Loki saw Carmilla was holding Angel in her arms, heated waves dancing like curly guardian ghosts from a fireplace behind them.
“My craving is growing stronger,” Angel whispered to Carmilla, wrapping his arms around her waist. Loki saw the veins on Angel’s arms and neck throbbing. ”The blood of animals isn’t quenching my thirst,” Angel told her.
Carmilla, with her hands tangled up in his curly long hair, pulled him closer, not knowing what to say. She pulled his chin up and kissed him, trying to help him deal with his pain. Next to Loki, Snow White fought a trail of tears seeping from her eyes. Loki wanted to hold her close in his arms—he had wanted to do that for a long time—but he was afraid she’d snap at him or burst into tears. He didn’t want to stir any emotions so his presence wouldn’t be manifested in the Dreamworld. He couldn’t risk being seen.
As they were kissing, Angel did what evil men—who don’t necessarily chose evil—did. Smoothly, he moved his lips toward Carmilla’s neck, and drew out his fangs.
Angel raised his head up a little, preparing for the bloody dive into Carmilla’s neck.
Although this was a memory, Snow White couldn’t help but shriek. Loki saw the air ripple slightly as if it was a pool of water. Carmilla’s eyes were diverted momentarily as if she’d heard them. Even Angel seemed to have felt their presence. Gladly, they didn’t see them, but Loki understood how easily they could have been exposed.
Then the colors in Angel’s eyes turned normal. He stopped himself from feeding on her, although his pain was excruciating.
“Love conquers all…” Loki said. “Fangs,” he mumbled to himself, making sure his voice was very faint so he didn’t manifest his presence.
“Why didn’t you bite me?” Carmilla asked Angel. “I want to be with you forever.”
Carmilla held Angel’s head between her hands, and this time, he lost control. His fangs drew out again, still reluctant to feed on Carmilla, even though she’d given him permission.
“He tried his best,” Snow White said. “He knew their lives would go to hell after this moment.”
As Angel struggled to hold back, he accidentally pricked Carmilla’s finger with his sharp teeth. The image instantly reminded Loki of when the mother pricked her finger in the Snow White tale by the Brothers Grimm, except this wasn’t a needle, it was Angel’s fangs.
The image of her drop of blood froze the air around them. Angel stared at the human blood with blackened, demonic eyes, appalled and yet longing for it. He had never tasted human blood before that moment. It was his lover’s blood, which smelled better to him than anything in the world.
Carmilla nodded with approval. “Maybe if you only take two or three drops of blood at a time, you won’t fully turn into a vampire. If you manage to only take a drop or two from me every day, I believe there’ll still be enough goodness in you to fight your dark side.”
“Are you sure?” Angel said.
“I would do anything for you, my love,” Carmilla said, and pulled his head nearer to her finger. Angel sucked the little drops of blood as if his life depended on it—which was actually true.
“My mother made a deal with my father; that she would give him two or three drops every two days for the rest of her life and he accepted it in exchange to stay a good man, and not feed on humans,” Snow White said.
“She wasn’t just sacrificing her youth,” Loki commented. “She was practically saving the world from the potential darkness of the son of the most vicious vampire in the world.”
“It was a turning point in Angel’s life,” Snow White said. “It helped him control his craving, and stopped him from fully turning into a vampire. The best thing about this moment was that their love grew stronger as they were bound to need each other.”
“What about Carmilla?” Loki wondered. “Didn’t this affect her health and beauty?”
“On the contrary,” Snow white said. “Carmilla grew more beautiful and healthier. When Angel drew blood from her, his saliva healed her and kept her young. It was like magic.”
Loki wanted to say that this was pretty damn gross, but he decided to stop talking and be polite for once.
“Unfortunately, her father knew about this deal on their wedding day. He didn’t take it lightly and called off the wedding. Carmilla had to leave the land with Angel, against her father’s wishes.”
“Sacrificing her family to be with Angel,” Loki bemused.
“It was a moment when they chose their own destiny and went against everyone’s wishes. They were cursed by everyone, hunted by everyone for different reasons, trusting in only their love for each other,” Snow White said. “Everyone in Europe was looking for them. They embarked upon a Spanish ship, sailing across the ocean, looking for a new start, away from Europe.”