Send me Carmilla universe prompts and I will write an ask-box fic.
If Laura was a different kind of person, she would probably have stopped believing in happy endings by this point. In fact, if she was a different person entirely she might even go so far as to think the universe was cursing her in particular by refusing to let her be happy for more than two hot seconds.
Her beautiful, amazing, asshole of a vampire roommate finally started acting like a person towards her, and then she runs off a cliff. Said beautiful asshole comes back from the freaking dead, only for their university campus to become uninhabitable, forcing them to flee. They finally reach civilisation after days of stumbling though snowy mountains with no supplies worth speaking of, and her father insists on whisking her away from her amazing, self-sacrificing possible-girlfriend before they have time to so much as discuss that very possibility.
You can see why it would be easy to think the universe has it out for Laura in particular.
Her father is pulling his stern-and-disciplinary act, and Laura is giving him the silent treatment, so the ride home is mostly full of strained silence. Laura spends most of her time wondering what Carmilla, Perry and LaF are doing. Mostly Carmilla though.
She has a lot of time to consider the subject. The whole car ride to her childhood home, and then the whole time she takes changing into some of the clothes she had passed over taking to Silas with her, and then the whole of dinner. Needless to say, by the time she is trudging upstairs to change into pyjamas and go to bed, she has countless theories as to where Carmilla is and what she is doing.
In none of them, however, had she imagined Carmilla to be sprawled on her bed.
‘Carm? What are you doing here?’