Chapter 3

                                    

                                          
Two hours later and 20 questions had turned into way more than 20 questions. Well, it's not like they were going by the rules, anyway.
                          
"And there I was. Pigtails and all and I say, 'I have proof Mr. Vice-Principal, that you have been embezzling from the fourth grade candygram fund!'"
                          
"You're kidding me," Carmilla raised a perfect eyebrow at the blonde. 
                          
"Nu-uh. Totally serious here." Carmilla couldn't fight the smile that made it's way on her face but was trying to fight a laugh at the image of Laura in pigtails, scolding the Vice-Principal. The key word her is 'trying' because when Laura made eye contact with her, she couldn't hold it in anymore and broke out into a loud laugh. Her shoulders shook, and her body doubled over into the laugh. 
                          
Laura thought it was the best sound she had ever heard.
                          
The blonde was quite possibly the most adorable person she had ever met. She was like a tiny ball of happiness, like the universe hadn't ruined her, or broken her soul, despite what she had already been through in her life. 
                          
They both just sat there laughing. There had been a few more serious moments, and a good amount of laughing. The blonde often laughing more freely than the brunette.
                          
Another round of questions was about to start when suddenly Carmilla's eyes start to glow red. She backs away, flustered, some of the stuff fulling of the bed as she holds her head in her hands like it pains. "Carmilla! Are you okay? WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO YOUR EYES?!" Laura asks, voice full of concern and even a bit of fear.
                          
"No, I--there's something I haven't told you..." the person in question admits, eyes wide, and voice slightly trembling. 
                          
"Carm, you can tell me anything." Laura says softly, and puts a hand on her shoulder. 
                          
"No, Laura, this is different." She replies, and runs a hand through her dark locks, while her eyes glow redder by each passing second. She's contemplating whether or not to tell her when they hear huge crash outside the window, urging them both to look outside and see a blonde with red highlights, wearing just a towel, being dragged away by long, dark arms. The girl and the pair of arms disappear into the lake beside Silas.
                          
Carmilla turns to look at Laura and, as predicted, she looks horrified.
                          
"What the hell is that thing?? We need to call 911 right now--" Laura runs to get her phone from the desk, but Carmilla grabs her hand. She is surprised by how strong she is.
                          
"Laura, no. We have to handle this alone. The police don't know anything about banshees." She says, and looks at her with sad eyes. Laura notices that her eyes are back to their normal colour.
                          
"Banshee? What in hogwarts is a Banshee? Carmilla, how do you know about that thing? I need answers, please." Laura looked into Carmilla's eyes, hoping for answers. Finally, Carmilla sighed and sat on the bed and motioned for Laura to sit down with her. 
                          
"It's a long story. Let me just say that I'm sorry for getting you into this, but now you're involved and I might as well tell you all of it. Try to keep up," She took a deep breath and Laura took her hand in hers and intertwined their fingers. Carmilla smiles and continues, "It all started when the banshee uh... it uh- it killed my father. You see, banshees need to feed, and this one just so happened to pick my daddy for a feast. I've been looking for this one for a long time now, and I've finally found it. That banshee will be dead, and my father will be avenged," the rage glistened in her dark eyes. 
                          
"How do you think you can handle that thing? I mean, it's clearly got supernatural powers, and this isn't the first time it's killed someone. Is there something you're not telling me?" Laura asked, while tracing patterns on the back of Carmilla's hand. 
                          
"Yeah. Laura, this isn't something I was planning on telling you anytime soon, but you deserve to know. Well, it's probably better to just show you." Carmilla opens her mouth, revealing her pearl-white teeth, but something isn't normal. Her fangs slowly retract, like tiny daggers thirsty for blood.