A lot of you have asked for a sequel, so I decided to be nice and post one...enjoy!

Title: The Monsters Under Our Bed

Author: Snoe

Rating: R

Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters, except for Blake; the rest belong to AMC and ABC.

Summary: Sequel to "Where the Wild Things Are". Trouble is brewing in Pine Valley and Bianca and Greenlee are in the middle of it. Can they figure out what's going on before it's too late?

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Chapter 1

She ran her fingers lightly over her skin, tracing the scar that ran from her forehead all the way down to her cheekbone. Although the cut had healed well over the past months, the scar it had left stood out fairly prominent on her face and she hated it. She had always been self-conscious about her appearance, but this was way worse than just a bad hair-day. With a scoff she tossed the Fusion Cosmetics concealer into her trashcan and shook her head.

"I can't believe we make crappy concealer like that! How are we expecting people to buy our product if it doesn't even work?!" Greenlee groaned, staring at the mirror with her eyes narrowed. Her scar was only a little less prominent than it had been before she used the concealer.

About ready to give up, she spotted a tube of Enchantment's concealer lying next to her sink and hesitantly she picked it up. She was desperate enough to try anything, which probably explained her lapse in judgment the day she bought Enchantment cosmetics in the first place. With a sigh she opened up the tube and slowly applied the concealer, watching as the white line across her eye became less visible.

"Shit," she cursed as even Enchantment's product left the scar noticeable and sent the tube flying into the trashcan as well. "Well, at least Erica's product doesn't work any better than mine."

Frowning, Greenlee turned away from the mirror and walked out of the bathroom. If she spent any more time trying to hide that scar she'd be even later to work than she already was. Cursing her life, she grabbed her purse and left the apartment.

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Bianca stared at the open file with a sigh and rested her chin in her hands. She'd been reading the same paragraph over and over for the past thirty minutes and still had no clue what it was about. Maybe her mom had been right and it was too early for her to go back to work, after the whole plane crash ordeal. But Bianca was bored and, most importantly, trying to stop thinking about the soap opera that was her life.

It had been two weeks since they'd returned to Pine Valley and she hadn't gotten to see Greenlee even once. Bianca had tried calling but either the older girl really wasn't available or just avoiding her. She'd decided on the latter one a while ago, but that didn't mean she couldn't still think about the other girl.

She and Greenlee had grown close over the past months and one stupid misunderstanding had pretty much destroyed everything. After Greenlee had overheard her talking to Blake there had never been time for Bianca to explain whom exactly she was talking about. It wasn't as if she had lied to Blake – she had been involved with someone from back home, whether one considered her on/off relationship with Lena or the fact that Greenlee was from 'back home'. All Bianca had wanted to do was get rid off Blake without having to divulge all of her personal life to him, but it had definitely backfired on her. Greenlee thought she was two-timing her and only waiting to get back home to Lena to forget about her little 'island adventure'.

Bianca sighed again and wished her love life wasn't always such a complete mess. She'd made some effort to reach Greenlee, but the other girl was obviously trying hard to get rid off her. Closing the file, she stood up and left the office.

"I did all that I can. If she wants to talk to me, then let her make the effort."

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The wind whipped at his clothes, chilling his bones, but he really didn't care. The sky was gray and overcast, the perfect day for the task he had before him. The gravel crunched under his feet as he walked along the path towards his destination. He knew his way by heart, he'd been here so many times in the past years someone might've thought him pathetic.

Blake stopped in front of the gravestone and frowned at it. Squatting down, he sat the bag he'd been holding next to the stone and smiled softly, "Hey li'l bro, I brought you your favorite – M&Ms. I know mom still insists on bringing flowers, but well at least you still got me, right?"

He watched as the stone remained silent and stood up. This place was peaceful and he refused to let his anger disturb the silence, but the hatred was harder and harder to contain nowadays. He'd given up on therapy; to him there obviously was no point anymore after nearly losing his mind on that island. But the worst was the fact that he'd helped save Greenlee's life, that he'd carried her away from danger despite the fact that he knew she should've died.

"I hope you can forgive me, li'l bro. I promise I'll make it up to you, I won't let her get away with it this time," he said softly and ran his fingers across the gravestone, before walking down the path again.

He was almost out of the cemetery, when his phone started ringing. Annoyed he picked up; he hated to be interrupted when he went to visit his brother.

"This better be good," he snapped into the phone, waiting for the silence on the other end to be broken.

"Hey man, it's me," came the voice and Blake took a deep breath. He hoped for some good news, he hadn't had any in a while.

"Well?"

"Man, you're in luck, I know just how to do it. I almost didn't believe it when I got your message, I mean, I actually know this chick. Weird, huh?" the man on the other end answered and Blake rolled his eyes with a sigh.

"Great. So, you'll do it?" he asked, hopeful. Blake knew that his chances for success were much better using a hitman than doing it himself.

"For the right price, of course. I'd never turn down a friend in need."

Blake grimaced, then nodded, "Right. You'll get your 25 grand tomorrow and the other half after she's dead."

"Sure thing. Nice doing business with you again," the other man laughed and Blake hung up with a groan.

Now if this moron could just pull it off, he'd finally get his revenge. Blake smiled.

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"So, you never quite told me what happened with you and Greenlee."

Bianca's head jerked up and she nearly choked on her food. She took a deep breath and then looked quizzically at her sister, "I don't know what you mean, Kendall."

"Well, you were stuck on an island together for three months, are you telling me you guys never even talked? Wow, I knew you hated each other, but I never thought that much," Kendall explained, an eyebrow raised at her own statement.

"No, no…we talked. Why do you care anyway?" Bianca asked, wondering how in the world she could get around trying to explain the extent of her and Greenlee's relationship. Since they hadn't really talked since they'd gotten back, she'd figured everyone just assumed they were still enemies. The only people who even knew that they were friends were her mom and her uncle Jack.

"I'm just wondering. I mean, Greenlee stuck on an island without clothes, shoes, makeup and people to bitch at…that must've been quite a sight," the older girl laughed, expecting her sister to join in, but Bianca only grimaced and then shrugged.

"Plus she's been acting pretty weird lately. I thought maybe you knew why."

To Kendall's surprise this statement did cause a reaction in her sister and Bianca narrowed her eyes, leaning forward, "What do you mean weird?"

The older girl shrugged, wondering if there wasn't more to this story than Bianca was telling her, "Well, she's been late to work several times now, that's just not like her. Besides that, she's even more of a bitch than usual, nearly anything sets her off. And she's constantly popping pills."

"Popping pills? Why?"

"Headaches, she claims. Why do you care so much anyway?" Kendall inquired, now very intrigued as to why her little sister wanted to know. She'd heard from Erica that supposedly Bianca and Greenlee had actually become friends, but in the whole two weeks they'd been back she'd never seen either one talk to the other.

"Because…Greenlee's my…friend," Bianca answered lamely, wondering why in the hell she felt so guilty.

"Your…friend?" Kendall asked slowly, watching her sister intently. It was very obvious to her that Bianca was hiding something and she'd try her best to find out what exactly that was.

"Yes Kendall, my friend. Is that so hard to believe? I mean, we were together for three months, and nearly dying kinda makes people get over their petty problems. We realized we had a lot in common," the younger girl finished, hoping her sister was just going to drop the subject.

"So, she's your good friend whom you haven't talked to since you got back?"

"We've just been busy, Kendall! That's all!" Bianca's voice now sounded strained and she realized Kendall wasn't going to drop this anytime soon.

"There's something else, I know it," Kendall replied, fervently trying to figure out what could possibly be going on.

"No, there's not. Now could you just drop it, please?" her younger sister pleaded and Kendall's eyes widened, before she gasped as the realization sunk in.

"Oh my god, you like her! You have a crush on Greenlee!" she exclaimed, quietly at least as not to draw attention from everyone else at the restaurant.

"Kendall…" Bianca was at a loss for words, feeling way too drained to ward off her sister.

"Does she know? Ooh, did she find out and that's why you're not talking?" Kendall speculated, watching as her sister rolled her eyes and sank farther into her chair.

"Of course she knows. She kissed me first, after all," Bianca squeezed out behind clenched teeth, saying the last part very quietly, but Kendall still heard.

"No way! Greenlee? Wow, you've got to tell me everything," Kendall exclaimed and Bianca sighed, knowing she'd lost. There was no way her sister was going to let her leave without spilling everything and she resigned herself to her fate. Bianca started from the very beginning and when she ended, Kendall was staring at her open-mouthed.

"Wow, I never would've figured that out myself. Well, at least now I know why Greenlee's acting so weird," Kendall shook her head, still reeling from all the information. Never in a million years would she have guessed that her little sister and Greenlee…it was still weird to think about it.

"What do you mean?" Bianca asked, now feeling relieved that she'd been able to tell someone about it. Maybe Kendall could help her and give her some advice on the whole mess.

"Bianca, she's hurt, she thinks you were just using her. You can't just leave a few messages and think everything's alright, this is Greenlee we're talking about."

Bianca sighed and looked at her sister. She'd been somewhat upset at Greenlee for blowing her off, but maybe Kendall was right and she needed to try harder. After all, she was the one who'd made it seem like she was with someone else and had kissed Lena; at least Greenlee didn't know about that.

"So you think I should go talk to her?"

"Definitely, and don't leave until you talked to her," Kendall nodded, smiling at her sister who smiled back at her.

"Thanks Kendall. I never would've thought I'd get relationship advice from you," Bianca laughed, feeling a lot better now than she had in the past two weeks.

Now all she had to do was find Greenlee and get the older girl to talk to her.

To be continued?