her vampiric hearing she was able to.

“You should have been there man, such a thrill to have that much power!”

“Nah dude, I didn’t sign up to beat up people…” Silence. Carmilla had crouched behind some barrels, she tried to move closer and possibly get a better look at the guys, “You went overboard.”

“No I didn’t.” Carmilla could see the concern on the other guy’s face, she decided that harming him would probably be stupid as he obviously wasn’t there and didn’t want to hurt anyone, “Anyway, Mother wants her for the big sacrifice… so I just ruffled her feathers.”

Carmilla stood from behind the barrel, she finally picked the voice and scent.

“Will.” She growled out.

“Oh… hey kitty, fancy seeing you here.”

Another growl escaped her lips. She could feel herself losing control, anger swelled beneath the surface aggressively assaulting her mind, telling her to give in.

“Oh no… did I play with your toy?” A beat. “You know, you ought to keep a better eye on her… or something worse might happen to her.”

Carmilla felt her bones starting to crunch, her hands were clenched at her sides, violently shaking. She felt her fangs click down, and her eyes started to sting, Carmilla brought a hand up to wipe at her eyes, smearing the blood that was flowing out. She was sure that if someone was to walk in right now and see her, they would see a feral monster.

And on most days that is how she felt, and she hated it. But today she loves the feeling of losing herself to the creature inside, just like she’s going to love hearing his bones break between her teeth.

“Speaking of Laura, how are those ribs of hers?”

And then all of a sudden, she pounced.

A/N: Sorry a bit short, promise I'll try for a longer one next time. :) Also yay for writer's block going away!