@ifthestarsarewilling check this out!
bashed out a quick dr c fic for @ifthestarsarewilling! tagging @rocksanddeadflowers too since you put the post on my dash
read here on ao3 or below the cut, for dr carmilla being a hungry hungry vampire
if you enjoy it I would love to hear your thoughts!
âWeâre a couple weeks out from the nearest settlement,â Brian said.
âGood.â Carmilla tried to give him a warm, encouraging smile. Brian didnât meet her eye. âIs there any way we could get there faster?â
Brian tensed slightly.Â
âIf we go quickly we could get there in maybe a few days?â he glanced at Nastya for confirmation.
âNo, that would burn out her engines and cause damage. A week, minimum,â Nastya said in a thick sprussian accent, staring intently at the wall.
Carmilla nodded.Â
âA week, then.â She tried to project a lightness and confidence she did not feel, and ignored the way her stomach grumbled slightly. It would be fine. She only had to last a week, she could do this.
Maybe⌠maybe she would check again though. She walked out and to the supplies store. She rifled through various sections. Food. Chemicals. Forgotten trophies of conquest. Severed limbs floating in jars. No blood. Not a single drop, not anywhere.
âWhat are you doing, snooping around in here?â Ashesâ tone was not accusational, but it was a challenge. Rising to meet it was a mistake, she knew that.
âJust looking. Thought Iâd check what we have. Conducting an inspection, if you will.â Carmilla was grasping at straws here, she knew that. Her excuse sounded flimsy even to her.
âThe stores are my domain. I look after the stores.â Donât you trust me, their eyes seemed to say, a simmering anger beneath. Donât you think Iâm capable?
âYes, I know,â Carmilla replied lamely. âI just wanted to see for myself. Thatâs all. And I am Captain, after all.âÂ
She didnât like to pull rank, worried it made her look too cold, too authoritative, but what else could she do?Â
She knew it was a mistake the moment the words left her mouth. Ashesâ eyes narrowed, smouldering with anger, and Carmilla mumbled something, and fled. Why couldnât she ever do it right? Why wouldnât any of them like her? She was trying her best, couldnât they see that?
Tears pricked at her eyes as she slammed the door to her lab shut. She sat down heavily in the corner of the room, her stomach grumbling painfully. What was she going to do?
***
It had been several hours and, perhaps unsurprisingly, with nothing to distract her, the doctorâs hunger only intensified.
Maybe⌠maybe if she asked very gently, just for a small bite..? No. Absolutely not. That was not an option, unless she wanted them to dislike her more. No, she would handle this on her own. There was probably a way to synthesise blood in the lab, and she had plenty of chemicals. Sheâd ask the archivist, then. She would know. Itâs her job to know.
Mind resolved, Carmilla made to leave. After a momentary hesitation, the took the cane leaning against the doorframe. She was hungry and tired and she knew sheâd regret not having the extra support if she didnât use it.
She walked into the library, cane clicking rhythmically. She swept her gaze around, scanning the shelves for what she wanted, but she couldnât see anything. She wandered around the maze of shelves, checking Ivyâs usual hiding spots.Â
Eventually she found her, curled up in a secluded dead end of shelves. Ivy was snoring softly, book still loosely clutched in her hand. Carmilla sat down next to her. She couldnât wake her up, she knew demanding her services whenever she wanted with no regard for Ivy could lead to some unpleasant misunderstandings.Â
Carmilla would wait for her to wake up, she decided. She busied herself flicking aimlessly through a biology textbook. Nothing useful, of course. She zoned out and began to daydream of her next feed. She could practically taste the blood on her lips, and she licked her fangs hungrily. She looked at Ivy, sleeping so peacefully. So vulnerable. She imagined how it would feel, to sink her teeth deep into Ivyâs flesh, and drink, like her life depended on it. She wanted it, she wanted it so badly, to drink and drink until sheâd had her fill.
âWhat are you doing?â Jonnyâs voice was rough, and angry. He stood in the aisle of the shelves, fists tightly clenched at his sides.Â
Carmilla realised with a start she was fully bent over Ivy, her jaws mere millimetres from Ivyâs neck. She flinched backwards and stood quickly.
âNothing,â she said a little too fast. âI came to find a book.â That was mostly the truth, she supposed.Â
âGet away from her,â he said, voice shaking slightly with anger and fear.
âJonny, I wasnât-â
âGo away!â he said, raising his voice.Â
Something hard settled in her gut. She could be angry too. But she swallowed her own emotions and ducked her head slightly in a display of submission, and Jonny let her pass as she hurried away.Â
She was so, so hungry. Maybe she should go to bed. That might make her feel better. She entered her bedroom, and setting her cane aside, she clambered into bed. She couldnât seem to quite get comfortable, and it took a long time before she finally fell asleep.
***
When she awoke it was dark and the ship was quiet. The middle of Auroraâs night cycle, she supposed. But she didnât much care. She hugged her stomach. There was a sharp, intense pain, the hunger taking root deep within her. She needed to feed. She had to.
With a sleep-addled mind, she climbed clumsily out of bed, and followed the faint scent of blood that drifted unbidden through the air. She opened the door it lead to softly. Jonnyâs room. Of course. His bloodstained clothes reeked of his last killing spree. She didnât want that though, didnât want old, dried blood, she wanted, no, she needed real, fresh blood. She licked her lips, trying to satiate the dryness in her mouth.Â
She brushed Jonnyâs hair from his face tenderly. He looked so peaceful when he slept, so unlike the violent, angry boy sheâd come to know. Before she knew what she was doing, her teeth were sinking deep into the flesh of his neck, and she drank deeply, warm, metallic blood flowing down her throat, and it was like a breath he fresh air.
Jonny screamed and thrashed as he awoke, but it was not enough to push her away.Â
She retreated hastily as he retrieved the sixgun he kept on him at all times, quickly leaving the room and hiding behind the wall as Jonny fired erratically in her direction.
âSTAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!â he screamed.Â
âPlease,â Carmilla begged. âPlease, Iâm so hungry, Iâm so hungry,â
Jonny cried out and sobbed with pain as he desperately tried to stop the bleeding in his neck, but it was no use, blood spurting out from under his fingers as he died. Jony fell silent, and Carmilla knew she had to act fast, faster than his mechanism. She pounced on his prone form, and drank and drank until he had nothing left to give in a maddened feeding frenzy.Â
At last she pulled back, looking upon her work with horror, bloodstained and satiated. What had she done? What had she done?
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