As Stu Macher's daughter, you knew very well what they said: Never trust the love interest. But.... What you also knew was that, it always was the boyfriend.

Your father, Stu. Billy Loomis. Richie Kirsch. Even that one blonde dude in the TV Show.

But never the girlfriend, which made you think you could do what none of them ever did:

Kill the final girl.

You met Sam on a party. It was when she straight tased some dude in the balls to save her sister. Some girl fought with her, right after she got a fight with her sister and threw her water.

This was your chance.

You pushed that one virgin nerd, (who weirdly smelled like a killer), and gave her tissues, your best smile, and your hidden number, who appeared when it came in contact with water.

"Thanks, and... Not bad. The number move, i mean." She said, her face illuminating with her first smile of the night.

And the rest was history.

Your first date was at a fancy restaurant. Dorsia. It should have gave her a clue about your killing nature. You remember how she laughed at your joke about being hungry enough to cut somebody in pieces and eat them ASAP. She took your jacket when you gave it to her after seeing how cold she was. When you arrived to her house, she turned to you, just like you planned.

"Stay?" She asked, her hardened gaze full of fake innocence... And mischief.

And... You got to take it back after a heated night. With a strand of her hair as trophy, a breakfast in bed, and her asking you to call her again. Over a month, you joined her friend group. Over six, you bonded and helped each of them deals with their traumas. It was easy. Too easy. But of course, He came.

The curse your life.

Ghostface.

And not one. Nor two. But three this time.

But it didn't stop you. Firstly, because Sam was yours to kill. But also... Because there wasn't any length you wouldn't go to to keep the only person who could understand how difficult it is to grow up as the daughter of a serial killer.

You took them down all. One by one. That one virgin nerd (because yes. He was a killer), that shady cop and even that slutty redhair (okay, that one, you didn't saw her coming... Back from the grave).

As Quinn's body hit the ground of the Ghostface's shrine, your grip on the gun didn't soften. Sam's eyes were locked on you, with a single question in her mind, you could guess through her eyes.

So your bloody hand, caressed her hair, to reach and cup her cheek. You gave her that same smile who made her melt the first time, and asked her if she trusted you.

"Of course i do." She answered, her hand lacing with yours, on her cheek.

When you joined Tara and, Sam dropped her father's mask... You secretly took your's.

Because you knew.

That as long as she trusted you... She would be yours. To love... Like to kill.