Carmilla Alternate Ending

In my opinion, the ending wasn’t satisfying. It wasn’t satisfying because I was expecting a little bit more. For example, when the whole entire band shaved their hair I was surprised. But, I was wondering as to why the girls didn’t do it as well, I was hoping that they’d shave their hair as well. Also, when Jeffery got sick and Steven couldn’t perform, but in the end he received an award for his drums. But, he didn’t even perform and he got the award, I thought that it was unfair for the other people that played the instruments. Also, when Steven went to Sam and she died I was heartbroken. So, I would’ve kept her alive, I would have let her meet her sister. I would let them have a reunion, then later on she would give some more advice to

That night Carmilla went over to where Laura slept and woke her up by saying,” Laura, I’m scared that you won’t come back tomorrow.,”

Laura smiles and nods, "Okay, yeah. Great. Here," Carmilla releases her hold as Laura takes out her phone and passes it to the other girl, "Give me your

“Well,” Mrs. Johnson interrupted, “how about we settled down and talk about our plans for the morning?” Everyone agreed and sat in a circle discussing their ideas. Next, they decided they should head to bed due to the early times they would have to wake in the morning. As they woke up, they put on their layers of clothes, grabbed their bags, and headed for the Johnsons’ business. They would be staying in an attic, which luckily had a bathroom, but would have to sleep all in one room. They set up their belongings and set rules which they would have to follow to stay safe.

"Have I hurt you? You didn’t like it? Sorry. This is the first time I kiss a man myself." The girl said, being ashamed of her words.

“I want to apologize about the last time we got up. I don’t know what got into me. I just care about you a lot.”

“Of course dear, I love you, and forgive you for your mistake. I’m so happy to have you back.”

Once the alarm went off, both girls groaned wanting to sleep for another hour. Unfortunately, dinner with the Hollis' was happening very shortly. Both girls got out of their bed and walked over to the bathroom to freshen up. Carmilla washed her face as Laura brushed her teeth, vice versa. Once they we're woken up, Carmilla walked over to her dresser while Laura walked over to her closet. Laura pulled out a lovely form fitting black dress that showed off her neck and her toned arms. Carmilla slid into her infamous leather pants, threw on a black tank, and topped it with a black blazer with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. "Hey Laura, can you pass me my red heels?"

I almost shrunk under her gaze. “Listen, you don't have to be best friends with him. If anything I just want you two to talk again.”

“It’s an interesting, story about how we met him. Do you want to hear it?”

“Alright,” she agreed, her voice dropping to a softer tone. “You know, I never thanked you for that night.”

Having explored most of Berk already, Klara forced herself to venture past the safety and travel into the rest of the Barbaric Archipelago. It was the Gryffindor Pride Month after all, and she figured she should embrace her inner braveness, however deeply it was hidden. Somewhat hesitantly, she mounted Bellona. The little dragon was just big enough that Klara could ride on top of her without falling over; she soothingly stroked her dragon's ginger fur, tightening her legs around the dragon's frame. There was something almost comforting about flying with Bellona; she wasn't as afraid of falling as she was with a broom. She trusted Bellona. One couldn't really trust a broom, now could they?

“It’s not a big deal. I’ve had worse.” I shrugged. I was trying to play it cool. Not a great talent of mine, but with cute guys like him I had to at least try.

Carina, wobbling as she sat, obviously intoxicated, glanced around at her friends with bleary eyes.

It was supposed to remain serene like it’s past years slumbering, yet, despite all of this, it awakened just to shake his village to it’s last roots. At first, it was another mellow rumble in the sky, over the peak of the lush mountains; there wasn’t very much to think but respite at the noise. Ceniza was sure that thunder brought rain in Quito, at least enough for his parents to drink instead of grimy dish water. No matter how much he feared the building sound, Ceniza forced himself out of the quiet hut out for at least one bucket of water, stretching out a metallic container in faith- just until a terrifying roar emerged from beneath him, evolving into a louder resound as the ground below him shifted violently, throwing Ceniza off balance.