So Carmilla's part cat, right? And she has a lot of cat-like behaviors. What if, as a part of all of that, she was afraid of dogs as well?

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Emma had remarked. "Oh, you can't help that," Sara said, her toothy grin growing wider; "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" asked Emma quite impatiently. "You must be," Sara said, slowly stretching her arms while sitting up on a thick, dipping tree branch, "otherwise you wouldn't have come here."

Emma loves Ruby. She loves her so much that most of the time she can't bear to look at it directly, for fear it will burn her up. She jokes with Ruby and insults her and hardly ever says the words because they're so completely inadequate for describing how she feels and somehow 'Whatever' conveys it so much better.

Laura, as an experiment, puts catnip into the yellow pillow, knowing Carmilla would take it. It all goes downhill after that... "Carmilla raised her hands with her palms facing up and blurted loudly, "these are my HANDS?" in an almost uncertain tone."

SUICIDE WARNING: Just thinking of blood sliding down my throat makes me hungry. I can already feel my fangs piercing through my gums, my sense of smell searching for the rich red meal, my ears trying to find the beating of my next victim. I had to do this now. I raised the stake.

Gold muttered, "Looks like the side effects kicked in strong, Dearie." "What side-effects? I swear if Emma dies…" The rest of them all started yelling at once. Regina purred with glee, "Why, the side-effects of this…well, I have to see this!"