( look, a lady never loves admitting her actual age, but in this instance perhaps it's fair enough to give an approximate. Carmilla pulls hand through dark hair and shrugs. ) You stop counting after the first few centuries. ( so suffice to say... older than she looks, since she died on the night of her 18th birthday ball, murdered in cold blood. why was every vampire origin story always hopelessly tragic?
as for vampires hiding what they were, well... ) I hide it from humans, sure. But what's the point with other vampires? We've got enough to worry about, we don't need to be tearing each other apart, too.
( Carmilla also is more often than not used to being surrounded by her mother's cabal of undead minions, who she would never trust as far as she could throw them, but there was also no point in hiding the obvious. the fact she was her mother's favorite was no small secret to anyone, which her mother did plenty to foster and all her undead peers delighted in resenting her for, despite the fact being her mothers favorite could not be any less of a prize if it tried.
more importantly, she's used to Mattie, who she does trust. she's never really had an opportunity or frankly a desire to be that kind of figure to someone else, mostly because all her mother's newly turned flunkies hated her and were gormless morons that could be easily bent to nefarious plots. Caroline is completely and blessedly unattached to all of that... or her mother finally recruited someone start enough to know what they're doing, and she doubts that. Lilita was a master manipulator but surely even she had her limits, and hopefully getting in on the ground floor of multi-universe machination.
and if that's what this is, well... Carmilla figures she's seen her mothers games enough to spot it sooner or later. until then, she'll give the undead cheerleader the benefit of the doubt. they've made it to a dispenser and it's as easy as a few button clicks to get some blood. ) Our robot overlords seem to understand some of us have unique dietary restrictions. Easier than trying to compel a snack, even if it tastes two weeks old.
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as for vampires hiding what they were, well... ) I hide it from humans, sure. But what's the point with other vampires? We've got enough to worry about, we don't need to be tearing each other apart, too.
( Carmilla also is more often than not used to being surrounded by her mother's cabal of undead minions, who she would never trust as far as she could throw them, but there was also no point in hiding the obvious. the fact she was her mother's favorite was no small secret to anyone, which her mother did plenty to foster and all her undead peers delighted in resenting her for, despite the fact being her mothers favorite could not be any less of a prize if it tried.
more importantly, she's used to Mattie, who she does trust. she's never really had an opportunity or frankly a desire to be that kind of figure to someone else, mostly because all her mother's newly turned flunkies hated her and were gormless morons that could be easily bent to nefarious plots. Caroline is completely and blessedly unattached to all of that... or her mother finally recruited someone start enough to know what they're doing, and she doubts that. Lilita was a master manipulator but surely even she had her limits, and hopefully getting in on the ground floor of multi-universe machination.
and if that's what this is, well... Carmilla figures she's seen her mothers games enough to spot it sooner or later. until then, she'll give the undead cheerleader the benefit of the doubt. they've made it to a dispenser and it's as easy as a few button clicks to get some blood. ) Our robot overlords seem to understand some of us have unique dietary restrictions. Easier than trying to compel a snack, even if it tastes two weeks old.