A/N: This is an entirely NEW story. It has NOTHING to do with my other stories. It takes place between Halloween 2 and Halloween 4. Please review and tell me what you think and weather I should continue this or not.
It was for the most part, an innocent love. He'd fallen for her the moment she was brought into the institution. Just the sound of her name could tame part of the beast that lurked within him. 'Donna.' That name, the name that made his dreadful curse almost bearable. Yes, she was only sixteen and Michael was twenty-one; but she made him feel, well…like less of a monster. She made Michael Myers, said to be only pure evil—feel like he was almost human.
Then came the news of her release. It pained both of them; she loved him more than anything. In addition, Michael knew she needed him. Yet, this was her last night at Smith's Grove—the sanitarium located in scenic-nowhere, otherwise known as Warren County Illinois. "Michael." She had said, so innocently. "I want to do this, I need to do this. You are the one. I wouldn't want it to go to anyone else. Take me." She whispered. He did as she commanded. As a parting gesture, a promise for eternal love.
He placed his lips to hers, although Michael never spoke, Donna knew it was his way of agreeing. He would carry out the seductively sinful deed, sealing the promise that she was eternally his. She was his everything. Michael and Donna, wrapped in each other's arms, headed over to the bed.
He would forever remember that night: October 17th, 1978.
Eleven months later…
A package arrived at Michael's childhood home .he opened it with curiosity. Who would send him mail? He looked at the address once he pulled out the tape. Donna Rambert. 1662 Elm Street, Springwood Illinois. He looked at the tape, meant to be played in a VCR…his family had an old one that was left behind once he killed Judith. Michael placed the tape inside the VCR, as soon as the tape began to play; the face he longed to see appeared on screen.
"Michael. I don't know if you'll get this, but I know of your escape. I'm making my way down to Haddonfield to find you, but I may not make it." She said, he eyes, even though they were staring into the camera at the time it was recorded, they were filled with fear.
"Michael, I'm sick. I have some type of leukemia; the doctors say I might not have much time left. I want to spend what little time I have left with you. I know about the killings, I'm not afraid." She said, he heard a few clicks as she turned the camera to something, moving closer, panning in on a small dark-eyed child. "This is your daughter Michael. I'm bringing her too. Her name is Amanda, she reminds me so much of you. Take care of her when I'm gone,"
Then, something made his attention turn from the video. Someone was walking on the porch. He grabbed his knife, ready to slit the throat of whoever it was. He threw open the door to reveal a teenaged girl with a small infant in her arms. Michael smiled behind his mask. Donna looked up, her sharp brown eyes looking perplexed. She took one hand and shifted the child, then used her free hand to tug the mask off Michael's face.
"There is the face I know," she said, moving in to kiss him. He looked down at baby Amanda, her black eyes wide with wonder as she looked up at Michael. "Would you like to hold your daughter?" Donna asked. Michael shut the door and reached his arms out. Donna placed the child in Michael's awaiting arms, gently repositioning them to support the baby.
"We're a family now," she whispered.
Two years passed. Things went nicely for the three of them. But, then, on February 19th of 1980, Donna finally ended her battle with leukemia, the disease claming her life at her young age of 18. Amanda only being two year old. It hurt Michael when the small child looked up at him so innocently, "Dada, what wrong with mommy?" when they walked in to discover that Donna had died in her sleep.
When she died, a part of Michael darkened. He no longer cared about anything. However, seeing his daughter, who resembled Donna so much except for her eyes, he knew he couldn't fully succumb to his curse. He had to keep control. He had to raise Amanda, who was now the only thing of importance in his life. He would be the best damn father ever, he silently promised himself.
A few weeks later, Donna's families were having her funeral. Michael hated giving the body up, but it was for the best. He even showed up (unmasked) at a funeral. He wanted to go up and speak, to profess how he loved Donna. But he didn't. Instead, Michael sat in the back and watched. As the room cleared, before they were to carry out the body, he took little Amanda to see her mother one last time. "Is mama come back?" Amanda asked quietly, too young to understand the concept of death. Michael just shook his head and carried the child out. As he placed her in bed once they got home, the five words Donna had said two years ago echoed in his mind. "Michael, this is your daughter," That made him he silently swore to protect his little girl forever. It was what Donna always wanted.
A/N: This was more of a prologue. Please review.