DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna and my other OCs.

AN: Okay, In this chapter we get to see a familiar face which I hope works out in the end haha. Just bare with me here .

Chapter Eight

(One month later)-A week before Halloween

(Katarzyna "Kat)

After Emmy's incident at school, I began to meet her at the end of the day and walk home with her. My counselor at college had advised me from doing so because that would make me skip my last class but I only brushed it off. I was already in need of a couple of classes that were only available later in the day when Emmy would be home and I couldn't leave her alone. Not to mention that I needed to find a job to bring some extra money in and I couldn't rely on my inheritance forever; eventually that would run out.

That was a problem with living in "The Boogeyman's House" in a small town: no one was willing to babysit for you in any way. It didn't help that I was once close friends with said boogeyman who now terrorized and killed everyone around Halloween time.

The day my luck changed was Friday, about a week after Emmy's fight. Emmy had been running full speed ahead of me as we walked down the street towards the house.

"Emmy, slow down!" I yelled for about the fifth time.

"What? I can't hear you!" she called back before laughing, "And besides you can't do anything out here in the open!"

"Just wait until we get home where the only witness there is an escaped mental patient whose new best friend is a butcher knife," I muttered under my breath as I watched her retreating form. Honestly, I hadn't seen Michael since that night in my room. Sure here and there I would find more threatening notes and, most recently, dead animals on the back step. Occasionally when I was sleeping, I would wake up feeling as if someone was watching me and every so often, I would hear Emmy in random rooms talking to someone, but I had yet to see any sign that he was lurking about the house. I was actually starting to miss the guy.

Distance makes the heart grow fonder after all, I guess.

Unaware of my surroundings, I hadn't seen another person round the corner until Emmy collided with her and they fell. I ran over and pulled Emmy up before helping up the girl.

"I'm so sorry!" I apologized before sending a glare towards Emmy, "Didn't I tell you to slow down?"

"It's okay," the girl laughed, "I'm fine," as she brushed herself off, I looked at her and my eyes widen in shock. She had the same dirty blonde hair, even the same eyes as her brother yet she looked so much like her sister. She may have been a baby last time I saw her, but the smile and resemblance gave her away.

"Angel," I breathed in disbelief. The girl immediately stiffened and looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"What did you call me?" her voice was tense, scared even as she continued to stare at me. I hadn't realized I had spoken out loud as the air between us was suddenly suffocating. Before I could respond she was already talking.

"My name is Laurie, you must have me confused with someone else," she said quickly, her eyes shimmering with tears and she stood in place, almost as if she couldn't move.

"Judging by your reaction, I have a feeling that I'm not," I said calmly.

"Please," she said, "I really just want to move on,"

"I'm not trying to cause trouble," I shook my head, "I'm just an old friend of your family,"

"The Myers," she said but it came out more like a question.

"I was close friends with Michael," I said and I saw fear pass over her eyes as she looked at me.

"He's dead," she said, "I watched him die," I kept my mouth closed and nodded. I looked down at Emmy and was thankful that she was more occupied with a nearby butterfly than our conversation.

"I didn't know he was dead," I lied, hoping it would calm her, "I moved away to California shortly before he escaped the sanitarium, I just moved back here about a week or so ago," that seemed to do the trick, as I watched her shoulders relax as she still stared at me.

"I'm Kat," I smiled, holding out my hand.

"I prefer Laurie," she responded, shaking my hand. She looked over at Emmy who had successfully caught the butterfly and was gently petting a wing with her finger, "Who is that?"

"That's my cousin-,"

"Emmy!" Emmy ran over and waved at Laurie, "We moved here after Kat's dad died,"

"I inherited my father's estate and decided to just plant my roots," I said.

"You're the one who moved into the Myers house, aren't you?" she asked. I nodded and felt my cheeks warm.

"Yeah, but it's just a regular, old house, nothing really stands out to me," I shrugged.

"But what about-," I shot Emmy a look that immediately shut her up. The last thing I needed was to give the girl a heart attack. She already seemed petrified that I knew her brother, the last thing we needed was for her to find he was alive and basically living with me.

"So what are you planning to do here in Haddonfield?" she asked, making me look back at her.

"Well right now, I'm taking some classes at the college and looking for a job ," I said, laughing, "It's getting pretty hard to get things sorted out when I have to make sure my schedule works around Emmy being at school because I can't leave her home alone, obviously,"

"Why don't you get a babysitter?"

"This is a very superstitious town; the moment I moved into the Myers House I was a pariah and unfortunately people are afraid of me because I used to be the best friend of Michael Myers,"

Laurie shifter her weight from foot to foot and stared at the concrete before looking up at me. She looked as though she was trying to decide something. Finally, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes a moment before opening them.

"I used to babysit for some of the local kids years ago," she said, her face looking conflicted and nervous, "If you need a babysitter, if you want, I can watch her when you need me to. I can always use the extra money too,"

I wasn't sure what to say. I could see in her face that she was on edge and I didn't blame her; poor girl went through hell, according to Loomis, and now in hopes of starting over, she meets her tormentor's childhood friend who was in need of a babysitter. This suggestion was almost her way of facing her fears.

"That would be great," I said, "I can pay you like $20 a night," she nodded and told me where she lived before beginning to walk away.

"Hey, Laurie!" I called and she turned around.

"Yes?"

"I know why you suddenly wanted to do this," I said, "I understand," she nodded and continued on her way while Emmy and I walked home. All the while I could only think of how quickly that escalated.

/oo/

(A week later)-October 30th

Letting Laurie babysit Emmy proved to be an extreme benefit on my part. I was able to take the classes I needed and was able to take them all Monday through Wednesday. Another stroke of luck had come to me when I was able to get a part time job at a nearby diner, working the night shift and getting weekends off.

"So what do you think of Laurie?" I asked one night as I placed her dinner in front of her.

"I like her," she said, "How does she know Michael?"

"Remember that little girl in my stories? Her name was Angel but Michael called her Boo?"

"Yeah, that was his baby sister,"

"Well that is Boo," I said, "But she doesn't like talking about Michael and doesn't know he is alive. So don't say anything,"

"Okay," she said and continued eating. Part of me wondered if she would keep her promise or make a slip up.

"Good, now pop quiz: Where do you go tomorrow after school?" I asked.

"I go to Laurie's house," she rolled her eyes.

"And I should be there to get you about 8:30," I finished for her before sitting down at the table with my own dinner.

"I'm sorry I can't take you trick or treating tomorrow, I didn't know my boss was going to make me work so late," I apologized.

"It's okay," Emmy shrugged, "Laurie said she would take me out with the other kids from my class and their parents," I nodded and looked down at my plate, finishing my meal in silence.

/oo/

(The next night)-Ocotber 31st-Halloween

I had just finished wiping down the last table in the diner and headed to the back room to get my things when I noticed the white shoebox. It rested on my jacket with a folded note on top that had my name written on it. I unfolded it and knew Michael's writing, the word on the page sending a chill down my spine.

BABY

My stomach began spin as I took a deep breath and slowly opened the lid. My hand flew to my mouth to keep from losing my dinner.

It wasn't my guinea pig, Baby, but it was a freshly killed guinea pig that was the same color as my childhood pet. I slammed the lid back on a stormed out the back door to the dumpster and threw the box in.

"I know you're out here!" I yelled and strained my eyes to see into the shadows. I noticed his silhouette slowly appear and the moonlight bounce off a part of his mask.

"That was just cruel," I said, embarrassed at how my voice cracked. His intention was to scare me but instead it backfired and only angered me. I spun around and ran to the back room to grab my jacket, ready to go home and go to bed. But when I headed towards the front door, I found him blocking my path.

"Move Michael," I said taking a few more steps forward but he didn't budge. He only stared down at me and I noticed how black his narrowed eyes were. He was angry.

Suddenly he took a step towards me and I took one of my own back. I unsheathed my dagger from my waistband and held it in my grasp. I didn't want to fight him but I knew what could happen if he was angry and knew I would have to defend myself.

With a speed that I had never seen from him before, Michael was in front of me and our knives were collided together. Within seconds it looked like a hurricane had hit the diner as the two of u struggled for dominance. He seemed to know all my moves before I could make them and he was shockingly quick so I couldn't predict where he would be next.

I should have known that I wouldn't win when he knocked the dagger from my hand and grabbed me by the upper arms, throwing us into a familiar position we had been in at the asylum nearly eight years earlier; right before I kissed him for the first time.

I could hear him breathing through his mask as he stared at me, angrily. I looked into his black eyes and could see bits of blue swirling in their depths, telling me that my Michael was still there somewhere. I tried to catch my breath as neither of us moved, his grip never letting up and my eyes never leaving his.

"Michael," his name came out as more of a whisper and not the hard command I was hoping for as he leaned closer, as if daring me to challenge him again. Just like last time, I wasn't thinking when I suddenly leaned forward and closed the distance between us.

It was weird kissing a mask and not him, but I didn't pay much mind as I tried to ignore the voice in my head screaming that I was crazy for doing such a thing. When reality finally caught up to me, I began to pull away when I felt a slight pressure come from the other side of the mask. He was responding to my kiss!

We stayed like that a moment before I felt pain slice across my collarbone, I shoved myself away and he let me as I stared down at my shirt, seeing blood seep through the fabric from the cut that slashed from right above my right breast to the middle of my collarbone. My gaze shot up to Michael and I was met with his hardened gaze and the knife in his hand, dripping blood. My blood.

Was his response to my kiss just a diversion? I wasn't sure, I was only sure about one thing: For the first time in my life, I was afraid of Michael Myers.

Not even bothering to pick up my dagger, I ran out of the diner, and began to cross the street. Looking over my shoulder I saw Michael still in the diner, staring at me.

I never saw the car coming until my body collided with it…

Review! Cliffhanger! Next chapter we see the aftermath of the accident. Do not worry! Kat is going to survive obviously! Wouldn't be much of a story if I kill off the main character.

What will happen with Michael and Kat? Next chapter will be short. But it will be my favorite one by far :D