Chapter 2
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Actrise felt weak. No, she felt more than weak, pathetic. She couldn't move her arms and legs, not only that, she couldn't even open her eyes if it meant life or death. 'This is just great…' she thought 'Just great. My arms and legs are numb, I feel weak, I'm probably dead…no, scratch that last idea, if I was dead I would be in Hell right now. None the less, I can't even see. Where am I? Why do I feel numb? And why does it feel like I don't have any clothes on!?' At this point she decided to try to find out what was going on, so she slowly began to open her eyes with as much strength as she could muster, unfortunately the moment she opened her eyes she was blinded by the sun light. 'Oh this is just my day. Walking up numb, with no idea what's going on just to be blinded by sunlight! Just peachy, I always like being blinded by bright lights in the morning!' She thought to herself sarcastically. So she slowly rolled over to her side and opened her eyes slowly again, so that she her eyes could get adjusted to what was going on. The moment her eyes where completely open she soon went into complete shock. The reasons: 1. her staff was gone. 2. She was in some ones bed. 3. Her hat was gone. 4 and most importantly. She was in her undergarments (1800's women underwear) which only covered up most of her pale bluish skin and she was also wearing a large bandage around her left arm. 'Okay,' Actrise thought 'I'm half naked. Well that answers one of my questions, and raises another question: Who's the stupid perverted git who did this to me so I can rip out their eyes…when I get my strength back that is.' Her question was soon answered by the sound of a creaking door. With as much strength as she could muster Actrise slowly tried to sit up in bed and turn her head to see who it was that put her here in this condition. When she got a good look at captor she just sighed and fell back into bed. 'Great' Actrise thought 'looks like things can only go down hill from here, because now I'm at the mercy of that little brat, Carrie, how humiliating.'
Carrie just stared at Actrise, for awhile "Well I see that you're awake" Carrie said with a grim tone in her voice. As she said this she immediately walked towards the bed that Actrise was in. Actrise looked up at Carrie and began to exam Carries appearance. Carrie was probably around the age of 22. Not much had changed about her except for the fact that she looked a little curvier and her voice had devolved much over the years to match that of an angle (then again how here has seen an angle). Carrie also appeared to be caring a bowl of some sort of soup as Actrise had guessed due to the steam coming from the bowl.
"Oh, this is just what I needed" Actrise sighed "And I guess that you're the one who undressed me and took away my possessions." She said while trying to rise out of bed.
"Yes, I did." Carrie said in her grim tone.
"Give me my staff and clothes back at this instant!" Actrise yelled, at this point furious that her own enemy had not only defeated her, but also defiled her as well.
"I won't, for good reasons." Carrie said. "One, your in no condition (muttering) like I care end (muttering) to fight.
Actrise: "I heard that!"
Carrie: "Good."
Actrise merely stared at her with one of those I am going to rip out your heart and then smash in front of you looks.
Carrie: "Don't even think of starting anything with me. Your too weak to fight me or for that matter get out of bed, besides that I took your staff away, putting you at an even less advantage."
Actrise: "Give me back my staff! Now!" Actrise was at this point furious. 'The gall of her to undress me and take my staff and now she's probably going to spoon feed me just like a two year old!...However why is she keeping me alive?…Why did she of all people who hate me help me?' Her thoughts soon turned from confusion to anger as she rethought Carries last sentence. 'Too weak…TOO WEAK!!!' Actrise turned to Carrie with a look that would scare even Dracula himself. "TOO WEAK!!!" Actrise yelled. "I'LL SHOW YOU WHO'S WEAK!!!" Actrise immediately tried to get out of bed with all the strength she had left, only to fall down on the floor in a weak and defeated position.
Carrie: "You stupid witch! Stop it right now! You're too weak to even stand up, let alone fight!" As she put the bowl of soup on the floor she bent down to help Actrise get into bed, however Actrise wasn't going to give in that easily.
Actrise: "Watch me!" She tried as hard as she could once again to stand up to face her, however she couldn't keep her balance and collapsed on the floor.
"See" Actrise said "I told you I could stand up…I just have a hard time keeping my balance."
"Stop it right now!" Carrie yelled "Look, if you don't stop then your never going to get better!"
"Why in the Hell would you want me better?! Didn't I try to kill you the last time we met?!" Actrise yelled, curious as why Carrie was doing this.
Carrie sighed. "I want you to get better because I have some questions for you to answer."
"Oh, I get it! You're just trying to interrogate me so after words you can kill me find out why I am back and maybe, just maybe, if Dracula is involved in my resurrection stop him to is that it? Well you want to know something! I don't have as much of a clue as you do and even if I did what's to make sure that if I tell you that you won't kill me.
Carrie just thought about this for a few seconds. Actrise was her enemy, and she killed so many people, made her fight her cousin, and also tried to kill her, however she knew that it was not right to kill her, because despite the fact that she was a witch she was still very weak…in fact it would just be inhuman to kill her while she was this weak. Before she could come up with a conclusion, Actrise was at this point clutching her left arm which had been wounded by the monster. Carrie looked at the arm and noticed that there was blood sweeping through the bandage.
"Come on Actrise." Said Carrie. "Let go of your arm, it'll only get worse if you continue to squeeze it.
Actrise only moaned and let go. She had no choice she was powerless, and too tired to even argue at this point. As she let go Carrie bent over and helped Actrise get into bed. Actrise just simply thought about her predicament. 'Great how can this get any worse?'
Just then, Carrie picked up the bowl of soup and sat next to Actrise on the bed.
"Come on, you've got to eat, otherwise you're not going to get better."
Actrise raised her head slightly and thought to herself 'Me and my big mouth.'
