Loki saw images of Angel taking care of Carmilla. He sent for doctors from Europe to investigate her illness and hopefully heal her. After trials and errors, the doctors proved to be useless. Only gypsies and fortunetellers could explain Carmilla’s dilemma.
“It turned out that giving birth to a Dhampir had sucked the energy and vitality from my mother,” Snow White said. “As the chosen one, I was unconsciously feeding on her soul so I could grow up and become a woman. The situation had been predicted in the prophecy, too. It said:
‘The chosen one will feed on her mother’s beauty and energy until she grows up to become a woman of sixteen years. Only then will her powers blossom, and only then will she be capable of ending the vampire’s reign. And then the human mother will die, because only one of the two women can stay alive.’”
“Didn’t Angel know about any of this?” Loki commented.
“No, because no Dhampir had been born before me, and like you were led to believe, people thought Dhampirs were just a myth,” Snow White said. “Angel was torn between wife and daughter, and he was eventually going to face an even greater crises; Carmilla couldn’t offer him his dosage of three drops of human blood from her pricked fingers anymore. She grew so weak that it was impossible for her to give away her blood.”
“What did he do then?” Loki said.
“There was nothing like Carmilla’s blood that could quench his thirst so he spent much time hunting outside the kingdom for animals like before,” Snow White said. “He was becoming a blood addict. He started losing his mental sharpness and was stripped of the humanity his soul once bore. He was mostly a vampire after all, and he had to face his true nature. He couldn’t feed on his servants or his huntsmen, let alone the locals of his kingdom because he couldn’t trust anyone with his secret. How could he explain to his own people that he was a descendant of his own enemy?”
Loki saw flashes of the events before his eyes. He saw Snow White, the child, walking now. The servants, who seemed to be taking care of her instead of her parents, brought Snow White to see Carmilla from time to time. Carmilla looked older, sick in bed, isolated in her Queen’s chamber. Her face turned into sheer delight when she saw her daughter, though. They spent little time together due to the physical pain Carmilla was suffering, sacrificing herself for the growth of her daughter.
Then the window shifted to Angel, uncombed, unshaven, looking like half the man he once was. He was sitting in a cave in front of a fire with gypsies and wizards all around, trying to find a cure for his wife—and for himself. He found none. He was holding a crumpled letter in his hand, which he unfolded and read over and over again. It was from his father, Night Sorrow, advising him to let go and complete his transformation into becoming a vampire and turn his wife as well, surrendering to his destiny.
‘Once Sorrow, always Sorrow,’ his father had written.
Night allured him with becoming the King of Vampires if only he got rid of his daughter. Lastly, Night mentioned that the spells Carmilla had cast on his kingdom preventing vampires from entering were soon to be broken. Angel wadded up the letter and threw it into the dancing arms of the hungry fire.
The window showed Carmilla again, barely standing in front of a large mirror in her room. She let out a cry when she saw her ill image again, and threw a silver candlestick at it, crashing it into pieces.
“When Carmilla understood that no mirror was going to lie to her and reflect a beautiful Queen, she refrained from looking into mirrors anymore. It deepened her sorrow and weakened her faith in me. Seeing what was happening to her, made her have some disdain for me, and she couldn’t stand feeling that way, so she ordered the mirrors to be taken away from the castle.”
“Is that why your room here is full of mirrors?” Loki asked.
“They sent all the mirrors to my room because I asked for them. It seems that I liked mirrors,” Snow White said. “My father refused to have mirrors anywhere else in the castle. Even then, we managed to get by,” Snow White said. “Carmilla showered me with presents and I cherished the little time we spent together, not knowing the real reason for her illness. Angel was always looking for a cure, until a doctor informed my mother of the horrible fact; that she was going to die within months. Her body had suffered enough—and mine was growing fast. She was going to give in to the pain and aging eventually. Still, there was one last hope that Angel hadn’t considered yet.”
“To turn her into a vampire,” Loki easily predicted.
Snow White nodded. “She asked Angel to turn her into a vampire, but he refused to make her into what he had resisted to become all of his life.”