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One Year, 7 Months Later, Langdon Illinois.

October 29, 2001

A/N: Hello all, I decided to start off another story with these chapters because I felt the old story was evolving into this. It starts out H20ish and really it is Jennifer's H20(more like a H22 for her), she's changed her identity and is living with the Doyle family now that her child has been born. Oh and really quick. We're going to say that Michael's visit to Marion in 1998 never happened ok? Ok.

Marion Wittington pulled up to her two story, white house, the people across the street were carving a pumpkin and lots of kids were running around, anxious about what would happen in two days. She got out of the car, cigarette in mouth, hand fumbling in her purse for her house keys. She didn't notice the broken glass from her lamp until she stepped on it, her eyes went from the glass, to the lamp and she nudged the door to see it was open.

She poked her head in and looked around, recoiled when she heard thudding from the upstairs somewhere, like stuff being thrown down. She looked around at the careless neighbors of this quiet little block, people she'd despised for their happy go luckiness. "Shit!" She cursed, then ran across the lawn to the next door.

She knocked with a fury, rang the doorbell then heard a thump from the driveway, cautiously she moved over there and looked toward the back, then moved to turn to the front and jumped to see Jimmy, the boy from next door in his hockey mask. "Jesus Jimmy!"

He chuckled and removed it, his friend came over by him. "Hey, what's got you so worked up?"

She sighed in relief and shook her head. "My house was broken into!"

"No shit!" He said, excited and astounded.

"No shit." She groaned.

Jimmy came trotting out a while later, having called the police from his house. "Nothing to fear, the coast is clear."

"You're sure?" His friend asked.

"Yup. I checked all the rooms and closets."

"Nothings missing?" She asked, feeling a bit better.

"I don't think so," he paused. "Oh but they did a number on your office."

She froze, tilted her head. "My office?" Her aged face had no question in it.

"Yeah there's crap everywhere, they also messed up your kitchen pretty bad. Later!" He walked off with his friend, who had stood outside with her.

She took another drag of her cigarette and threw it to the ground. "So much for the cops." She went inside and closed the door, flipped the lock and slapped at the switches, but no light's came on. She groaned, exhaled deeply and went to the laundry room, worked the fuses. They didn't work either and so she slammed the box closed, her heart thudding. "Shit!"

She reached onto a shelf and got her flashlight, then ventured to the study. All her files, papers, encyclopedia's, everything had been thrown onto the floor. She reached for the folder nearest, labeled LLOYD, JAMIE. All of it's contents were missing. Now she took up the next file, LLOYD, JENNIFER, also completely empty as well as MYERS, STEVEN. She cursed and froze as she heard the front door swing open in the living room. She stepped down the hall to it, looked around it, unaware of the Shape right down the hall at the back door. She closed it again and turned to see the back door wide open.

She moved forward a bit, saw movement and lost it, dropped the flashlight and ran out the front door, along the lawn again to Jimmy's house. She slammed the door open and ran to the stairs, she heard a TV running but wasn't sure where it was, it was so loud. She moved to the den. "Jimmy!"

Jimmy sat in the chair, facing her, an ice skate shoved in his face. She shrieked and began to cry, ran to the kitchen, the back door. She opened it and gasped as the other boy, knife in back fell onto her. "Oh, oh my God." And there he was, Michael Myers hovered over her, calmly stepping into the doorway. "Oh, oh my GOD!" She cried and shoved him off of her.

She ran from the kitchen back to the den as he grabbed a knife, she hid and when he stepped in he smirked. Now do I really look this stupid? He pretended to look around, prepared for some type of attack. She hit him with the pole as the police went into her house. He grabbed her ankle and she shrieked, "Hey!" and moved her leg just in time to miss his knife.

She stood and stumbled toward the window. "Help! Andy-!" Michael stood and grabbed her. "Andy, oh!" She turned and hit him again. Again, then she busted the window open. "Andy he's not dead!" Just in time as his knife slid across her throat, blood poured out and he carelessly dropped her corpse. Stupid, bitch! He silently stalked out to his car which held the papers he had stolen. First he picked up Jennifer's, flipped through as he drove out, without the police noticing.

Jennifer Lloyd, under name Samantha Doyle, living with Doyle family, 4962 Widowhouse Rd. Boston Mass. 55555. Lives also with Anastasia Doyle. Was scribbled on a piece of notebook paper in Marion's handwriting. He flipped through a few other papers from the file and breathed steadily as he found a copy of a birth certificate, marked October of last year, the 29th. 1 year ago today. It read

MOTHER: LLOYD, JENNIFER D. FATHER:(whited out)

NAME- LLOYD, ANASTASIA E. DOB- THURS, OCT. 29

WEIGHT- 7 LB'S 6 OZ. LENGTH- 23 INCHES

TIME- 6:15 PM DOCTOR- O'BRIAN, JACK

STREET ADDRESS OF MOTHER- 4962 WIDOWHOUSE RD.

STATE OF- MASSACHUSETS CITY- BOSTON

COUNTY- FORD

Michael felt his heart give an odd beat, a daughter. Halfway across the states he had a little girl, that he's never seen. He grinned softly as he pictured her, long, dark hair as her mother had had and blue eyes like his. God he hated sentiments. He got onto the highway, began heading east of Illinois, not even bothering with the other paper-clipped piles for Jamie and Steven.

He gazed at Jennifer's pile and admired the small picture of Jacob clipped into it, obviously sent to Marion by Jennifer. He had left him in Wynn's care while he went in search of his mother, and he already missed him horribly. He still didn't understand why she had run, he had gone to shower and think about the new baby and Jacob had come in alone. He had looked all over Haddonfield for her that night, to no avail.

He would often dream of her, when he slept. His humanity had sickened him these past few months so he had firmly decided that those who had hid her would die, and he would kill other birds with the same stone too.

He had only meant to steal her file, but he had seen Jamie's and Steven's and grown curious. Steven was living there too, as the Doyle's adopted son, which pissed him off more than Jennifer running off, his son was growing up with a lie. A smiled replaced Michael's wry anger, Steven was turning six tomorrow, and he was sure that Halloween was going to be more than fun for his "family".

Laughter sounded as Anastasia blew out her candle's (with Steven's help) and Samantha went into the kitchen for a knife. She was followed by Kara, who got some paper plates and napkins. Tommy came in for the silverware.

"Can you believe she's a year old?" Kara mused, leading them back into the dining room.

"I can believe that, I can't believe he hasn't come yet." Samantha groaned.

"Oh shush. He won't know where you are, the only people who know are Wittington and your mom and they'd die before telling." Tommy pointed out.

Samantha bit her lip. "That's what I'm afraid of."

"Mom, I'm going to Adam's house." Dan called, shuffling out the door.

Kara sighed. "Mr. Coolman strikes again."

"Ah, give him a break." Samantha laughed. "After all, he's almost a teenager."

Kara frowned. "Yeah, don't remind me."

"Mom! Ana's buried in the cake!"

"Shit!" Kara swore and the three ran into the dining room to watch the toddler pull her face from her cake. They all laughed and Tommy noted.

"At least we got a picture of it."

Jennifer let down her now sandy colored hair and frowned, she was an exact replica of her mother, only hair longer. She had died it when she had moved out of the Carruthers house and into the Doyle's. She had been horrified that it would harm her unborn child, but little Ana had been born soundly, and was healthy yet.

She smiled, becoming Samantha had been fun in a way. She was 'playing' Tommy's cousin, a doctor at the Saint Adelbart's Sanitarium, just a few minutes away. She sighed and turned off the bathroom light, walked to her bed in the conjoined room and was asleep within moments.

Her eyes opened and she looked about the room, it was eerily silent. She moved down the hall to her daughter's room to see all was well, Anastasia was asleep. She moved out to the living room and watched the grandfather clock strike midnight.

Wait a minute, we don't have a grandfather clock.

She turned and cried out as she watched Michael approach, knife in hand. She ran back down the hall and opened Kara and Tommy's door to find them slaughtered in bed, then she ran down to Ana's room and found the little girl wasn't there. She turned to the door, Michael stood, no weapon, Ana in his arms, he pointed for her to go look in Dan's room.

Silently she obeyed and opened the door to find Steven, plunging the knife his father had had countless times into his foster brother. She screamed and turned to run but Michael caught her in his arms.

She woke up screaming, covered in cold sweat, Tommy shaking her. "He's coming! Tommy! Kara! Steven, knife! Oh God he's coming!"

"Woah, woah, woah! Slow down! Now what did you see?"

"He was here and, got Ana, I looked into Dan's room and Steven was killing him, and you guys were dead and Michael was going to take me back." Tears poured down her face and Kara sat next to her, rubbed her back.

"It's ok Jenni. We wont let anything bad happen. It was just a dream! It isn't like it will happen."

Tommy shook his head. "I wouldn't say that babe, Jenni and Jamie both had nightmare's whenever he came, they both had this telepathic connection with him."

Kara's frightened eyes met her husbands. "So he's coming? And Steven, our little Steven is...."

"He was cursed at birth." Jennifer said cooly, bent her head and showed her wrist. "We all were."

Kara jumped back. "Thorn?"

Tommy shook his head. "Not necessarily. See which way the triangle is facing? Michael's is the opposite way, she has the intelligence and the nice life span. Bt she isn't immortal and isn't super strong. She's just meant to be his wife."

"Talk about a killer prenup." Kara muttered.

Jennifer laid back. "You can go back to bed now, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah, for now at least."

Mwa ha ha. Longer but how do you like it? Oh by the way, if anyone knows anything about Boston some real area codes and counties would be awesome. Most of that Birth certificate is fake.

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SA