You’re welcome anon.
“Ooooh, light, I am going to catch you if it kills me!”
Laura makes another grab for the little ball of light, and once again it suddenly is far away. In any other scenario she’d be running the hell away from strange lights, but in her feverish, cold, half-delirious state, the logic was sound.
Fire is warm.
Fire emits light.
Ergo, light would be warm like fire.
Laura needs warm now. She’s been chasing this stupid light for almost a day now, even going down stairs.
“Wow. This must have been a mine. A tiny mine.” And Laura takes out her phone to tweet it. As she walks farther down the staircase, she sees the light again. Now it’s not moving. It’s just hovering.
She gets closer, and it still doesn’t move. Perry and LaFontaine were going to be so happy when she brings them back this warm light. Carmilla will probably be mad that she wandered off, but she’s grumpy all the time so Laura doesn’t really care.
Oh boy, her fingertips are less than an inch away if she stretches. It’s too dark to see anything in front of her but the light, and her phone is in her pocket. She goes to make another swipe–
–Laura is startled, and realizes as she stumbles that there’s a disturbing lack of ground as her foot goes forward. She wobbles on the edge for a bit before she feels a pull on the back of her jacket. The back of it rips off and Laura flails. Whatever is trying to pull her grabs her scarf instead, and Laura grabs the fabric in her hands desperately.
She feels herself being flung backwards and falls on her back, looking up at the faces of her friends.
“Laura honey, are you hurt?” Perry asks, kneeling to check for injuries.
“…Other than still being cold and sick and kind of bruised, I think I’m okay…”
“Laura, what the hell were you thinking?” LaFontaine exclaims, “Did the last few months tell you nothing about the possible dangers of strange light sources?”
“But…but…it was warm…”
“That’s because it was a will-o-wisp. They lead unsuspecting travelers to their deaths!”
And LaFontaine uses their phone as a flashlight, showing the giant chasm Laura was about to fall into.
“…If you guys were here, then where is…”
A giant black panther looks down at her now, and Laura gulps.
“Carmilla!” Laura sits up as Carmilla morphs back into a vampire.
“Cupcake, what is it with you and needing to be pulled away from the edges of giant pits?” Laura takes the vampire’s hand and is pulled up.
“I don’t know, I’m cold and feverish and sick and it seemed like a good idea at the time–”
Carmilla doesn’t let her finish, because she’s too busy pinning her against the wall and kissing her deeply.
“I thought–” Kiss. “You might have died–” Another kiss, holding her face in her hands, Laura entwining a hand in Carmilla’s hair. “You fucking idiot.”
Perry clears her throat.
“Give us five minutes,” Laura and Carmilla say.
LaFontaine rolls their eyes, but takes Perry’s arm and tells the two that they’ll be outside and they better no ‘take too long’.
“I’m sorry,” Laura whispers against Carmilla’s lips.
“Shut up and kiss me, cutie, we’ve only got five minutes.”
Laura grabs Carmilla’s hips and pulls her body as close to hers as she could. And she wonders why did I chase that light in the first place? Because seriously, this was even warmer and a lot more fun.