Carmilla sipped a fine goblet decorated with gold trim and rubies, the sweetest virgin blood quenching her endless thirst for the time. A long red nail brushing her silky shoulder long white hair away from her face as she gazed out over her castle. The view of the snowy Styria she ruled.
"I should have more blood from young girls. It tastes fantastic." she mused to herself. Her long backless red dress trailing behind her on the floor, a slit up to the knee revealing her slender pale legs as well as her golden high heels. Detached sleeves covering her ghastly pale arms, sharp painted red nails hard to miss. Her complexion sickly pale but without blemish. Her face was slender, it would have been beautiful were it not for icy eyes that viewed everyone beneath her with hatred, they paired with a set of sharp fangs that revealed her true nature as the vampire queen of Styria. She brought the cup to her ruby lips before the nectar of life could touch her one of the battlements erupted into flame before her eyes. The flames bursting through the stone in a second, the clear sky turning to a thunderous storm, lightning striking her vampire and human soldiers alike, reducing them to ash. The screams echoed through the courtyard all the way to her tower.
"Fucking wonderful." she groaned in annoyance. She slammed the blood back till there wasn't a single drop in the cup. She watched as grotesque bat creatures descended from the air, blasts of lightning shooting from their hands. Her eyes shot to the ground with the sound of weapons clashing together, she could see the gleaming white armour of her soldiers, fighting them were more monstrous bat creatures. These ones lacked wings in favor of armour, large shields decorated with what looked like a monster vampire face and large swords almost as long as their towering users. She could see even experienced soldiers who had served her for hundreds of years being cut down with ease by the invading freaks. A knock brought the vampire back to her room, turning to see who it was. The door clicked open, revealing one of her "sisters", Morana only for her to crumble to dust before the queen's eyes. A foot stamped down onto the dust that remained of one of Carmilla's closest friends, her blood boiling as she watched the person enter with a titter. The person who dared to intrude and kill her sisters was a woman with silky black hair, pale white skin but not lifeless like her own. A red leather dress that looked almost like armour, a flowing matching cape, glaring golden eyes staring daggers into Carmilla. The woman's armoured dress covered most of her save for her abundant chest, which contrasted Carmilla's flat body. The woman was followed by four of the hideous beasts, two of the skinny winged creatures and two of the bulky armoured ones.
"And who the fuck are you?!" Carmilla snarled.
The hideous creatures turned to her with snarls and hisses. The woman ignored their growling.
"I'm the woman who you've been disgracing the name of."

"The fuck do you mean by that?" Carmilla growled at the robed woman.
"Be silent whore! Our mistress is speaking, and you will listen!" one of the armoured freaks snapped. Their master ignored him again, slowly striding into the room with a grin that revealed a set of fangs much like Carmilla's.
"My name is Carmilla Karnstein. Founder of the brotherhood of light, the first and queen of all vampires, Lord of shadows and princess of darkness. Unlike you, I can actually achieve something on my own. Or at all." the woman taunted.
"Enough talk!" Carmilla wasted no time shooting forward to attack the imposter. Her crimson claws aimed for her throat, but they never found their mark instead stopping mere inches from the soft flesh. One of the bulky armoured creatures had its hand wrapped tightly around her supple wrist.
"No one harms the mistress!" it barked, its already tight grip snapped against her wrist with a crunch. The queen of Styria let out a scream of agony as her bones shattered under the monster's hand, before the wail had finished leaving her throat, she was flung through the air, crashing into one of the rooms of the castle. The stone crumbled to dust under her body, blood spat from her mouth as her insides crumpled from the attack.
"How pathetic, she can't even endure an attack from a vampire as weak as you, Lestat." the second armoured creature cackled.
"Cram it, Louis," the brute snapped. Carmilla burst from the wall enraged at their disrespect, at their gall, their actions. They had invaded her castle, killed her men, killed her sister, and now they mocked her? She was done.
"I am Carmilla, and I'll kill the fucking lot of you!" she screamed, a scimitar shot from the desk at the other side of the room landing in her hands. She sprung forward to strike the creature that had attacked her only for one of the winged ones to block her sword with a little dagger.
"Thank you, Serana. But I think I've seen enough." the imposter in red smiled. She raised a hand towards Carmilla, a blast of lightning leapt from her hand striking the queen dead in the chest with another scream that echoed across the castle. Carmilla's body convulsed in pain, her nerves searing to the point of uselessness, her blood boiling out of her body, her vision blurring, all accompanied by the smell of burning flesh and sizzling meat. Eventually, the shock came to an end, Carmilla slumped to the ground with a weak whimper.
"Damn, I think I overcooked her. Oh well." the self-proclaimed lord of shadows chuckled as she levitated over to Carmilla, her silky hand caressing over the queen's cheek with a toothy smile.
"I could drink your blood, but I bet mud would taste better than it. However, your body might be a better meal. It's been a long time since I actually ate anything."

The lord of shadows clasped her hand around Carmilla's throat, hefting her into the air. Carmilla's feet kicked weakly through the air, her body hanging limply in the woman's hand.
"How pathetic. You couldn't even fight my weak children. A disgrace to vampires. If the vampires of this universe are this weak, then I have no doubt we'll do what you only dreamed of. Albeit for a better reason than your jealous incompetence." the woman taunted. The lord of shadow's tongue flicked out of her mouth, licking across Carmilla's pale white flesh.
"Salty, but a bit creamy. Frankly better than I expected." the woman tittered. The woman's lips opened impossibly wide, saliva dripping onto Cramilla's face, her hair sticking to her head. She could feel the cold breath on her face, the scent of rot almost making the queen wretch. Her face was overcome with cold and wet skin. The flesh enveloped her head, Carmilla bellowed in rage, her hair clinging to her body. She couldn't see what was happening. She could feel something slapping over her face, tracing down their neck, liquid trickling over her body.
"What are you doing, you bitch!" Carmilla screamed in rage. The woman's mouth passed over Carmilla's shoulders, Carmilla's golden pauldrons not providing any resistance for her attacker. The woman passed over Carmilla's flat chest with a cackle, Carmilla knew what the bitch was thinking.
"Oh, how pathetic she must be, to have such small tits. I'm a bimbo with boobs bigger than my head. I can get any man or woman I want." her blood boiled thinking about it. She forced all the strength she had into a kick, her feet slammed into her attacker with enough force to shatter bone with ease. She felt the woman stagger but otherwise have no reaction to the attack. A loud swallow almost deafened the vampire queen as more of her body was dragged into the woman's gullet, her head passing into the revolting gut. She could smell rotting meat, stagnant blood, she wanted to vomit even more than when the woman's mouth had first enveloped her. Her good arm tried to slash at the insolent invader, her claws bounced off the woman's clothing uselessly, her futile kicking not doing anything.
"She doesn't shut up, does she?" a voice grumbled from the room.
"She just keeps yelling about who she is. Her ego is endless. Good thing our mistress is ridding this universe of her." a woman's voice laughed.
Carmilla hadn't even realized she had still been screaming that she would kill them all even as she was being devoured by this freak of nature. The woman in red passed over Carmilla's slender hips, what was once a pride for the vampire was now assisting in her demise. The woman tossed her head back, Carmilla's legs flailed helplessly down the woman's gullet. Soon, her kicking feet were all that remained.
"This can't be fucking happening? This isn't possible! I'm Carmilla! The fucking queen of Styria! How can I be dying? And like this? Eaten alive by some damn bitch with boobs bigger than her brain?" Carmilla snarled in rage as her body crushed her. The gut growled to life. A final swallow sent the last of her to the revolting stomach.

"Good job, mistress." one of the vampires cheered to their master.
"Good riddance to a waste of blood and a disgrace to your name." another laughed.
"To think she bore your name. If the vampires of this world are this weak we'll be able to take this world in a week. I bet even their Dracula is weak." another sniggered. Their master turned to the vampire who had made the comment with cold eyes that sent a shudder of fear up his spine.
"No matter what universe we come to, never underestimate Dracula. He's a large enough threat to bend the multiverse and all of time around him. He is not one to be underestimated. Even if he isn't Gabrial." she turned away from the trembling vampire, her hand rubbing across her engorged belly.
"I must admit, you tasted good. Now I can just relax while I digest your body and soul. There won't even be an afterlife for you. Just extra meat on my body. But where to put you? Then again there's so little of you, you might not even add to me. What a pathetic waste you are, but at least you tasted good. Probably the only thing you ever did right was be food for a better and stronger vampire. But don't worry, I'll look after Styria now." the new Carmilla taunted her victim. She could feel the disgrace to her name struggle weakly inside her.
"Our orders mam?" one of her children asked calmly.
"Any that resist are to be killed. If they surrender take them prisoner and we will see if they are worth keeping around. The only one I want safe is the forge master. You are to capture him but not harm him, treat him kindly since I have no doubt this useless version of me probably marched him from Romania all the way here, beat the hell out of him and locked him in a cell to rot. That or had one of her lackeys turn him into a pet given that leash."
"And the one in crow armour screaming like a maniac?" one of the winged vampires asked.
"She's gone berserk. I have no use in madwomen. Send Orlox to put her down" Carmilla gazed down at the courtyard currently plunged into chaos. Just as the vampire had said there was a towering woman in black crow armour wielding a cartoonishly large sword currently fighting several of her children. Screaming madly all the while.
"How annoying this will be. But I do like this castle." Carmilla chuckled.

Inside the putrid gut, Carmilla thrashed weakly. She could feel her skin starting to sizzle for the second time tonight. She could only assume it was stomach acid that was stripping her crispy flesh away from her body. Carmilla couldn't even muster the strength to scream in rage or pain. Her body crushing her from above leaving her helpless, the stomach seemed to sap any energy she had, what will she had diminished by the second. Her white hair dissolved off her scalp, her dress burning into her skin, her flesh peeling from her bones.
"This can't be how I die." Carmilla whimpered weakly. She had survived centuries on this miserable earth, fought tooth and claw for everything she had, struggled every night of her unlife. But here she was, dying a pathetic, miserable death, unable to even fight back, unable to even scream in pain as her bones snapped inside her body, as her flesh burned off her body. She was going to die, her legacy erased and everything she'd built destroyed.
"This can't be it for me! No one will even mourn me." the vampire whimpered pitifully. She knew if Striga learned she had died, she wouldn't care. Striga's rage would be for the destruction of Morana. Lenore had her pets, assuming she was even still alive, but knowing her, she would have been the first to be slain. She knew her soldiers wouldn't give a damn about her death, they'd serve their new lord without question or be slaughtered. Even her harem wouldn't mourn her, they only served her out of fear. No one would cry for her. No one would miss her.
"I don't want to die!" she sobbed weakly, bloody tears trickling down her cheeks.

Carmilla thrashed weakly as her body dissolved, her arms melting away, her bones crumbling to dust, her eyes liquifying out of her head. Her legs dissolving slowly, waiting for more of her to melt before they could fall into the acid that burned her body to nothing. Just as her murderer had claimed, even her soul burned away. Soon there was nothing left of her but fat on her killer's stomach and rear.

"I must ask. Was such a horrible death really necessary? She may have disgraced your name, but she was still a vampire lord. She could have been useful." A woman with blonde hair asked calmly, unafraid of her master.
"Yes. She was a mad old woman. I kill mad old women and take their things. But I will also build, unlike this crass buffoon." she slammed a hand against her bloated belly with a toothy smile. "Though I must admit, I like this castle. It has more charm than anyone who lived here." Carmilla laughed as she looked out over the white stone castle from the tallest tower.
"Now, let's see what we can do with this world." Carmilla chuckled. She stopped suddenly, her body doubling over.
"My lady!" the blonde woman screamed in fear.
"Mistress!" the lesser vampires trembled seeing their master doubled over for the first time.
Carmilla wretched, something forcing its way up her throat. Whatever it was clattered to the ground with a clink. Carmilla shuddered before reaching down to retrieve the thing. A silver ring with an angular face and a single tear. Carmilla wiped the gastric juices off on her cape before slipping the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly as if it was made just for her. In a way, it was, just a different version of her.
"Well, if you aren't going to make me sexier, it was at least nice of you to leave me this ring." the lord of shadows laughed.

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loath the anime castevania's carmilla. I love the book version as one of my favorite vampires ever and liked the LOS version quite a bit but I hated everything about the anime carmilla. So I thought up this idea. Time for carmilla to learn just how useless and weak she is.
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