The sun was shining brightly over Woodsboro. People were going along with their daily routines, going to work, going to school. It was like any other day in the small town, but it wasn't just another day. Today was the fifteenth anniversary of the Woodsboro massacre, and you could literally feel it in the air. Especially in the graveyard where a woman was stood next to a grave a batch of flowers in her hand. In the past ten years she had only been back to this spot twice. The first when she began to rebuild her life, the second when she had finally come to terms with everything and had finally found the strength to move on, to move into the light.

"I'm sorry I haven't been here!" Sidney apologized to the marble headstone her fingertips grazing the cold material lightly. She thought by now it would have begun to fall apart, to crack or be covered in moss but it wasn't. It looked brand new, exactly the way it did ten years ago. She knew who had been taking care of it. Dewey. She should have known that he wouldn't let it fall into ruin. "I just… I just couldn't handle seeing you like this. I may have moved forwards, survived even… But you were the one thing the one person I just couldn't let go of and it hurt me so much knowing that I could move forward and you couldn't" She continued on kneeling down in front of the head piece. "I can't believe that it's fifteen years since this all started, fifteen years since I met you. Ten years since I lost you! Time has flown by. But there hasn't been a day where I haven't thought of you…You were my best friend… My sister. And I've missed you so much. It's weird being back in this town… I can't even explain it!" She spoke quietly before checking her watch and sighing gently.

"I've got to get going… Busy day of signing books… I'll be back before I leave though I promise you!" She cooed gently before placing the flowers down on top of the headstone. "I hope I've made you proud Sam!" Sidney finished before turning and walking away from the grave with a heavy heart. What she would give to have her here now. To have the girl by her side once more. Wishful thinking.

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Sidney stepped out of the car ever so slowly. This was it. She was finally here. Standing to full height she scanned her surroundings and wasn't surprised to see several ghostface costumes lining the streets. She suppressed the slight shudder that she could feel prickling at her bones. He didn't frighten her anymore. She'd moved on from it all. Ten hard years of recovering. Recovering from the ordeal. But there was still that part of her that feared him, in the deep dark recesses of her mind he was still there. Waiting around every corner – every door. Shaking her head of the dangerous thoughts she snapped out of it when her PA's voice resounded in her ears. "So what do you think?".

"Well I guess today is the anniversary… Kids!" Sidney shrugged peeling her eyes away from the costumes and towards Rebecca who was grinning like the cat that got the cream.

"No the display!" Rebecca drawled dragging Sidney over to the shop window. Her books were lined up nicely for everyone to see. "I told the owner I'd kill his cat if he didn't get it right!" Rebecca shrugged and headed off into the shop. Sidney chuckled lightly and followed her in. "Nice!".

Meanwhile…

Kirby jumped in her car shoveling the last piece of toast into her mouth. Wiping her hands on her jeans she quickly started up the car and pulled out of her drive. Music was blaring through her speakers as she went putting her foot down as she headed towards her best friend's house. Crap I'm late! She groaned inwardly speeding up a little bit more. As she did this though she failed to notice the Sherriff about to get into his car. She could just about hear his shouts of '25 stay alive' across her music. "Ahh shit… sorry Sherriff!" She yelled out of the window but she didn't slow down her pace.

Within minutes she was pulling up outside of Jill's house and honked the horn loudly. Her friend skipped towards the car books in hand. Kirby wound the window down quickly. "Hey before you get in the car you have to promise not to kill me!" She began leaning over towards the door as her friend neared.

"Why what did you do?" Jill laughed and rolled her eyes as she continued towards the car.

"Trevor called me last night!" Kirby cringed and Jill groaned as she hopped into the vehicle and began to put her seat belt on. "What? Why is he calling you?" She asked sending an exasperated look to her oldest friend.

"Because you're not taking his calls, he knows I've got your ear and he wants to know!" Kirby replied knocking the horn once more.

"Know what!" Jill grumbled looking at Kirby her face a mix of horror and angst.

"Know how upset you are!" Kirby answered honestly and was about to continue when Jill cut across her as she saw Olivia strolling towards the car. "Can we please not talk about this now!" She said tiredly and Kirby just put her hands in mock defence. The back door was swung open and a tall brunette hopped in a smile on her face.

"So Trevor called me last night!" She chirped casually causing Jill turn in her seat and scoff loudly. "He called you as well!" She moaned angrily not believing what he was doing. "He's worried that your cousin coming to Woodsboro is distracting you from knowing how sorry he is!" Olivia spoke reciting the boy's words from over the phone.

"Wow that's inventive!" Jill scoffed once again causing a light laugh to ripple from Kirby who started up the car once more and began to drive towards the school.

"Oh by the way have you seen the grim reaper? Angel of death?" Olivia asked leaning back in her seat. The thought of the woman coming to Woodsboro was making her skin crawl. "Who?" Jill asked turning to look at her once more.

"Your cousin!" Kirby began flicking her gaze between her friends and the road. "Last stop on her book tour, first stop to a new life it's all very dramatic!" Kirby laughed lightly the other two joining her at the words. "She's the reason why I love horror movies!" She added on with a grin to which Jill just shook her head.

"Oh I bet she'd just love to hear that!" She chuckled. "If I knew her that is!" She added on and Olivia leaned forward in her seat popping her head between the two front ones.

"You know why they call her the angel of death? Because everywhere she goes people die. Everyone except her!" Olivia chimed shuddering once again at the thought of the woman. "You know Stab is the wrong franchise for her it should be Final Destination!".

Kirby was going to reply with some witty retort when suddenly Jill's phone began to ring loudly bringing all their attention to it. "Why is Jenny Randall calling me?" She questioned looking between the two girls. "Ooh the other woman!" Olivia smiled gleefully and Kirby just sent her a look.

"Hello!" Jill said and the other end of the line sounded very distorted.

"Hello Jill!" Ghostface's voice echoed down the line into her ear. "Jenny is that you?" Jill asked back down the phone.

"What's your favourite scary movie?" The voice spoke back and Jill screwed her eyes up in confusion. "Okay who is this?" She groaned and Kirby leaned towards her interested in the conversation. Jill noticing this clicked the phone onto speaker so all the occupants in the car could hear. "I said who is this?".

"And I asked you a question… What's your favourite scary movie?" The voice growled back and all three girls just looked at each other. "Ugh I'm hanging up!" Jill said quickly before disconnecting the call and placing her phone in her pocket.

"Wow that's original… I had a phone call like that this morning from Marnie the carnie!" Olivia said as she remembered her own experience.

"What?" Kirby said turning her attention to Olivia. She was snapped out it though when Jill yelled loudly. "Kirby watch out!". With her words Kirby turned her attention instantly to the road and slammed on the emergency break to try and avoid the truck that had barrelled past them. The three lurched forward and gasped loudly each trying to get their breath back. Kirby's heart was racing and she shook her head and breathed out trying to compose herself. "You just run a stop sign!" Jill said breathlessly looking at her blonde friend who's hands were tight around the steering wheel.

"Sorry!" Kirby apologized looking between the two. That was way too close to call.

"See!" Olivia said from the backseat and the two girls just looked at her. "Angel of death!".

0o0o0o0o0o

The girls strolled across the grounds talking amongst themselves. To say the rest of the ride to the school was done at a snails pace was an understatement. "How you haven't had your license taken off you yet I'll never know!" Jill spoke looking at Kirby who just shrugged her shoulders.

"I have no idea. You know me though Jill always living life in the fast lane!" Kirby smiled eliciting a chuckle from the other two girls.

"You won't be saying that when you end up dead Kirby!" Jill scolded and once again the blonde just shrugged. "Of course I won't be saying it I'd be dead!".

"Stop being such a wiseass!" Jill laughed again nudging Kirby's shoulder playfully. Their friendly banter though was cut across when Robbie run over to them, camera on his head.

"This is Hall Pass with Robbie Mercer and I'm here with the luscious Olivia –don't-look-at-my-tits-I-have-a-mind-Morris! And here is my Woodsboro massacre anniversary question! What's your favourite scary movie?" He asked cockily walking ahead of them and panning the camera across the three completely unavailable ladies in front of him.

"Is that all you've got. Some crappy question? Where'd you hear it?" Olivia piped up clearly mocking him as they walked towards the main building.

"It's a line from Stab 1!" Robbie defended and turned to look at the person who had tapped him on the shoulder. "Oh hey Charlie!" He said to the gangly shaggy haired boy before turning his attention back to the girls. "Hey Kirby you're a horror film nut, what's your favourite scary movie?" He asked the petite blonde who rolled her eyes at him dramatically.

"Bambi!" She spat sarcastically pushing his camera down towards the ground. "Dork!" Kirby grumbled pushing past Robbie and Charlie. As she did this she caught Charlie laughing lightly and she narrowed her eyes at him. "What?".

"That was funny!" He defended hands raised and the girl just continued onwards completely ignoring him and turning her attention back to the girls.

Charlie watched her go longingly and Robbie put a hand on his shoulder. "Completely untouchable!" Robbie said and Charlie just smirked at him.

"Nah man she wants me!".

Meanwhile…

A woman was sat in a small café rolling a cup of coffee between her palms. Her long dark hair was curled lightly and fell way past her shoulders and she had a phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder.

"Look I don't give a shit about that. The order was a done deal, there is no way you can send that shipment back. The transaction has been completed, the merchandise has been delivered… Merchandise which I personally escorted here to Vegas all the way from the British Museum. I am not taking it all the way back with me because it'll be my arse on the line and don't even threaten us with court proceedings because we've still got all the paperwork to show that everything was above board and your side screwed it up. This conversation is over. Good day!" The woman growled confidently before chucking the phone down on the table.

She rubbed her temples gingerly and sighed. Stupid fucking gallery she grumbled inwardly as she slumped back in her seat. All she wanted was to go home and cuddle her girl so tight. Sure Vegas had been fun, mixing business and pleasure but she was over her partying stage. She had responsibility's now. Checking her watch she judged what time it would be in Cardiff. Hmm 7pm… That'll do she said inwardly before picking up her phone and punching in the familiar number.

After a few rings a familiar voice hit her ears. "Hey Claire could you put Amelia on please… I know she's not in bed yet!" She laughed down the phone to her friend who pulled the phone from her ear and called for the person. The woman heard shuffling of feet and couldn't help but smile when she heard the girls voice.

"Hi Mammy!" The cute voice rang through the phone.

"Hey baby girl… You behaving for your Aunty Claire. Better had be or I won't bring you home any presents!" She laughed and she could hear the child give an exasperated sigh.

"I always behave. I'm a good girl. I got a gold star off my teacher today for getting all my maths questions right!" The child squealed happily and the dark haired woman could hear the excitement in her child's voice.

"Well done Mammy's little genius. I've got no choice but to bring you something back now have I" She grinned at Amelia's enthusiasm. She was so proud of her daughter. Her shining light when everything was dark. The child literally saved her life.

"Yay!" She cried happily clapping at her mother's words. "When will you be home? Can you bring me back a pony?" She asked innocently and the woman snorted loudly at her daughter's words.

"Not a chance in hell Kiddo. I wouldn't be able to get a pony on a plane and you're spoiled enough as it is… And I won't be too much longer sweetheart a few more days and I'll be home with you okay!" She cooed affectionately.

"Okay… I'm going to bed now… like a good girl!" She laughed sweetly down the phone. "I love you!".

"I love you too Amelia, night night don't let the bed bugs bite!" She said back and hung up the phone. Hearing the little girls voice had made her incredibly homesick. She hadn't been this far away from her daughter in a long time and it was killing her. With a hefty sigh she took a sip of her coffee and put her hand in her pocket pulling out the photo of the little girl. Her thumb rubbed across the film gently and she smiled at it before placing it inside the breast pocket of her leather jacket.

Just when she thought she could catch a break her phone started ringing loudly once again and she groaned loudly banging her head on the wooden table as she saw the caller ID. Vegas Gallery. Oh she couldn't wait to get home.

0o0o0o0o0o

"I wonder what Sidney's like in person. Bitter? Twisted? Kind?" Kirby mused as she stood next to Jill who was arranging her locker.

"Kirby I've met her like once and that was a flying five minutes or so!" Jill chuckled at Kirby. She was such a geek. "You're more interested in my life and family then I am!" Jill accused and Kirby smiled back at her mischievously.

"Your cousin is like the most famous person to come out of Woodsboro. Of course I'm interested!" Kirby chuckled light heartedly. "I wonder if she'll go to Sam Stafford's grave seems as she's in the area, it is her dead best friend after all. I know I would if that was us in that situation!" Kirby said bluntly looking at her friend. When she did she was sure that she saw Jill's eyes darken ever so slightly but shrugged it off as a trick of the light.

"I'd do the same if it was us as well!" Jill smiled and put a hand on the blonde's shoulder. "I wonder what her life would have been like if Sam was around still. If she hadn't died ten years ago… I mean she would have made a fortune from all the films they made if she was still alive." Jill said curiously and Kirby shook her head.

"The only reason they could keep using her name to sell the films and make her a continuous character in the series after Sidney threatened to sue them was because she was dead. If she was alive they would have had to cut her name the same time they did Sidney's" Kirby corrected her film knowledge coming into full force.

"Ouch that's cold!" Jill replied and Kirby nodded agreeing with her words. "I think Charlie likes you!" Jill winked at her friend deciding to change the subject off of her cousin and friends.

"And I like him!" Kirby smirked eyes alight with mischief. "To tease, to torment, to make squirm…" She laughed lightly as she thought of the boy. Sure she was attracted to him slightly, he was a complete film geek like her and was putty in her hands but she never really felt like making a move.

"You could do worse…" Jill said and Kirby rolled her eyes at her friend. She sounded like her mother sometimes. "Trust me!" Jill added and shut her locker door, but when she did she came into view with Trevor her ex who was stood there arms crossed across his chest.

"Oh…" Kirby drawled and cringed at the awkwardness that was surrounding them. "Hi Trevor… Bye Trevor!" She chirped and sent a look of condolence to Jill before slinking off towards her next class leaving her friend to deal with her persistent ex alone.

As Kirby disappeared from her eye line she turned to face the boy and groaned. Why couldn't he take the hint she mumbled inwardly before beginning to speak.

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"And I began to believe myself that was all I was… A victim" Sidney spoke from her podium to the packed book store as she read an extract from her book. She hated the public appearances. She truly did but she knew it was necessary. "And that was unacceptable to me and I made a promise to the girl who saved my life not to let it destroy me. So I didn't. I sat down and began to write a new role for myself, a role for a woman who could leave the walls of fear behind and step out into the sunlight. Out of darkness" She finished and received a loud applause from the bookstore.

She smiled and waved and thanked them all for coming but stopped when she saw a familiar face weaving their way through the crowd. Smiling brightly she stepped down off of the podium and walked towards her. "Gale! I'm glad you came!" Sidney smiled genuinely at the woman as she stopped in front of her. She had certainly aged well that was for sure.

"Congratulations Sid. I haven't had a chance to read it yet!" Gale smiled lightly and Sidney laughed at her. "Well you know where you can get one!" She said before stepping forward and embracing the woman. It was weird hugging her. Even after all these years there was still a barrier there between them.

It was then that she noticed another familiar face. A face she had missed a lot. Pulling away from Gale she stepped towards him. "Dewey!" She smiled grabbing him and pulling him into an incredibly tight hug. "Hey Sid!" He smiled before stepping back just as police sirens rang around the shop. "I'm so sorry about this Sid… Really I am!" He said to her placing a reassuring arm on her shoulder as his smile dropped from his face.

Police cars pulled up with haste outside the book shop bringing everyone's attention to it. "Okay everyone listen up!" Dewey called waving his arms around, bringing the attention back to him. "I need everyone to wait here and be silent okay!" He ordered as Deputy Judy waltzed in and began pushing people back to the other end of the shop.

"The Sherriff thanks you for your co-operation!" She spoke up but was stopped when Rebecca popped up angrily. "I'm trying to run a signing here!" She spat viciously and Judy just glared at her before pushing her away as well, a little harder than necessary. "Ma'am this is a police event now!".

"Dewey what the hell is going on?" Gale said stepping up to her husband eyes wide and filled with confusion. It must have been something big for the amount of cars that had pulled up outside of the shop.

"Not now Gale!" Dewey muttered quickly before silencing everyone and looking to Judy who began to dial the number. All was silent for a few seconds until finally there was the sound of a phone ringing – somewhere just outside of the building. "Sherriff out here!" One of his officers called and the entirety of the store filtered out through the small door and out into the open.

The officers walked along the sidewalk as the sound grew louder and louder and finally they realized it was emanating from a small silver car. Judy drew out her gun and pointed it at the trunk nervously. "Uhh Dewey…" Sid croaked out but the man put his and up to silence her but she ignored it. "That's my rental" She spoke up and the Officers looked at her; their faces a mix of shock and skepticism. Rebecca fished the keys out of her pocket and chucked them to Dewey who hesitantly opened the trunk.

A shocked gasp left Sidney's lips as she saw the contents of her rental. There covering the bottom of it were photos of her – each one of them smeared in crimson blood. Dewey began ushering everyone back and barking orders at his officers. She couldn't take her eyes off the photos as images from the past flashed before her eyes. Of all those days, years of bloodshed and pain and loss. She tried to speak, to say something to Dewey but the words got lost in her throat.

Surely not. Surely not after all this time. Finally finding her voice she looked at Dewey who's face flooded with sympathy as he stepped towards her. "Please tell me this is just a prank Dewey?" She asked him holding back the tremble that was clawing it's way up from her chest.

"I'm afraid not Sid, come with me!" He said taking a hold of her arm and ushering her away from the car towards his own vehicle. Sidney nodded numbly and allowed him to guide her to it still unable to comprehend what she had just seen. It had been ten years, ten years of peace and prosperity. Ten years of healing and recovery and therapy and everything else. And then; from nowhere her entire system had been shaken up. Her world was being tipped over and ripped up once again. All over again.

0o0o0o0o0o

The young woman from earlier was sat in the bar nursing a vodka idly. Fucking idiots she grumbled inwardly as her mind wandered back to her visit to the gallery which after a lot of swearing, arguing and paper pushing she finally got her own way and the place took the shipment.

Downing her drink and ordering another she opened her bag and pulled out a small square book. Placing it down in front of her she didn't know whether to smile or sob. Her hand brushed across the glossy front affectionately. She knew the book off by heart already. When she'd seen it in the duty free section before her flight to Vegas her heart had stopped completely. And she hadn't even realized she'd bought it until she sat on the plane and found it in her bag. Flipping it open she gulped down half of the drink and scanned the first page.

'To those I've loved, to those I've lost, I thank you'

'This is dedicated to you Sam'.

She was so proud of her. Of what she had achieved. There wasn't a day that went by when she hadn't thought of Sidney. That first four years of being back in Wales, of being alone and isolated had nearly killed her. No one could know who she was of what she'd been through. She'd have to make up some cock and bull story whenever people recognised her from photo's of her days in Woodsboro and vehemently deny that it was actually her in them. She couldn't speak to anyone and so her only friend was the bottle. And she drank herself stupid every night, found comfort in the arms and beds of strangers she had met who were just as intoxicated as her. Many a time she had ended up sat on cliff edges,or lying in her bed with a bottle of vodka and a bottle of pills in her hand only to wake up in a hospital with the realization she'd sank so low that she'd actually gone through with it. Alcohol had become her crutch in the darkest of days.

But Sidney had survived. She had learnt to live again, had used her experiences to help other people who were struggling. She'd become a light to those people who truly were lost in their own hell, their own darkness. A smile graced her lips and the pride within her swelled.

She thought of what she'd done in the last ten years and it was bleak to say the least. But then whilst she was trapped in her own oblivion her own light arrived. She wasn't planned and she didn't have the faintest who the father was but little Amelia had entered the world; all bright eyed and bushy tailed and she changed her in so many ways. She was something worth fighting for, worth living for. She'd given her a hope. Another chance of living again. And now that little girl truly was her world, her everything. She'd done a fast track degree and landed a job as a freelance archaeologist, working for various museum's in delivering shipments and excavating landmarks. Amelia had made her turn her life around; had given her a lease of life that she didn't think she had left in her.

With a nostalgic sigh she shut the book and placed it back in her bag. She wished she could speak to Sidney, just one more time but she didn't think she'd be able to leave her. She wanted to introduce her to Amelia, to show her baby girl the woman who had influenced her middle name. But that was the past… She had left that world behind for a reason and to dredge it all up now would be almost criminal.

Finishing her drink she decided that she'd better head back to the hotel to get some rest but a headline on the tv made her stop in her tracks. "Excuse me could you turn this up please?" She asked the bartender who nodded and turned the television up so she could hear it.

"This week marks the anniversary of the infamous Woodsboro murders. Two girls were found brutally murdered this morning on the exact day that local celebrity Sidney Prescott returned to her home town…" As soon as that sentence registered in her ears her face blanched and the reporters words blurred out. Oh no. Oh god please no.

She fell down into her seat, knees buckling in shock. Her breath was caught in her chest and she could feel her hands begin to shake. Two girls murdered, on the anniversary of when this wretched nightmare began. It was just a coincidence, a tragic one yes but a coincidence none the less. This had nothing to do with them. It just couldn't… Everyone who had motive were dead...she'd seen to that herself.

But as much as she tried to deny it; deep down she knew she was lying to herself. She knew that this was a taunt, calling Sidney out all over again. The words butcher knife registered in her mute ears and her heart raced even harder than before. It was happening, it was happening all over again. And Sidney was there in Woodsboro and obviously in the killers focus. She'd made the mistake last time of burying her head in sand when Cotton and his fiancée were murdered but she had learnt her lesson.

As she thought of Sid her heart broke. She'd be there having to deal with him all over again. Have to suffer through the nightmare for the fourth time whilst she was tucked away safely away from the chaos that was certainly about to be unleashed on the people of Woodsboro once more. Another shudder ran through and she could vaguely register the bartender asking if she was okay. She nodded at him numbly and grabbed her stuff exiting the bar. Leaning up against the cold wall outside of the bar she pulled out a cigarette and lit it with shaky hands. Why?. Why did someone want to do this? What was the reason this time?. Nothing was making sense to her as she mused every single possibility. Dragging the cigarette she managed to gather her thoughts and yanked her cell phone from her pocket. She didn't know if he'd answer but she needed answers – needed to know how serious this was.

Punching in the familiar number she waited with baited breath. Finally after what seemed like hours the person on the other end answered. His voice rang through her skull and she struggled to speak. Snap out of it she yelled inwardly and sucked in a deep calming breath.

"Hi… It's me!".

Dun dun duhhhhh. So here we go all, after many requests I've caved and number four is officially work in progress. I may have lost my muse slightly but there was no way I was giving up on this fandom, the scream films have been an integral part of my film life and I didn't have the heart to abandon it just yet.

So here it is in all it's glory for you lovely people to enjoy. This story is for you and I hope it lives up to expectation.

Peace out all,

Gwen.