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"You see darling, if you were really going to kill me you would have found me years ago and done so." Carmilla kept her face stoic. "Oh don't be too excited to see me Carmilla."

Carmilla kept the Queen behind her, her sword drawn and at the ready. She stayed silent, observing her mother, whom she hadn't seen in centuries. "It really has been too long darling." The witch spoke. "Not long enough." Carmilla stated after a beat. The witch's face fell only for a second before she regained her smile. Taking a step to the left and craning her neck she looked beyond Carmilla "Who is this lovely lady you have hidden behind your back? Laura I presume?"

"That's Queen Laura to you." The tiny Queen challenged. The witch's smile turned even more wicked. "Ah yes. I was told by my darling boy William that you have a mouth on you. It's a shame you don't know how to keep is closed." Laura's face scrunched up in disgust. "William is nothing short of a swine." Carmilla's mother let out a terrible laugh. "Carmilla here has learned the hard way what getting on my bad side will get you. Let me teach you as well." With a wave of her old, boney hand Laura lost her ability to speak. From behind Carmilla she panicked, thinking it may be permanent. Carmilla took the opportunity to step forward and place her blade under her mother's chin. "Fix her." She said with malice dripping from her words. The witch smiled at her daughter. "I will once the adults finish having a little chat, if everything can be said and done peacefully. So far," She eyed the sword, "You're loosing."

Carmilla lowered her sword to her side, warily. "What do you want mother?" She said with a certain bite in her tone that she wasn't sure she would ever be able to get rid of. "I want to congratulate you on the baby." The hair's on the back of the vampire's neck stood up in an instant. "Is that all you came for?" She said hoping that her voice didn't give away how terrified she was of her mother being anywhere near the baby. It did.

The witch wasn't able to wipe the smile off her face. "You know me so well darling. Do you remember the little old beggar in the market all those moons ago? Well…" She gestured toward herself. "Of course I was in another form." Carmilla had a feeling. She never voiced it, tried not to think about it. The feeling still crawled just beneath the surface though. Behind her a tiny noise was heard, Laura no doubt, having a fit in her own mind about the news revealed to her. "Another form?" Carmilla spoke warily. "You didn't think I would stick to just this one did you? Oh no. I have many. This one never helped me out, you were always.. favored." She eyed Carmilla up and down with disdain. "Though I can't see why. Back in the day my beauty was no match for anyone's. Though I suppose I passed that gene onto you. Imagine my surprise when I found that my," She giggled for a second. "Not so little curse, backfired. You bed women. Queens at that."

Laura cringed at the witch's joke. A mother should never worry about who their child is sleeping with and shouldn't know about their child's… size. The joke was completely accurate, just not appropriate. Not the point Laura, the Queen scolded herself and again focused on the conversation at hand.

"That still doesn't explain why you're here." Carmilla said, her tone becoming impatient. The witch gave Carmilla a look that only a mother could master. "Do you remember what the beggar said?" She snapped her fingers and gave Laura a pointed look. "I believe you do Queen Laura." The Queen in question swallowed, reliving the moment in the market that still haunted her in her nightmares.

"She told me I needed to run, because the Black Knight would be the death of me. That his hands are stained with blood, he'd fill the castle with it." She gave a sheepish look up to Carmilla for a second, then looked back at the witch and continued. "That the blood would pour like rain. She sang that I was dead.. That the king didn't have a heart.." Her breath hitched. The former King had been a subject they avoided. "That everyone was dead. That he would be the end of myself and the baby." A few tears leaked from her eyes. These subjects were touchy and thinking about the fact that the witch has predicted most of that to be true was terrifying.

"Ah yes. She remembers well. Well a few things in my prophecy still haven't come true. That's why I'm here. I bring you a promise." Carmilla tipped her head up, eyeing her mother. No promise she could make regarding this subject could be good. "And what is that?" She asked.

"The Queen will die by my hand." Carmilla had her sword at the ready and Laura firmly pressed against her back in an instant. "You will not lay a hand on her!" She shouted, ready to cut her mother to pieces. "Relax Dark One, not yet. Why would I waste a perfectly good half human, half vampire child? Why would I destroy my grandchild?" Carmilla was seething and tense. Every inch of her being told her to obliterate the witch in front of her. "The child has done nothing to me. I'll wait." She laughed, "Until then my dear," She bowed. "Don't forget, your sins will catch up with you. Everything you've ever done. Magnified." Then with a snap of her fingers, she was gone. Laura, who had one hand over her mouth quietly sobbing and the other cradling her stomach, sunk to the ground onto her knees. Carmilla stood there, staring at the space her mother once occupied, praying to every god that they protect her family. She had enough sense about her to bend down and pick Laura up bridal style so she could carry her back to the castle. Back to some safety.

The entire time Laura's hands beat Carmilla's chest plate. Soft squishy hands met cool metal every few seconds. Carmilla understood Laura's reasoning. She was the reason that her life and their child's life was put into jeopardy. Was Carmilla guilty to begin with? No, but she did become a monster. Became the Black Knight. She didn't have to kill. She didn't have to rip people limb from limb. She did it for sport, for protection, in blind rages. She was unpredictable and terrible, at least she was before Laura. Now the two things she loved the most in the entire world were being threatened. All because she had to circum to the beast inside her.

Her inner cat growled in her chest, then yowled at the realization that it put its mate and its offspring into danger. A single tear rolled down Carmilla's cheek as she carried Laura through the castle, ignoring the questions from the guards, the maids, Perry, LaFontaine, Kirsch. She walked right past them, up the grand flight of stairs that led to a hall that led their room. She kicked open the doors laid Laura, who was still trying to beat her, down on the bed and finally grabbed her wife's wrists. The human had no strength compared to the vampires but was still able to move around, which told her Carmilla wasn't trying.

Through blurry eyes she looked up at her vampire and saw the brokenness written in every feature of her face. Her eyes lost the shine that she had worked so hard to place there, her mouth hung low in a frown. Her eyebrows were knit together in anguish. Laura stopped fighting her and instead broke free of Carmilla's hold and wound her hands around her Kings neck. She nodded when she saw the questioning look in Carmilla's eyes and was relieved when the vampire carefully folded herself into Laura. Carmilla sobbed loudly into Laura's neck and the human joined her.

For hours they laid in the bed, crying on and off. No words were spoken until finally after they both were all cried out Laura spoke up. "I'm sorry. For hitting you." Carmilla shook her head, "I understood why." Laura turned to her, being mindful of her pregnant belly. "We can fight her. There's no way she can pull this off. We'll just have a few guards on me at all times. When we're in here, you're my guard. We'll have four stationed outside. We'll never lock the door, give them easy access if we ever need them. We'll keep however many you deem fit in the throne room, no more guardless walks in the garden. When the baby is born we'll station guards outside of his room. Inside if we have to!"

Carmilla couldn't help her smile. "You still believe the child is going to be a boy?" Laura nodded, hands planted firmly on her belly. She reached over to grab one of Carmilla's hands and placed it on the side of her stomach. At first Carmilla was confused but then she felt it. A kick. The strongest little kick she's ever felt in her life and suddenly there was no witch mother. No worries in the world. Just herself and Laura feeling their child kick in her wife's belly. "Gods above there really is a child in there." She looked up into Laura's eyes with a smile on her face and in her eyes. Laura laughed, "Did you think this whole time I was just gaining weight?"

"Well from the amount you eat.." Carmilla trailed off, giving Laura a mischievous grin. The Queen made a noise of surprise. "Carmilla Karnstein I am growing your child inside of me. Nurturing him to be healthy and strong." Carmilla's eyes widened and she smiled, "Yes, you are my love. Thank you." She kissed Laura's nose and rose, bones creaking from being confined in the armor on her body and because her cat ached to be out and able to play with its mate. "I think I may need to let my cat out in the gardens for a bit." She spoke what was on her mind to Laura. The Queen sat up, scared to be left alone, "Do it in here." Carmilla looked up from taking off her armor with a cocked eyebrow. "Right here, in our bedroom? Laura have you forgotten how large my beast is?"

"Don't refer to him as that!" Carmilla's other eyebrow joined its partner in shock. "Him?" Laura blushed, "He has, you know, your parts." It dawned on Carmilla that her beast did have a penis and that there were no female qualities to the cat. Therefor it was a boy, physically. How odd I've never thought of this before, the vampire thought to herself. "Still, why would I let him out in the castle? That's asking for trouble."

Carmilla retracted her earlier statement. This was nothing short of the most delightful thing her cat had ever experienced. The large feline was laying belly up on the plush bed enjoying full body rubs from Laura. The cat's purrs were loud and insistent, it's body angling itself to get just the right spot for ultimate pleasure. The small human had a face splitting grin when she stopped rubbing and instead threw a pillow at Carmilla. At first the cat seemed alarmed but then it began to play with the pillow, throwing it up into the air and catching it with all four paws. It repeated this a few times before it threw the pillow up particularly high and batted its paws at the pillow, sending it flying towards Laura. It hit her, not too hard, in the face.

The Queen seemed shocked at first but then it was game on. "Oh, so that's how you want to play, huh?" She asked the cat, picking the pillow up and hitting it in its large nose. The cat scrambled to an upright position and gave Laura what it had hoped was a menacing glare. The former Princess knew better. "What are you going to do about it, huh?" She asked playfully. In an instant the cat had her pinned beneath it, being mindful of her pregnant belly. There was a look in it's eye that Laura recognized as predatory and territorial. "Uh, Carmilla?" She croaked.

In an instant the cat shrank and shifted back into a naked Carmilla, the look still in her eye. "You are mine, Queen Laura. To protect and serve." Then using her vampire speed, her lips were on Laura's. A moan immediately escaped the Queen's throat. Just as fast as Carmilla's lips were on her own, Laura was turned on. Her dress was torn, literally, off in the next instant.

Without much time passing, Carmilla was inside Laura. She was taking it slow and being gentle, scared of hurting the baby. In all the haziness in her mind, Laura still understood what this was. It wasn't fucking, although she enjoyed that too, it was love making. In fact it might have been one of the best times she had ever had, when they made love.

It meant so much to her.

She felt safe, though what she didn't realize was that she wouldn't feel that way for some time after that night.

So guy's. I tried to pull all stops in this chapter. I gave you threats, I gave you angst, fluff, smut, impending doom. What more is there to want? Let me know ;)