Carmilla places her pretty arms around your neck and draws you to her, laying her cheek to yours, murmuring with her lips near your ear.

“Dearest, your little heart is wounded; think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die—die, sweetly die—into mine. I cannot help it; as I draw near to you, you, in your turn, will draw near to others, and learn the rapture of that cruelty, which yet is love; so, for a while, seek to know no more of me and mine, but trust me with all your loving spirit.”

And when she had spoken such a rhapsody, she would press you more closely in her trembling embrace, and her lips in soft kisses gently glow upon your cheek as she hugs you from behind, her fangs digging into your flesh, until you stop her, pulling away from her cold embrace.

"What happened, darling?"