AN: This is based 1 year and 9 months after the Book of the Shadows: Blair Witch II took place. There is a completely new set of characters and I'm not sure if any of the characters from the movie will come into play so keep an opened mine. Which brings me to the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: The Blair Witch story line in no way belongs to me. Nor do any of its characters. I do, however, own Damien, Luke, Sarah, Tori, and Victor.

Dedication: This story is dedicated to my best friend Sarah. Thank you for always supporting me no matter what the situation may be. You rule girlfriend.

Chapter One

Sarah McBeth sat in front of her mirror in her bedroom, her legs crossed, concentrating intently on the book she was reading. It was a romance novel by Catherine Coulter. Her mother would kill her if she found out that she was reading it. A rose colored blush stained her cheeks. No wonder! She thought, giggling.

"Talk about descriptive sex." She said aloud to no one in particular. She heard footsteps on the stairs and quickly shoved the book under her bed mattress. She jumped up and ran toward the laundry basket, almost tripping over Time Line, a book she'd stolen from her brother's large collection of adult readings. It's not bloody fair! She ranted in her own mind.

She was fifteen for crying out loud! She should be able to read adult books! Luke was…She sighed, picking up the book and shoving it in with the Coulter romance. Her brother was an all-together different case though. Last year he'd gotten involved with a gothic group who called themselves, 'Satin's Right Hand'.

They'd screwed her brother's mind up royally. He'd died his hair black, wore satanic jewelry, and dressed completely in black from then on. His grades had slipped and he's gotten in trouble with the coppers on more than one occasion. Her parents had been at their wits' end, and finally had him sent to a mental institution. They'd then become determined that their only other child, Sarah, would be completely sheltered and end up like a perfectly normal person. At lest as normal as possible with the surrounding circumstances.

Luke had returned home just a month of go, and her parents became more overly protective then ever. And Sarah was sick of it. Hearing the door open to the T.V. room, she quickly made the three-stepped journey to the laundry basket and picked up a shirt, a bra, and a few pairs of socks, and started toward her dresser. The door opened less then three seconds later, and Luke walked in. Sarah let out a breath, dropped her cloths and shoved a loose piece of fiery red hair out of her eyes, all the while glairing at her brother.


"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" She growled and spun around, grabbing her book from under the mattress, and resuming her spot in front of the mirror. "Close the door." She said. Luke, his arms folded over his chest, his midnight black hair falling in front of his tawny colored eyes, just stared at her with an amused expression on his features. "Close it you dork!" Sarah yelled at him. Shrugging his shoulders, he complied to her request.

After several minuets, when Luke had failed to move from his spot in her doorway, Sarah looked up. "Do you want something?" She asked in an exasperated voice. Luke's eyes narrowed slightly and he pushed up against the doorway into a standing position.

"Yeah, actually."

"What?" Sarah asked.

"I need to borrow your video camera." Sarah's head, which she had redirected toward the book, flew up, and her eyes locked on her brother, full of suspicion and curiosity.

"Why?" She asked. Luke just shrugged. It was then Sarah noticed that he was wearing one of those huge camping bags on his back. "Where are you going that you'll need my camera and all the junk in that bag?" She questioned.

"None of your damn business." He spat. And walked over to her desk and grabbed the hand held video recorder off her desk. He then turned and started for the door. A piece of paper fell out of his pocket and fluttered to the floor. Cautiously Sarah picked it up and looked at it.

"What is this? Stuff about the Blair Witch?" Luke spun around!

"Give me that!" He yelled, lunging for it. Sarah was up like a shot, stepping just out of his reach.

"That's it isn't it! You're going to that woods were the movie is based aren't you?" She asked, not really knowing, just throwing out something that popped into her mind. Her brother sighed; annoyance intermingled with his words he replied,

"Yeah. Now give me the damn paper?" Sarah's jaw dropped. Lucky guess. She thought. Her green eyes suddenly lit up as she got an idea.

"Let me get this strait. You're going to go into the middle of the woods where just a little less than two years ago five people flipped out and killed a bunch of tourists, and then two of their own?" She paused and then said, "Can I come?"

"No!" Her brother said. "It's just me and my friends."

"Your gothic friends you mean. And I bet mom and dad haven't even given you permission, have they?" Her brother said nothing, but she could tell just by looking at his face that her words were defiantly true.

"Give me that!" Luke snapped, ripping the paper out of her hands and turning to leave.

"Take me with you," Sarah said softly, "Or I'll tell mom and dad." Luke froze. He turned and looked her up and down for a minuet, his eyes cold.

"Why do you want to come? You're a perfect little angel. You never do anything bad." Sarah glared.

"That's your damn fault. And that's exactly why I want to leave. I'm getting sick and tired of dealing with mom and dad flipping out when I'm home even a few minuets late, or some other stupid thing like that." She growled. Luke sighed and nodded.

"Alright. Hurry up and pack. We're leaving tonight at midnight." And so saying, he turned and left the room. Sarah squealed and raced to her closet and pulled out her own camping bag. She then began pulling out cloths and packing them into the bag.