Disclaimer: Joss owns Buffy, Wes Craven did Scream, though I have no idea who owns the rights, aside from the fact it’s not me.
Summary: If they did a fourth Scream movie, this is how it should go. Short and sweet.
Author’s note: Got this idea from a friend a few years back, finally getting around to writing it. Rated for language.
Damn that bitch. Kenneth Loomis viciously threw his dart through the picture of Sydney Prescott, the woman responsible for the deaths of his only family, his cousin and aunt. He would hurt her, he knew that, and he’d do it in the same way she hurt him, by killing off her family one by one. Then, if she was very, very lucky, he’d kill her. Ken opened the box at his feet, reaching past the Halloween costume, past his sharp, wonderful knife, and grasped his list of names and addresses. It was time to begin.
A few days later
Clad in his black cloak and mask, Ken stalked his victim. Some blond bimbo too stupid to know that little girls shouldn’t walk alone at night. Funny, he’d thought this would be harder. He gripped his knife and moved in on his prey.
Buffy was glad for the quiet night. Only a few vampires, and no demons. No signs, portents, or otherwise apocalypsey activity. She was about to call it a night when she sensed someone walking behind her. It didn’t feel like a demon or vamp, but it was definitely homing in on her. She sighed. It had been such a nice, quiet night. Buffy felt the presence close in on her, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught the flash of a blade. So much for a friendly passer-by. All traces of the blond ditz were gone as the slayer blurred into action.
Ken raised the knife and struck his target in the back. Or at least he meant to. The girl was no longer there. Somehow she’d dodged. What the-
The snap kick caught the would be murderer in the stomach, and as he folded over, Buffy followed it up with a fist that sent him crashing into a dumpster. That was when she recognized the costume. Buffy paled slightly as she regarded the man Sydney had told her about, the one who’d killed several of her cousins in the past month. Her eyes narrowed and her fists clenched as she advanced.