A Chatty Confession And Getting To Know A Queen

"There isn't much to tell, really," I admitted, bringing the goblet to my mouth and taking a sip - it tasted divine - before continuing with a shrug, "I'll have to admit it now to avoid misunderstandings but I actually don't have any real memories before I woke up a few kilometers away from this castle. I saw the fighting and made my way over here, hopeful that someone could tell me where I was in the world," I admitted and Lenore stopped drinking herself and just looked over at me.

"...You mean to say you have no memories at all?" she asked, "Not who you are in the slightest?" her tone was suspicious but she no doubt could tell I wasn't lying. She just seemed to find it utterly odd that I had no memories.

Well, I wasn't exactly lying. I truly had no memories from THIS world. So I wouldn't mind being brought up to date by Lenore and the others.

Shaking my head, I gestured to myself, "Well, I know my name's Crowley. I think I was born in England. I have a distinct feeling that I was once a warrior of some kind, as using a sword doesn't feel foreign to me at all. In fact, I seem to be quite a good warrior with very keen combat instincts. Of course I know I'm a Vampire as well. Other than that...I only know very basic things about myself."

"Hm," Lenore brought a hand to her chin, holding it as she scrutinized me for a few seconds, "That truly is curious. I wonder what caused your memory loss..." she trailed off, seemingly speaking to herself before she shook her head, "It must have been quite severe to cause a Vampire to lose their memories. We're not quite as fragile as humans, after all."

"And you believe my words? Surely they must seem quite suspicious," I raised an eyebrow, genuinely wondering about her thought process.

Lenore smiled at this, answering with a confident look in her eye, "I traverse the treacherous politics between nations and have, over the decades, gotten quite good at spotting ulterior motives and lies. Though I can tell you're not being completely sincere with me, I can at least tell you hold no malicious intent toward us," she paused, taking a sip from her own goblet before looking over it and continuing, "Everyone has their secrets and I'll not have it be known that Lenore of Styria is some kind of hypocrite who won't allow people their secrets when she most definitely has her own."

"Well then," I lifted my own goblet, "To keeping secrets and allowing others to keep their own," I laughed, jokingly toasting to it. Lenore cracked a smile as well, lifting her own glass somewhat before finishing off what remained in her glass.

I did the same, the thirst easing somewhat but nowhere near fulfilled.

Looking down at the bottom of the empty goblet, I was about to offer Lenore a refill while I did my own but a confident voice rang out behind me, "Oh, I see you've met our guest, Lenore. And Crowley, I see you've met my sister*, Lenore."

(*A/N - Just to avoid any confusion, Lenore isn't actually Carmilla's sister. They just call each other sister to show how close they are to one another. Carmilla, Lenore, Striga and Morana are all a part of a quartet that rule Styria equally, and due to their overall closeness and similarity to an actual family, they call each other sister from time to time.)

Turning to look over my shoulder, I saw Carmilla and she even more of a knock-out out of her blood red armor.

She was in a similarly colored dress that loosely hung to her very voluptuous curves, matched with intricate golden shoulder pads that only reinforced the regal air she so casually carried with every step she took into the room we were in. The red heels she was wearing gave her a few inches in height, which would've put her around eye level to me if I were standing. There was something oddly beautiful about how her shapely legs look while she wore heels - supple yet tense at the same time, the perfectly toned muscles showing without taking away from the feminine softness obviously apparent in her physique.

Her previously ponytail was gone also, replaced with her straight hair let loose and cascading over her shoulders and over her chest with some of it going down her back, reaching her lower back easily.

Icy eyes met my own eyes, flicking to Lenore for a second as I saw what I felt was annoyance flash through them before it disappeared and she smiled over at me, lifting two bottles of red liquid.

The bottles were obviously high-quality - inlaid with gold patterns and gemstones of varying colors.

"I was planning to have a drink with you before I introduced you to the others but it seems Lenore beat me to it," she said, sparing the shorter ginger a meaningful glance, before looking back to me, "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, Crowley."

Shaking my head, I tried my best to dispel her potential worries, "Not at all, Carmilla, not at all. Besides, this was but an appetizer," I held up the empty goblet before gesturing to the bottles she held with it in hand, "All in preparation so I could fully enjoy the fine selection you've brought me without gulping it down before I could savor it."

I could practically hear Lenore smile despite not looking at her as she spoke, "This one has quite the silver-tongue. Be careful or you may be charmed, Carmilla," she teased and I gave a wry chuckle at the implication she was getting at.

Carmilla gave a blank stare to Lenore before scoffing lightly, "Worry about yourself, Lenore. I could practically smell the pheromones you're giving off from the other side of the castle," she countered - quite harshly, might I add.

"Projection is a worrying thing indeed, sister," Lenore answered in a sing-song voice and if she was annoyed or embarrassed at what Carmilla's words implied, she didn't show an ounce of it as she stood from her seat, "I'll take my leave for now while you two get more acquainted. Before I leave, Carmilla, you can hold your questions about who Crowley is - he doesn't remember anything beyond simple things about himself. He seems to be telling the truth about that, to some extent, as far as I can tell."

She spoke as if I wasn't here at all, but I didn't hold it against her. It was quite obvious that she'd been fishing for information from the get-go, so I knew she'd inform Carmilla of what I'd said.

If anything, I was betting on it. I'd rather not go through my explanation about my 'amnesia' twice.

Carmilla's face twisted in confusion for a second as she looked at Lenore before looking to me, "This isn't some sort of joke you two concocted, is it?"

"I wish it was," I shook my head, "I have a general understanding of who I am but beyond that, I'm quite clueless. I woke up a few kilometers from your castle and only came over to get answers. It just so happened that you needed help, so I did what I could," I answered honestly, keeping my explanation as concise as possible, scratching at my jaw as I continued, "I was hoping to ask some questions over a few drinks. No other ulterior motives."

I finished with a flirtatious wink and for a second, a devilish look flashed over her icy blue eyes, her expression becoming sultry as she stalked ever closer to me, bending over so that she was eye level with my sitting form and showing me a glimpse of her magnificent cleavage, "I'm sure I can answer whatever questions you have. Ulterior motives or not," she gave a husky reply.

The attraction between us was more or less palpable at this point.

I'm not talking fairy-tale 'love at first sight' bullshit. No, I'm talking pure animal attraction. Physical chemistry. We were both attractive and attracted to the other.

The sexual tension was so thick you could probably cut it with a knife.

"Right, I'll leave you two to it then," Lenore chuckled like a parent leaving her child and a member of the opposite sex alone in the house as she paced passed Carmilla and I, but not before she added, "Don't get seduced too easily, Carmilla~" she added with a teasing tone, causing Carmilla to roll her eyes.

"Fuck off, Lenore," she simply said, while the ginger Vampire practically skipped on her way, humming happily as she left. Carmilla seemed fed up with giving Lenore anymore attention and simply sat in the same seat Lenore had been using, putting the two fancy bottles on the table, "Please, don't mind her. She's simply a little childish when it comes to these things. She assumes everyone has as little self-control as her," she said this loudly - loud enough for Lenore to hear, which she did if her chuckle was anything to go by.

"It doesn't bother me," I waved a hand dismissively, laughing as I continued, "On the contrary, your dynamic is quite amusing to me, for some reason."

"Oh? Amusing, am I?" Carmilla raised an eyebrow at me, challenging my word choice, "Well, I live to please the mighty Sir Crowley," she pretended to curtsy before grinning and pouring herself a glass. She looked over at me, a seriousness coming across her face as she spoke, "Then, what do you wish to know about the current climate of Europe?"

Tapping my chin with a finger, I poured myself a glass with the other bottle before speaking up, "First up, knowing where I am would be nice."

"Austria," Carmilla answered speedily, taking a sip from her goblet before elaborating some more, "Styria to be exact."

"And the year?"

"1297 AD," she answered, swishing the blood in her goblet around skillfully as she slowly moved the cup in her hand

...So, about two hundred or so years until canon begins. Well, I'm glad I'm a Vampire for another reason, now. If I were a human, I'd be long dead by the time canon even began unless I messed around with some very dark magic to prolong my life - then I'd probably have the Belmonts or any other monster hunter hopped up on self-righteous indignity on my ass because I'd be classed as an evil mage or whatever.

I sat in silence, contemplating my plans moving forward while sipping on the blood at hand.

After a few silent moments, I looked over at Carmilla, my eyes calm, "I assume the forces we repelled today will be far from the end of things?"

She nodded, scowling in annoyance, "The humans know we're Vampires and are utterly terrified of us which causes them to lash out in classic human fashion, and the wolf people want Styria for themselves because they think it's lies in their territory or something equally as backwards and savage as they themselves are," the goblet in her hand groaned and creaked, as if it were about to shatter or break but Carmilla closed her eyes and let out a breath, the tension leaving her shoulders slightly, "But yes, this is far from the end. Which is why I recommend you leave before they come back - it would be quite a hassle to leave once a siege begins."

This surprised me. She wasn't going to ask for me to stay and help? Surely she needed the help. Was it pride that stopped her? Or gratitude that made her refuse to drag me further into this? Or is it both?

"Carmilla," I started, smiling, "Why don't I just stay here and help out? There's not much out in the world for an amnesiac Vampire like myself. I'll most likely get scammed within the first month and end up in some sort of indentured servitude," I joked, gaining a small smile from Carmilla, breaking the frown she'd been wearing. "At least if I stay here, I can educate myself on the going-ons in the world and at the same time, I can use my skills - it could allow me glimpses into my long-lost memories," I shrugged, throwing the suggestion out there despite knowing it wouldn't work.

"Crowley, as much as you offering means to me, I can't possibly ask you to stay and help out people you don't know--" I held up a hand to cut her off and she narrowed her eyes in annoyance at that.

I spoke up regardless.

"Carmilla, I already came out of nowhere and helped a bunch of people I don't know. Why stop now?" I asked, grinning. Wiping the grin off my face when I saw Carmilla didn't find it very funny, I continued with a more serious tone and expression, "I don't know why you're trying to turn me away instead of taking my help, Carmilla. Whether it be pride, or gratitude, or both, you need to know that if I want to, I can just sit outside your castle walls until you get fed up and finally let me in like some sort of lost puppy. I have a feeling that I have a talent of gaining the sympathy of others, you know?"

This cracked the seriousness in her expression, her red lips spreading in a smile as she sighed in an exasperated manner, "If I'd have known you were such a silver-tongued devil, I would've never let you into the castle in the first place," she joked, shaking her head before she leveled an intense look on me, "...Are you sure you want to stick around and help?"

I nodded, "Consider me a mercenary, if you want. You'll be paying me in food," I lifted the goblet, now half-empty, "And if you can, I'd like some tutoring on the state of Europe at the minute. See? We both get something. You get my help protecting your castle, and I get your help in trying to not look like an uncultured bumpkin. Give and take, where both of us have things to lose if we don't perform our side of the deal."

"I don't know if teaching you everything I know will make you sound less like an uncultured bumpkin, but I do love a challenge," Carmilla joked, cracking a smile as she lifted her goblet, gesturing for a toast, "Well, to a bountiful partnership."

Gripping at my chest, I put on a fake pained expression as I answered, "Oh, how you wound my undead heart, Carmilla. And here I thought you were a kind and gentle woman," I shook my head before chuckling and lifting my own goblet, leaning forward and clinking it with hers, "To a bountiful partnership."

Carmilla also chuckled before taking a drink from her goblet and speaking, "I'm many things, Crowley - a kind or gentle person is not one of them," she warned with a smile.

Returning her smile with one of my own, I gulped the last of the blood in my goblet down before answering her, "I'll keep that in mind but I'll continue to keep up hope that deep down you're a big ol' softie."

This got a guffaw from Carmilla who shook her head, seemingly in disbelief.

Then she went silent, putting her goblet down on the table as she traced the edge of the cup with her index finger while she looked down into the cup, "...I'm being serious, you know? If you hold up hope that I'm a nice person, you'll only be disappointed, Crowley. I'm a manipulative and frosty bitch. Nothing more, nothing less."

I stood up at this and walked next to her before sitting on the table right next to her. I took her hand from the goblet and held it softly, tracing a thumb over her knuckles and the inherent coldness of her skin - I was prepared for her to flip the fuck out and try and kill me...but that never happened. She just looked numbly up at me, her icy blue eyes lacking that same confidence they're had before. They looked lonely. Sad. On the edge of despair.

As per TV shows rules, emotional moments can apparently happen between people who barely know one another.

I don't know how much of this is attraction to me, therefore letting me get away with this sort of stuff, or whether her mental state is really low enough that she desperately needs comfort from someone other than her 'sisters'.

"I refuse to believe that someone with family like Lenore and Striga, and the fourth member I've yet to be introduced to, can be wholly bad. They both love you like family and you love them back in the same way," I said, still tracing my thumb other the back of her hand, "Even if you are manipulative and frosty, all I need to do is get on your good side and stay there. Simple, isn't it?" I asked her before looking down at her slender pale hand, "I'll be honest, I couldn't care less about your imperfections either. I'm quickly becoming fond of you. Your smile, your laughter, your voice, your eyes--I don't know why but I am," I shrugged, telling her the truth.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to Carmilla. She was incredibly beautiful. And she knew it. She flaunted it. Her confidence in herself made her even more attractive.

I'd been holding back any errant thoughts about her but the amount of times I'd nearly dumbly stared at her curves were embarrassingly high in amount. Whether it be natural chemistry or just pure desperation, something about Carmilla drove me crazy.

I was about to apologize and go and sit back down but before I could, a red blur straddled me and my lips were assaulted by full red ones. She was kissing me.

Huh.

...Of course I kissed her back. What do you think I am? Some sort of Japanese harem protagonist who can't do this sort of thing? Pssh, yeah, no. Now that the opportunity has arisen, I'm gonna take my chances kissing the somewhat morally ambiguous hot Vampire.

And boy was it a fucking ride.

First, fangs got in the way at first. Tonguing someone through their fangs was a challenged I'd never before experienced but Carmilla didn't seem plagued by the same problem and quickly showed me how it was done. I was a quick learner and soon learned the proper technique. Second, Carmilla's lips and mouth tasted absolutely wonderful - how much of it was based off of the blood still in her mouth from her drinking or whether her lips and mouth just naturally tasted wonderful, I have no idea. Maybe it was both?

Third--"Why'd you have to say such nice things to a crazy bitch like me? God, do you have any idea what effect you already had on me before you said all that? What kind of effect you have on me NOW you've said all those things?" Carmilla asked, somewhat breathless as she pulled back slightly. But only enough that our lips couldn't touch while leaning her forehead against mine, "You're in some real trouble now, Crowley. If you don't wanna do this with a mess like me, you better escape now otherwise you'll be done for."

She warned me. And honestly, for good reason. She was obviously a bit mentally and emotionally unstable. Normal people don't just throw themselves at other people they barely know because they said some nice things at the right time.

Carmilla was obviously very, very unusual. She, for all intents and purposes, gave off massive Yandere vibes.

...But I must have a few screws loose myself because that just seems so very hot to me right now.

Gripping her hips and pulling her toward me, planting her crotch firmly against my rock hard erection, I smiled as she yelped, her breath picking up as I did so, "I must be pretty crazy myself because I don't wanna escape at all--" I couldn't even finish the witty thing I wanted to say because she'd sealed my lips with her own.

Maybe I should've tried to escape the needy hot Vampire lady?

...Nah. Could I really be called a man if I ran away from this chance?