One moment, Carmilla's bed was empty (and unmade, because that required more effort than Carmilla was willing to give). A second later, Carmilla herself appeared, struggling with a writhing mass of rose vines. She had them clutched in one hand, holding them away from her body so the thorns couldn't scratch her more than they already had ( Read more... )

"Leave a message. I"ll get back to you some time."

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