Carmilla Story 74 Excerpt
Since you’re all such wonderful cupcakes, here’s a sneak peak of my @carmillabigbang story. It’s nearly 10k (still incomplete) and whatever may happen with this highly experimental structure, I love the setting/world and will probably use it again one day.
Four to stop infinity. Four to free the night.
The Word where fate is written down, the Heart of ancient’s fright.
The Sword that cleaves no flesh or blood but still can take its bite,
And when the stars come home again, the Love that’s writ in light.
The little hum that thrummed through the tiny room was enough to tell Laura that someone was flying the spaceship. Unbidden, her mind flashed an image of Carmilla swearing at the steering console. For a moment, it was almost comforting.
Laura pushed the feeling away.
Carmilla wasn’t allowed to be a comfort. She wasn’t Laura’s. Not anymore.
Thinking about Carmilla just lead to more pain. That was all she had left. The pain and the memories. Her hand shook even as she scrunched it tighter, the phantom feeling of a blaster in her palm. The heat as it fired. The buzz as the plasma flew. The smell of charred flesh, a hole visible straight through Guardian Vordenberg’s chest.
Days earlier, the ragged edges of a dragon’s chest, dripping silver blood until it’s gemstone heart fell to the floor with a rattle.
The gush of blood that poured from Danny’s throat, her Guardian uniform pristine until her red blood made a slow trail down the black fabric. The blood. The blood. Hot and acid and filling the hallways with the smell of iron as the sword in Danny’s hand fell to the ground. The black blade swallowing all.