[Nice. Real nice.]

::Takes Carys with Andrea, and Karen inside, handing her a small red orb.::

"That'll tell you when there's an unwanted intruder in your home. You control it yourself, not TPTB. Otherwise, it's the same as any other place, except much safer being underground and all. Well, safe from the Overworld..."

::... leaves.::

::Carys looks around in appreciation and lays Andrea down on a large sofa before going into the kitchen and bedrooms.::

(Wow this place is nice...)

"Well duh, sweetheart, I wouldn't have you living in that shithole you're used to by now. We sisters live in style."

(Speaking of...)

"Will you be okay with the vegetable for a while? I'm assuming you can handle it, being all bondaged up. Though if you really can't take her on your own, you know, it's okay. I understand. Looking after pathetic unconcious weak witches is really tough."

::Carys comes back into the living room and glares witheringly at Karen.::

"Yes, I can handle her. Where are you going anyway? Getting a life of your own?"

"Well, if you're not going to kill her, your one is boring."

::Stares at Andrea, then licks her lips.::

"You know..."

::Slowly walks towards the sleeping witch.::

"She's make a pretty decent vampire..."

::Carys stares at Karen and steps in front of Andrea.::

"No she wouldn't. She's fine as she is."

::Bites her lip and moves around Carys, crouching by Andrea's head, sweeping the hair from the witch's face, exposing her delicate neck.::

"Come on... she'd never leave your side if she was a vamp..."

(...wouldn't she? I...)

::Carys places her hand on Karen's shoulder and slowly pulls her back away from Andrea.::

::Lets Carys pull her back, but continuing.::

"Nope. Vampires are like pets. Cute puppies. They're affectionate... loyal... loving..."

::Gazes down at the sleeping witch.::

"And all that could be yours."

(Just let me fucking bite her already!)

::Carys looks from her clone to Andrea, torn.::

"They aren't...I wasn't...it's evil."

::She says, unsure.::

"Evil schmevil!"

(Come on. Just because if I turn her she won't give a damn about you and will possibly kill you...)

"She'll love you. She'll never leave your side. She'll do everything you tell her."

::Carys stares at Karen, now utterly bewildered.::

"I can hear what you're thinking, you know."

::She looks back at Andrea and sits on the sofa by her head, stroking her hair.::

"Go find someone else to eat."

::Grumbles. Karen wishes that Carys couldn't always hear what she was thinking. She gets up.::

"Fine! But if I come back and you're unconcious on the floor and she's gone? She's mine! She's begging to be killed and if you're not gonna be the one to do it, I am!"

::Growls and storms out.::

::Carys rolls her eyes after Karen and slips down to lie next to Andrea, waiting for her to wake up.::

::Eventually does wake up. Groggily, Andrea lets out a small sigh and shifts her position, rolling onto her side and facing Carys. Her breathing is quite shallow, mouth slightly open. Due to the hit to the head Carys gave her, it is taking a long time for her thoughts to organise themselves, and for a while she believes the reason she can't see is just because she hasn't opened her eyes. Small creases start to appear on her forehead as confusion sets in, and her hands begin to twist a little, fingers touching the chain that binds them together, her feet and legs making only the slightest of movements as her mind tries to work out why her body is so restricted.::

(...)

::Carys smiles slightly as Andrea starts to move and reaches a hand up to rest on her cheek.::

"Hey."

::Lets out a low groan, breathing a little heavier, gritting her teeth as the pain in her head sets in.::

"Chloe?"

::She croaks, her voice barely above a whisper.::

::Carys gently strokes Andrea's cheek with her thumb and shushes her.::

"Feel ok?"

"No..."

::Groans again and flops over onto her stomach, wincing dully as her face presses into the sofa. Her arms and hands slowly move behind her back as she struggles to understand what exactly is wrong.::

"What's going on?"

"Uhm..."

(What should I tell her?)

"Nothing, everything's fine."

::She stands up and goes to the kitchen, getting some ice and wrapping it inside a tea towel. Returning to the living room she kneels on the floor next the sofa and gently presses the makeshift ice pack against Andrea's temple.::

::Sighs quietly and closes her eyes, letting herself be looked after.::

"Chlo, what happened to me? I can't... move..."

"Uh...I don't know Ands."

(Did I damage her brain?)

"Are you hungry or thirsty?"

::Starts to frown.::

"Chloe..."

::Her body begins to twitch a little as her arms start to pull against the handcuffs, and she soon realises what's there.::

"Chloe, what's going on?"

"Andrea, calm down, you'll just hurt yourself."

::Carys stands up and sits next to her on the sofa again, ready to restrain her.::

"C-Carys."

::Andrea says the name venomously, but not without various degrees of fear.::

"No. No, no."

::Starts to panic, fighting a lot harder against the cord binding her feet and pulling her hands apart.::

::Carys pushes Andrea over so she's lying on her back and leans on her shoulders, trying to stop her struggling.::

"Andrea, calm down please."

::Grunts and presses herself down into the soft cushions so Carys' tactic doesn't hurt her as much as the other girl might hope.::

"Calm down? How, how can I calm down?? How the fuck am I meant to stay calm when I'm, when you're, oh god, oh god what did you do to Chloe? Chloe? CHLOE!!"

"Andrea, stop shouting."

::Carys calmly delivers a slap to the side of Andrea's face, hoping the pain might stop her moving.::

"You won't be heard."

::Bites her lip hard, crying under the blindfold.::

"Then what difference does it make? Huh? God Carys, why are you doing this? Where's Chloe? Please, just tell me if she's okay."

"I don't know how Chloe is. I suggest you don't talk about her again."

"Why? What have you done with her? Is she here?"

::Andrea screams again.::

"CHLOE??"

"Shut the fuck up!"

::Carys delivers another blow to the side of Andrea's face and then picks her up by the collar off the sofa, shaking her.::

"She's not here, stop talking about her!"

::Gritting her teeth as Carys shakes her, Andrea takes the abuse but doesn't give up.::

"Then where is she? What did you do to her you, you psycho??"

::Carys drops Andrea back on to the sofa suddenly and stands up, looking down at her in anger.::

"Look, I didn't want to hurt you but since you're being so fucking insistent: she's dead."

::Andrea's mouth falls open and she goes silent in shock, her mind suddenly numbing as her body stiffens. After a long silence, she speaks quietly.::

"No. You're lying."

"Whatever, Andrea. I don't care if you believe me or not, I don't give a shit about that girl."

::She walks into the kitchen and gets some wine out of the conveniently stocked fridge, calling back to Andrea.::

"Did you want a drink?"

::Doesn't reply.::

::Carys shrugs and gets two glasses anyway, filling them both with the wine and going back to the living room. She grabs a chair and pulls it over so she can sit next to Andrea. She takes a sip out of her glass and holds Andrea's in front of her face.::

"Wine?"

::Growls lowly.::

"Get away from me."

(She's lying. It's okay, because she's lying. She is. You know she is. She's lying.)

::Carys sips more from her wine and resists the urge to smile as Andrea growls, her anger suddenly lifting. She reaches forwards and puts Andrea's glass on the table, settling back in her seat. Gently, she runs her hand round Andrea's head and fiddles with a strand of her hair.::