That's right, folks. Leanor and Mariah are back for another installment of our version of Supernatural Season 6.
Episode 2.
Sorry about the wait. These things are harder than you think. That's what she said.
P.S. Reviews are greatly appreciated. But not required. Obviously. Nothing recognizable belongs to us.
Here it is. Sweet Dreams.
Nora wanted to scream. She wanted to rip that little slut's hair out. There they were. Her boyfriend and her best friend, limbs tangled, breathing heavily as they tumbled about in the sheets, like an ugly monster rearing its hideous head.
They were shameless. And she saw it all.
Anger coursed through her veins like fire, igniting a kind of hatred in her that she didn't know she was capable of. Her skin burned and fury clouded her vision. She felt dizzy, about to pass out. Her mind was suddenly clear. She knew what she had to do. She stood in the doorway, looking into her room where the two had been only moments before. They were gone now, but Nora knew what she had to do.
She looked on the floor where Jenna slept, curled in a sleeping bag. She looked so innocent on the floor, smiling in her sleep. It made Nora want to gag. She knew the truth.
She charged down the stairs of her home and ran to the kitchen. Jealousy and rage became her life blood; it spread through her body like poison. She pulled the drawer open with a bang and started hunting for what she needed.
Her fingers grasped the thick handle of the meat cleaver and she pulled it from the drawer triumphantly. Her reflection gleamed in the knife; her eyes shone with malice, her mouth watered with bloodlust. She raised the cleaver higher, but something caught her eye in the kitchen window. Nora quickly turned and saw the traitor standing in the kitchen.
Jenna looked on Nora, terrified. Nora's face was twisted in rage. A deranged gleam shone in her eyes. She looked rabid.
"Nora," Jenna asked cautiously, "What are you doing?" She stepped back from Nora tentatively, crossing her arms in a feeble attempt to protect herself.
"I could ask you the same thing, Jenna," Nora replied bitingly.
Jenna was paralyzed with fear, unable to take her eyes of the cleaver that glinted threateningly in Nora's hand.
"What do you mean?" Jenna could stop the wobble in her voice.
"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN, YOU WHORE!" Nora yelled back. She took a menacing step forward and gripped the cleaver more tightly.
An incredulous look spread across Jenna's face. She stepped back away from her friend, afraid.
"Nora, put the knife down," she said, her voice shaking.
"You don't get to tell me what to do," Nora hissed.
"What are you talking about?" She glanced at her advancing friend.
"You and Will," she hissed as she took another step, "Up in my bed."
Another step.
"You disgusting, selfish slut."
Jenna could not stop the tears from streaming down her face, trembling, fearing for her life.
"Nora, please," she begged, "I don't know what I've done. Nora, what's going on?"
"Don't," Nora barked, "Don't act like you don't know."
"I don't," Jenna managed to whisper.
Nora couldn't contain her anger a moment longer. She lunged at Jenna, who quickly dodged out of the way and began to run. She screamed as she ran to the front door and fumbled with the lock clumsily. She couldn't see for her eyes were bleary with tears and her hands shook violently, making the simple task of turning the latch impossible. She looked over her shoulder and before she could react, the blade of the cleaver slid into her back.
A white hot pain spread through her body as she fell to the floor, crying out in pain.
Nora felt a release with every stab, the anger slowly subsiding as she cut her treacherous friend to pieces in the entryway of her house.
She stood and looked at her handiwork. Wiping the blood off her face with the back of her arm, she looked contemptuously down on the bloody remains splattered across the floor.
"Bitch."
SUPERNATURAL