Content Warning: Gore, Death You love to play games, hiding under the bed waking me up with pretty fangs in my neck Have you been waiting all these years Carmilla, my dear? i knew you before light, before time something ungodly promised you would be mine Angel of the tiniest death, leaving me shaking and struggling for breath how can someone so soft - sensitive, completely transform after sunset? If heaven won’t have you than they’re nothing holy, this creature or demon has shown me more love than anything given by those up above Hold my