[id: close-up of carmilla with a look of angst on her pallid face, the corners of her blood-red lips turned downwards, her crimson eyes staring off into the distance with the long suburban sidewalk and lonely moonlit street stretching out behind her as she continues her monologue. “you’re a centuries old vampire, and a witch to boot, and he’s just your idiot fledgling and boring ex-husband, so you’re just going to march right in there and tell him what’s what.” /end id]
