Carmilla Tells

It had been a while since I last saw Odette, I wonder if she is doing well I rested for four weeks, then I went back to work I was working in my office when Zestial came in to talk to me.

Zestial: Carmilla, are you okay?

Carmilla: Yes, Zestial, I am fine.

Zestial: You seem fine to me, but you're thinking about your daughter.

I get up from my office chair And I go to get a drink, I drink it, and I set the glass down.

Zestial: Carmilla, why don't you go get your daughter from the V tower?

Carmilla: Because I can't, Zestial.

Zestial: Because of work.

Carmilla: No, because if I go to the V tower or try to find ways to get Odette out, the V will kill my daughter.

Zestial: So you can't do anything.

Carmilla: Yes.

Zestial remains silent He left my office and I get back to work. It was late at night as I headed towards the front door, when Clara emerged from her room and saw me leaving the house. She said to me.

Clara: Mom, where are you going so late at night?

Carmilla: I'm going to get some fresh air, Clara.

Clara: Okay.

I open the door and lock it. I'm not going for a walk; I'm going to a bar to forget everything that happened a month ago. I wander for a while, then I see a bar. I enter, sit down, and ask...

Carmilla: A drink, please.

The bartender places a glass with ice and fills it for me. I take a small sip and set the glass down. 'I'm a bad mother,' I think to myself. I look at my glass for a few seconds until a hand rests on my right.

Detective: I didn't think we would meet again, Mrs. Carmine.

I turn my head to the right to see the detective sitting next to me.

Carmilla: Ah, it's you, Detective.

Detective: Yes, it's me, Mrs. Carmine.

Carmilla:. . . . . . . .

Detective: What are you doing here in this bar, Mrs. Carmine.

Carmilla: I'm here to forget everything that happened a month ago.

Detective: I see.

Carmilla:. . . . . . . .

Detective:. . . . . . . .

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Carmilla:. . . . . . . .

Detective: You have retrieved your daughter.

Carmilla: No.

Detective: Ah, and here I was sure that you had retrieved your daughter.

Carmilla: No, the Vs threatened me that if I tried to retrieve or sought your help again, they would kill my daughter."

Detective: Mm It was certain he would say that.

Carmilla: I didn't try to retrieve my daughter, I didn't want her to be killed.

Detective:. . . . . . . .

Carmilla: I'm a bad mother anyway.

Detective: Don't say that.

Carmilla: If I say it, I'm a bad mother.

Detective: Oh come on, Mrs. Carmine. I've seen families broken by the disappearance of their child, even by the death of their child. But when their kidnapper is caught, they release or keep them, but I think the Velvette Overlords will release your daughter at some point the Velvette Overlords are going to release your daughter.

Carmilla: Do you think they will release my daughter at some point?

Detective: Yes, am I saying that from experience.

Carmilla:. . . . . . . .

Detective: Alright, I need to go see a client, Mrs. Carmine.

I see the Detective leave. I reflect for a moment; Velvette will release my daughter one day. I must be patient. I get up, give some money to the bartender, then I head home.

To be continued. . .