Wrong Room

Oh, crap! I'm in Carmilla's room! How the heck did I end up here?! I gotta get out of here or I'm dead!

As if my feet are made out of feathers, I tiptoe to not make any sound, making my way back to where I came from. My heart is pounding so fast. I'm scared and nervous that she might wake up. If that happens, I'm dead! This is the most unfortunate thing that has happened to me. Of all the places, why this place?

Argh! I can't open the door anymore! It just became one with the wall and disappeared! Never mind. There has to be a window or door somewhere. But I'm afraid to walk around. I might step on something and make an awfully loud noise.

"I'll open it for you if you like."

I answer in a whisper, "Oh, why, yes. How kind of you to—"

*Sigh*

Hehe, that's it. . . I'm finished.

"No?" she asks.

The whole room suddenly becomes bright from the violet-fired candles and torches. This is a large room than I initially thought. Gold and gemstones are shining everywhere. This room is a luxurious wonder if not for the corpse lying on the ground. A blood puddle spread on the floor around it as well.

My back is against the wall, keeping my distance from Carmilla as she leans forward, nearing her face at me, sniffing. She has to stand on her toes because of how short she is. She's wearing a nightgown with a questionably thin fabric. Her underwear is visible.

She grabs my chest plate with her crushing grip and takes it off forcefully, her claws easily piercing through steel. It clatters on the floor somewhere far.

I imagine if that's how easily she can pierce through thick armor, my flesh would be nothing but soft jelly. I'm petrified, cannot move. Then she sees for herself as she lifts my shirt. My identity is now exposed by the worst person in the castle.

"I see," she says then chuckles. "So, you're the one that's been causing all that commotion." Turning her back, she walks towards a desk. Because of how thin her dress is, her black underwear is visible. I'd rather look elsewhere. "What's more interesting is that you're an Anthropa." She sits on the chair and brushes her hair in front of a mirror. I see her gazing at me in the reflection. "Tell me, what's your name?"

I shouldn't tell her. Why should I? There is no benefit in telling her.

"Don't be timid," she says. "I'm merely asking for your name, that's all." As she brushes her hair, a blooming fragrance of flowers sparse into the open air.

"Why should I tell you?" I ask to buy time. She must have a motive so I'll make sure I don't spill anything, especially about Algron's plan.

For a moment, she stops brushing her hair and smiles at me in the mirror. "Such a paranoid. You know, telling your name won't reveal whatever it is you were plotting."

After being done with her hair, she lights a cigar. The smell of it is flowers. That explains her strong scent. She walks back to me with a cunning gaze.

"Come on," she says, looking up at me.

I'm worried that she might hypnotize me if I look into her eyes. So, I just look past and over her head. She exhales smoke at my face.

*Cough*

That's strong! Ugh!

I turn my face to the side and she licks my neck. "Can I. . . have a taste of that. . . Anthropic Blood?" she asks. "It has been thousands of years. I forgot how it tastes."

All I could is shake my head slowly. I know that she's gonna kill me as soon as I turn into an Anthropa. Try feeding a hungry beast a small slice of meat. It won't be enough and will eat you because you're a bigger piece of meat. There will be nothing left. Even the bones will be eaten.

Her fangs are bared as she stares into my eyes, waiting for the moment. She looks a lot like Nisha but her eyes are gold.

"No," I say, mustering up the courage to glare at her. Even if she's a hundred-fold stronger than me, it doesn't stop me from showing a little bit of courage to protect my life.

"Very well," she chuckles. "The Rave Queen sent you here, didn't she?" No, but I refuse to answer. "She despises me, and I despise her. We always send each other 'messages' such as this. And I'm not afraid to return the favor." She grabs my chin and shakes it as if I'm a child. "We have such a good relationship, wouldn't you say?"

After letting go, she turns her back on me. Her hands are behind her back as she smokes her cigarette with her mouth. All the while, I'm thinking of a way to get out of here. I can't through the door so the window it is.

I'm successful in catching her off-guard as I charge at the window. But she just watches me with a smirk on her face. What's with her? I'm going to escape and she's not gonna do anything?

With all force, I hit the window shoulder-first. ARGH!!! My shoulder bone breaks instead! On the ground, I cry in pain while she cackles.

"Leaving so soon?" she asks. "You haven't even answered my question." Pulling my hair, she makes me face her as she squats. "What's your name?"

The door opens and comes in Nisha.