( she'd avoided the worst of the celebrating. Carmilla isn't really a celebrator. still, the mask making had been something to do. it made her think, rather wistfully, of a time she used to do such frivolous things, as make a pretty mask to swing around for hours at some luxurious ball. she ignored the burn at the edge of her subconscious, a deep set hunger in the pit of her stomach, and went back to haunting the Landmark as she usually did.

problem being, as much as she tried to ignore the festivities... somehow they start to creep up on her. a song floats through her head, enough that even someone as sour as she is finds herself humming it. the clawing at her gut gets worse, though the lilting lightness that spreads over her is more compelling.

Carmilla so rarely has opportunity to be happy. some part of her knows it is foreign, and yet she leans into it anyway. she ties the silly mask she made and heads toward the music. it might be at the landmark bar, or perhaps the nightclub. truthfully, it could be anywhere, even a place without music. she'll dance anyway. not feverishly, but distantly, lazily. playfully.

and when she spots someone she knows, or even someone she doesn't, she reaches out with both hands to draw them closer. ) Mmm, c'mon. You should dance with me. ( what can it hurt? she's probably just a little toasted, don't worry about it, just dance. )

( it would have been better if she could have just clung to the euphoria.

instead, the hunger starts to spike. it's never a good thing for a vampire to be excessively hungry. Carmilla is a good 300+ now, she hasn't lost control to her hunger in awhile. safe to say, whatever is coursing through her now is stronger than years of carefully manufactured self control.

it drags her, kicking and screaming, out of the playful dancing and coquettish flirting. now she feels nothing but the hunger eating its way through her. and while there is rampant spirit consumption going on, her preferred snack doesn't fight its way back up after a few days.

some unfortunate soul gets too close, and she grapples to their arm with a painful vice. the mask is a little crooked on her pale face. )

I'm so hungry, ( she whispers, grip tightening. there's some battle inside of her, though it's quite distant and impossible to track through the mostly covered expression. still, maybe there's some other snack that can distract her? )

( the euphoria passes, and so does the hunger. the stain of blood on her might indicate why. and from there, she's lost. whether she wants it or not, she is one with the dance. with the music. with the parade.

trying to stop her is quite ill advised. she's a great deal stronger than she looks, and insistent on stumbling toward the dance. still, if someone tries, she doesn't immediately lash out. ) Come with me, ( she invites instead, a catlike smile pulling across her face as she tries to drag her unfortunate company along with her. ) We could dance forever.

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