Laura was three or four years old at the time and playing contentedly in a sandbox when they first met, though there was nonwaynshe remembered it. Her dad had been momentarily distracted and the little girl had just been sitting there all alone and Carmilla couldn't resist comforting the beautiful child.
"It's alright. I'm sure he'll be right back. It's all okay." Carmilla reassured her, amazed at the trust in the baby's eyes. She was much too young to understand the things that Carmilla was capable of, of what she was. But then again, maybe that wasn't the case because here they are, fifteen years later and Laura understands, but is still looking at her with those same trusting brown eyes and telling her that she doesn't care...never did care. That she only cares about who Carmilla really is.
