Helenia took the rags off from around Sam's head. "I think, while your boyfriend's off killing a turkey, I will kill you anyway. Any last words?"
"For one thing," Sam announced. "You may know the sweet, innocent, little Sam, but you don't know Samara Morgan." She stands, breaking the chains that held her to the chair.
"Samara Morgan? That's my hero!"
"Well, you just kidnapped your hero, buddy!" She stares coldly, lightening strikes. Samara walks closer to Helenia, her hands clasped around her own neck. "Don't worry, I won't kill you, you'll do the job for me." Helenia's hands tighten against her free will. "Never mess with me or my boyfriend!" Helenia falls to the ground, dead. Sam chuckles slightly, "My work here is done. Aidan! Take me home." She smiles as Aidan lifts her off her feet. "Say hello to Rachel for me. "So, wait, how did you know Helenia?"
"Well, she used to be my best friend. But she was so gothic and plotting I had to let her go. She tried to drag me to the dark side. And I guess now she wanted revenge."
"And to think, she was trying to live up to me. I'm flattered." Sam giggled.