At Aron and Dana's suggestion Laurie comes with them to "help her free herself," Laurie laughs in their faces. However once they leave, she can't stop thinking about doing that very thing. But for entirely her own reasons. To see Michael's face one last time before he is transferred. Even if she has absolutely no desire to tell the killer the true reason she is there.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Laurie strode smiled in satisfaction as she looked up, expecting to see the plastic and fibre glass explosion from the manakin she'd just shot. Her mouth opened in disbelief. She'd missed. That never happened. She was God damn Laurie Strode. She never missed. In fact, she hadn't missed in the last two years. So, what the bloody hell? As she raised the gun to shoot again and replaced her ear defenders, she understood why. Her hands were shaking.
Laurie stared out of her window as the two British journalists drove out of her gates, which closed behind them with a solid sounding click. What the hell? They'd wanted to interview her about Michael Myers. Uncaring bastards. If they had the slightest idea… No way in hell was she going to walk in to Smith's Grove and talk to Michael. Say everything she wanted to say to him? Sit down in a safe environment? Help her free herself? That was never going to happen. But only she knew the true reasons why. All of them. It would stay that way. Not to mention the so-called boogeyman had killed her friends. She'd point blank refused to believe in the "boogeyman" of famous legend. That was until she'd come face to face with him. Something about the silent masked killer had fascinated Laurie. But she couldn't put her finger on it. Or maybe she just didn't want to. Over the last 20 years since his killing spree, she'd tried to ask herself why. She couldn't. Because she had no answer. "Free yourself?" She smiled grimly at the male journalist's impossible statement. He didn't have a God damn clue. Nor would he. This was her secret. She'd carry it to her damn grave. Which if Myers found out, she could be in sooner than she wanted.
"Stop!" Laurie cursed herself as she got in to her pickup. "Stop!" This was madness. What the hell was she doing? Was she actually, really going to do this? Drive to the damn hospital and… Then what? The night before she'd hardly slept. Scratch that. Hadn't. She hadn't been able to stop thinking. About him. The "boogeyman." He was getting transferred on Halloween, taken to a maximum secure unit. He'd never get out for the rest of his days. No contact, nothing. So, tell him. It's not like he'll ever be able to repeat it, or… No! No! No way in hell! So why the hell had she made that damn phone call?
"I want to see him… Tomorrow… Yes… Thank you… I am Laurie Strode…"
Not only that, but she'd also visited Annie's, Paul's, Bob's and Linda's graves. It was ridiculous, but if she was going to do this, they had to know why. "I'm sorry," she'd said quietly as she'd laid flowers by the four side by side gravestones. "I have to do this. He did something to me that night two years ago. Please don't hate me? I don't even know what it was. He just… Looked at me and walked away. Since then, I haven't been able to figure out why. He's getting transferred tomorrow, so I'll never see him again after this and hopefully it'll give me some closure. He haunts my nightmares night after night. I need this. I know you'd want me to live on, so to do that I need closure first. He'll be gone this time in two days. I really hope you can understand."
Now, here she was. Pulling out of her driveway and hitting the highway. The very man she'd built all the security, learned to shoot, had feelings for… Wait. What? Laurie slammed on her breaks. She couldn't do this. She just couldn't. This was madness. Is it though? Said a quiet voice in her mind which had been there all night. After all, he's getting transferred tomorrow. What are you really doing after all? Setting demons to rest? What's wrong with that? Now, maybe the words "free yourself" didn't sound quite so crazy…
She'd been told last night by phone that she'd have to submit to an intense search and couldn't take anything through. Recording devices, nothing. Laurie smirked. The two journalists would've hated that rule. But to her it didn't matter. She didn't want anyone else to hear this. Wait. Hear what? She wasn't going to tell him all of it. No damn way! Before she knew it, she'd reached the hospital and they weren't wrong. The search was indeed intense. But she had absolutely nothing on her. Even though part of her had wished she could take a gun through and… So why was she so relieved she couldn't? Damn, her emotions were twisted as all hell. No. She'd decided on the drive up. She'd stick to the minimum, if indeed she spoke to him at all. After all, what the hell? He didn't.
She'd been told the only time limit she had was Michael's transfer time. No way would she just look at him through thick glass for almost 24 hours. They'd explained to her the glass was attached to his cell and Myers could leave the glass at any time. If he did that, she could wait for 30 minutes but if he didn't return, she'd have to leave. Once again as she was finally led through countless doors, she asked herself what the fuck she was doing? But it was too late to turn back now.
Shaking hands with the famous Dr Ranbir Sartain, his preliminary safety conversation and how everything worked, all the while staring at her like she was a piece of valuable treasure. Laurie understood why. She was all over Michael's case file. She could hardly concentrate. A strange feeling of… What? Was building inside her. Terror? Excitement? Dread? Longing? She tried to shake off that last. Longing for Myers? Totally insane, crazy, no logic. Yet…
Finally, she was there. The heavy door closed and she was left looking at a thick sheet of she was sure bullet proof glass. Seconds later a small window slid aside revealing a patch of see through glass, just big enough for them to see each other. Next to it was a microphone and speaker device Laurie would use if she did decide to speak to him. Not that she would. About a minute later, she heard the sound of a heavy door slamming closed on the other side of the glass. Silence, then, there he was…
Laurie felt her heart jolt. That was the only way she could describe it. Jolt, as her and Myers locked eyes through the glass. The man who'd haunted her nightmares for the last two decades. Of course, his face was blank, emotionless. If he recognised her there wasn't a flicker of it in his expression. But who was she kidding? Of course he recognised her. She was an idiot if she thought he didn't. Their gaze was intense and didn't waver once. Laurie had no idea how much time had passed until she looked at her watch and saw they'd been almost fighting each other just with their gazes for an hour at least. As a result, Laurie cursed herself when she was the one who finally broke, looking away. Damn. He'd won that first battle. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Now what? Speak? Not speak? But whether she liked it or not, she knew she'd gone too far now to at least not say something. Something, but not all. She was determined on that. No way would she, could she, tell him it all. She picked up the microphone device and felt herself swallow again. Was she scared? Or was she…
"Michael," she said very quietly. Just saying his name caused her lips to go dry. Her heart was hammering in her chest. But why? She was safe and she knew it, he couldn't as much as touch her hand, but everything she would never say was pressing down on her like a brick forcing someone to the bottom of a river. She had to regain control. But his intense gaze was back on hers and she was losing it. What was more, she knew this. So did he. Again, he was winning. Damn it Strode! She cursed silently. Do it, or don't! Stop being so… But so, what? There was the question she couldn't answer. Was she in some sort of crazy awe of this man? That made no sense. Or was she really, actually… But how could she be? He'd killed her friends in cold blood… But not her. That was ludicrous, crazy, pick your word and yet…
"I won't ask if you remember me," Laurie's voice was steady. How, she had no idea. "Of course you do. As clearly as I remember you. You've haunted my damn nightmares for two decades. Take that with you Michael, as if you care! I hate you, damn it I hate you! I know if you got the chance, you'd finish the job you started two years ago, or at least give it a good shot. Too bad for you huh?" I hate you, but yet damn it I… I love you. Again, Laurie was the first to blink. When she started speaking again, she couldn't stop.
"I hate you Michael Myers, but damn you! You're my obsession! I can't stop thinking about, wondering and finally having to see you. You've got so deep in to my very being, I can't… Couldn't let go! Damn you Myers, why? I don't just mean why did you kill my friends either. I mean why the hell are you doing this to me? My whole life has been changed by you! I can't think, sleep, function! I say again, my obsession, Michael Myers! That's you! God damn you I hope that when you get transferred tomorrow I can finally move on! You don't have a clue, do you? You don't care, do you? Of course you fucking don't! You know those two journalists wanted me to talk to you in front of them? Twats! Not happening! I wouldn't mind if you killed them though! Idiots! Damn you Myers I want to look away, I want to just walk out of here right now and never look back, but you're under my very skin! You've changed my life so completely in so many ways! I wish I only hated you, I wish I only feared you! That would make this so much easier! My life would be so much more straight forward! But I… I don't! Damn you I hate you for this Myers! I'm not even talking about the kills now! I think I…"
She slammed on her mental breaks. Fuck! Shit! She'd almost, almost told him! So much for restraint. She had to stand. She had to leave. Now! But she couldn't. Because when she tried to stand, her legs felt like jelly and she fell back in to her seat. She was sure Myers had clocked this. Again, their intense, unblinking gaze locked. She was never more thankful to which ever God existed that he was leaving tomorrow. He'd never be able to try to kill her again. Or touch her, or… Stop it! Laurie glanced down at his white shirt. Wanting more than anything to… Rip it off and feel his muscular chest? It wouldn't be a knife she'd touch it with either… Then… For fuck sake woman! Get a grip!
So why did she follow Myers out in to the yard hours later? Why the hell was she still there? Laurie knew she wasn't allowed to cross the yellow line and was… Was what? Thankful? Desperate to do so? She found her legs were shaking. Not surprising really and grasped one of the security rails against the wall. He was so close, but so far… Go! Shouted her mind. Just go! Leave damn it! She didn't move an inch. As she stood there, she suddenly realised that none of the other patients were coming anywhere near Michael's warning zone. Were they as afraid of him as everyone else was? The screaming, insane laughter made Laurie's hair stand up on end. She'd heard of how when that idiot, what was his name, Aaron? Had shown Michael the mask, the other patients had quite literally, gone mad. Idiot. Talk about dangerous, security or not.
She glanced around. There were guards all over the huge yard, all armed with guns in shoulder holsters. Red alarm buttons everywhere around the part of the yard the guard's stood in which the patients couldn't access due to high fences. As if on cue, Laurie felt a gentle hand on her arm. It was one of the guards. "You ok?" His voice was gentle. "Miss. Strode?"
She glanced up, starting slightly. She'd been so lost in her thoughts that she'd heard or seen nothing as he approached her. His eyes were kind and for some reason not even she knew, she instantly trusted him. The first trust she'd felt in years.
"Sorry," she smiled nervously. "I… I'm just…"
"On edge?" He smiled gently back at her. "It's ok. This place does that to a lot of people."
Her gaze was fixed on Myers, as was his on her. She'd never seen anyone standing so still as he was now.
"Can I get you anything?"
"I'm ok," she gave him another small smile. He remained by her side and gratitude swelled within her. "Does everyone here know my name?" She smiled faintly at him again.
He didn't have to answer. Of course they did.
There was no one near them now. The 3 of them were alone. Laurie again tried to smile at the guard, that was when it happened. Her eyes filled with tears. To her horror, she hastily turned around, trying desperately to hold her emotion in. Michael couldn't see this. He couldn't… Gently, the guard placed his hand on her arm.
"He's haunted my nightmares for two years," Laurie found the words pouring out to this stranger, in a low voice close to his ear. "He killed my friends in cold blood and almost me. He's dangerous, silent, remorseless and yet I had to see him! It's been 20 years nearly to the day since that terrible night. October 31st, 1978. But… But I don't know what the fuck's happening to me! He's all I can think about, it's like part of me hates and wants to kill him, but the other part… Jesus I…"
"Am in love with him?" The guard finished, very softly. Laurie stared at him. It'd all come out. She hadn't meant it to. She wanted to deny it, tell him he was crazy, dispute her love for Myers to the death… But she couldn't. Her and the guard's eyes locked, an understanding without words passing between them. "You can't look away from him. I bet you've been telling yourself for hours to go, just leave. But you can't. You're shaking. There's sweat on your forehead. So yes, it's obvious."
Laurie broke down entirely then, and the guard took her hand and squeezed it tightly. Gratitude and affection again swelled up in her chest. "My security's advanced," she murmured, still hardly able to speak through tears. "I know how to shoot in case he came back for me as I know one day he will, and yet, my most vulnerable part to him has no security at all, and I don't understand it!"
"Your heart," the guard nodded understanding. "I know."
"You sound like you've been there," Laurie said very quietly. The guard just smiled sadly in response. "When someone occupies your every waking and even sleeping moment, sometimes our emotions get twisted the wrong way," he said softly eventually.
"I can't stop wondering, if I crossed that line, would he try to kill me, or…" Again, the guard nodded sympathetically. She didn't have to finish the sentence. "I know it's a risk you can't take and it's a question I'll never get answered, but still, it's there."
"Of course it is," the guard said gently. "Nothing wrong there. You do also realise love isn't a sin, right?"
"Even with…" Laurie began.
"Yes," the guard cut her off. "Even with Michael Myers. If I'm right, you don't want to leave because you don't want to say goodbye until you have to. Believe me Miss. Strode, I get it."
"Laurie," Laurie said softly. "Call me Laurie. As for what you've just said…" But she couldn't continue. Because damn it he was right!
"Have you told him?" The guard asked.
"Fuck no!" Laurie gaped at him. "You're kidding?"
"Is that because he's being transferred tomorrow? Or is it because you're understandably afraid of his reaction?"
"Ok now you are kidding right? Come on man! He doesn't care! He's Michael Myers, the masked killer! The "boogeyman!" Be real!"
"Yet, you feel safe close to him, don't you?" The guard ignored what she'd just said. "If you didn't, you wouldn't be standing so close to him. You'd be running the other way. You don't really believe he's going to kill you. Do you? Or if he is, you'd almost welcome it."
"Since when did you become a counsellor?" She again tried to smile. It didn't work this time. For the second time, he was right. Without even realising it, she stepped forward and now her toes were just over the line's edge.
"Careful," the guard said gently. "I'm supposed to pull you back at this point. Any closer he'll be able to reach you."
"But you won't." Laurie said very softly. "Will you." They both knew it wasn't a question.
Laurie knew the line she was treading, pun not intended, but she didn't care. She'd gone too far now. Did she dare? Just one more step and… Michael may be chained to a block of concrete, but she knew only too well what he was capable of. The chains wouldn't stop him. Not with her. For the first time, Laurie glanced at the guard's name badge. Adrian.
"Would you stop me taking that last step if I tried, Adrian?" She breathed.
For answer, the guard simply took her elbow. Laurie heard his silent reply as clearly as if he'd yelled it. I should, but no. Laurie felt as if she was about to jump off the edge of a huge drop. If she did this, there really would be no going back…
Laurie stared through her truck's windows as the secure bus drove slowly through the gates. She hadn't watched Michael board, she couldn't. This was it. Was her nightmare finally, finally over? Or was it just beginning? Why had she done what she had? It was stupid. Said what she had. That was even more stupid! Talk about an easy damn target! She'd asked herself again and again why she'd done it, said it, but couldn't come up with an answer. She drank a small bottle of whisky in one, as the bus passed as close as it would get to her vehicle. Laurie lowered her head. She wasn't sure why. Who the hell would see her anyway? The damn bus windows were black.
Laurie stepped over the yellow line. Adrian was at her side. She knew hardly anyone had dared to stand where she was now. Was she insane? Wanting to die? As soon as she'd stepped across, Myers had turned to face her. She saw Sartain approach, but made no move to stop her when he saw Adrian with her. All he did was watch. She and Myers could now touch each other. Laurie could tell from the look on the doctor's face that Michael had never turned to face the yard before. Adrian stepped back ever so slightly, his hand still on her arm. Reassurance, she guessed. Laurie was sure she had finally gone crazy, when her hand rested very lightly on Michael's arm. He made no move to shrug her off or step back. On the contrary, he stepped forward and she heard his chains clink against the block he was chained to. They stared at each other for what felt like hours, but in reality, was surely only seconds. Then, it happened.
Laurie stared at the TV screen, disbelief keeping her routed to the spot. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. She had to be dreaming. Had to be. But she wasn't. The bus had crashed. All guards were believed dead. Adrian hadn't been on board. Laurie knew damn well who was responsible. Believed dead? She stared again at the screen. It wasn't confirmed? The day before, she'd been proved wrong in her previous thoughts. She hadn't left until Michael was transferred. Michael hadn't left the glass when placed back in his cell. Neither had she.
It wasn't long before she heard the soft click. What was that? She straightened up immediately, reaching for her pistol. Maybe she was hearing things, worrying about nothing, but she was taking no chances. There it was again. It was at her front gate.
Immediately, as she'd done countless times over the years, she checked her security yet again. She was sure the wire mesh, iron bars and securely locked windows and doors would keep someone out. Someone maybe, she thought with a grim smile. But not him.
Earlier that day Laurie had flicked on the news, which was when the fragile axes her world spun on had stopped. Michael Myers had escaped from a routine transfer from the state hospital. The bus had crashed, and all the guards were found unconscious, chained to the seats. Not dead? Ever since she'd seen it, she hadn't been able to sit still, think or relax. She knew there was only one reason he would've done that. He was coming for her. Laurie debated what she should do. Should she go out and confront him head on? Or let him try and get through her security?
That was when his arm smashed through the window beside her front door knocking the wire mesh straight in to her hall as if it were made of plastic. That was when Laurie felt the fear take hold. Unstoppable and undeniable. There was part of her which just wanted to fall to the floor in a panicking wreck or scream. But she knew she couldn't. It was just the two of them tonight, alone. Just as she'd suspected it would be all these years. The masked killer reached through, easily lifting the security bar away from the front door and throwing it aside. Seconds later she saw him turning her locks. She grabbed a kitchen knife as well as her pistol and waited. It was all she could do. She wasn't going to speed up her own death. Instead she was going to stay alive and kill him.
The seconds it took for him to open her front door felt to Laurie like a child must feel when opening a present. Taking forever to get to the inside, yet getting there as quickly as they could. Laurie didn't know if she just wanted him to get it over with or take as long as he could. Laurie flicked on the flashlight on the end of her pistol and backed in to the living room, desperately trying to keep her eyes on the front door. Before she knew just how it happened, she heard his footsteps walking slowly and calmly across the hall. With minimum effort, Michael Myers was in her house! That thought sickened her. She'd worked so hard for years on security and Myers had bought it down in seconds.
The fear took hold in full measure. Laurie bolted for the stairs, and ran up them as fast as she could. All her adrenaline, the want to fight, to kill him, had fled. Right then, she was only terrified. Running in to her bedroom, she secured the door the best she could by dragging a chair and her table against it. It wouldn't do a very good job, but it might buy her enough time to get out through the window, or via the balcony. Right then, she had no other plan. She could hear him walking below her, and knew he was looking for her. I told you he'd come back for me, Laurie really wanted to shout at her deniers, the ones who insisted she was crazy, paranoid. She had no doubt in her mind now. Michael Myers hadn't killed her that night two years ago, so tonight, he would finish what he started.
Finally, she heard him walking up her stairs. She desperately tried to keep calm, to stop herself making a sound. She checked her pistol was loaded; it was. If it came down to hand to hand combat between them which it looked like it was going to, she at least wanted to give herself a chance of survival. She'd spent the last 9 years learning how to use guns, to shoot effectively, but now the moment had come she doubted whether she'd actually be able to do it and take a human life. Even his. For a second, she toyed with the idea of just opening the door and getting on with it. Why cause more damage than she had to? It wasn't like Michael Myers was just going to knock and say "excuse me, may I come in and kill you?" She smiled humourlessly at that thought. The masked killer as far as she knew, had never once spoken.
Within seconds she heard the heavy thud against her bedroom door and knew it wouldn't hold against Michael's strength. Either she'd gone crazy, or the adrenaline had kicked in. She knew there was no point reasoning with him, it never got anyone anywhere. She wondered how many people he'd killed to get to her address. Although nothing had come through on the news. She knew that didn't mean a thing, but it still puzzled her. Before he could hit it a second time, she opened her bedroom door, instantly cocking her weapon.
"I'm not going to play hide and seek Michael," she said quietly. "It's just us this Halloween."
She made to pull the trigger, but immediately Myers's hand was on the gun, forcing it away from him. She had no chance of fighting. He was way too strong. He stepped towards her then and Laurie tried to move her arm to raise the gun a second time. But Myers was still holding her arm in such a tight grip she couldn't even make it twitch. Her arm and shoulder were starting to go numb under it. She looked up in to his masked face and cold, blank gaze, and that was when she noticed. He wasn't holding a knife. Great, she thought sarcastically. Brilliant. Like he needs a knife to kill me. Michael made his move then and with his superior strength, she didn't stand a chance. He released her numb arm and pulled the gun from her with ease. Shit, she thought. I'm screwed.
The masked killer lowered the gun to the table beside the wall, but it was on his other side and he had taken both her arms now so she couldn't reach it. Why wasn't she dead already? He pushed her completely against the wall with his body and Laurie could only stare in shocked disbelief as he removed his mask.
"What the…" Laurie had spoken before she could stop herself, as Michael lowered it and for the first time ever, she saw his face. Shit he's actually damn attractive, flashed across her mind. She gave herself a mental shake. For fuck's sake woman, this guy's going to kill you. You don't have time for looking!" How old was he now, she wondered? She again looked at his face, blank and expressionless as ever and was suddenly sure she was about to die. She may not have told him the truth and now she wasn't sure she'd done the right thing. She wasn't trying to save herself, but should she tell him first? Before he killed her? Yeah, she smiled grimly. That'd be an easy conversation. Michael, just before you kill me, I need to tell you I think I love you. But she didn't get a chance to think about it further. Because Myers finally made his move, slamming her against her bedroom wall, his body stopping her from moving a step. She looked in to his blank cold gaze and was sure this was it for her. Her life was over. He'd escaped as deep down she'd feared he would and was going to kill her 20 years too late.
"Michael," she breathed and hated the fact her voice shook. Damn it. "Michael, what are you…" That was as far as she got, because the killer grabbed her by the hair raising her head so their eyes locked. At the same time, his other arm released hers and Laurie couldn't stop drawing in a sharp breath as his other arm came around her and she was pulled violently against him. She kept her gaze on his, as with the arm around her he pulled her back from the wall. Laurie didn't have time to react and her shocked brain couldn't process what was happening.
As a result, she wasn't exactly sure when their lips met. All she knew was that once they crashed in to contact, her emotions went crazy. Longing, disbelief, Passion, lust and desire seemed to crackle between them, so powerful Laurie was sure she could have touched it. Their kiss seemed to last forever. Intense, unbreaking, passionate. Myers's arms had come tightly around her as they kissed, seemingly without cease. Myers was holding her tightly, almost violently to him. But she didn't care. If she was going to die tonight, then there was no better way to go. She found her body responding to him as he continued to kiss her, their lips moving against each other in a sensual dance. The killer released her hair and both his arms came around her, pulling her tightly against him, as their kiss intensified. The killer's kiss was hard, almost authoritative. But Jesus it was making her feel dizzy with desire…
"Michael," she gasped eventually, her heart pounding. "Michael, I…" But she got no further because the killer had taken her lips again with his and had lifted her up in his arms and towards her bed. Laurie knew she couldn't stop him. Her legs had turned to damn jelly for a second time. They were beside her bed within seconds, still kissing intensely. Their gaze just as intense as their kiss. Laurie had no idea how it happened, but next second she was doing exactly what she'd dreamed of the day before. She'd grabbed his shirt and pulled it from him, causing buttons to hit the walls. Her hands were against his strong chest, as their kiss if possible intensified. Myers in turn did the same with hers, ripping open her bra. It didn't take long for the rest of their clothes to follow suit. Myers lifted her up in his arms once more and in to her bed. He was in at her side a second later, pulling her violently back to him. She felt her head rest on his shoulder, she couldn't stop it. Again, their gaze locked. At the same time, Myers's warm hand closed around her left breast, softly squeezing and needing it. Laurie felt her nipple harden immediately at his touch.
"What have you done to me Michael Myers?" Laurie said, her voice shaking. "You're under my very skin. You're all I can think about, all I want, damn you! Even if you kill me tonight, I can't stop it now. It's been too long. I've spent my whole life since that night waiting for you to kill me and I didn't mean to…" Again, Myers silenced her, his lips slamming against hers. No tenderness, romance, sweetness. But Laurie didn't need any. Not then. "Please Michael," she almost pleaded. They both knew what she was asking for.
At first, he didn't touch her further. This didn't surprise her; Michael Myers wasn't exactly known for gentleness or intimacy. But that thought was soon shattered as he moved his hand so one finger was softly stroking her clitoris as another slipped inside her. His other hand massaging her breasts, first one then the other. Laurie tried to hold back the soft sound of pleasure, but couldn't. The feel of his finger inside her, their passionate kiss and his deliberate touch meant it didn't take long for her to reach orgasm. She almost fell against him under its intensity, as she felt him ejaculate inside her.
When Myers lay atop her and entered her, she was more than ready. She could deny it all she wanted, but she knew she was lying. For years, she'd expected to feel peace when he was locked up. For her nightmare to be over. Not her heart as Michael Myers made love to her again and again. First time hard and passionate, following gentle and slow. Nor as he kissed her and pulled her back to him hours later, her head resting once again on his shoulder.
"What happens now? Are you going to kill me?" The question was out of her mouth before she could stop it. "Because if you are, I have to tell you this first. I…" Again, Myers stopped her and she felt her heart actually flip in her chest, as he kissed her again and held it. His arms around her were no longer passionate. They were loving, protective.
"Damn you Michael Myers I love you!" She had to say it. She hadn't meant to say it to him at all just twenty-four hours ago, now it had to come out. She felt his arms tighten as her own skin made contact once more with his strong chest. How has this happened? Laurie's mind had gone in to overdrive. I've fallen in love with the "boogeyman" and right now he's holding me in his arms having just made love to me all night. How does that happen? How did it happen? She tried to silence her mind. This wasn't helping. "You're my obsession," she murmured now as this time, it was her to kiss him. "I told you so. Please, please stay?" Of course she got no answer, but she didn't need one to that question. Once again, they began to kiss. Every one long and tender, seeming to say things they could not. "Michael," she murmured closing her eyes, her head still on his shoulder. "If you really are not going to kill me, stay with me? Forever?"
His arms tightened again, pulling her back to his chest. She felt her head rest on his shoulder again and was too tired to move it. Or didn't want to. She met his blank gaze, but could see through it.
"Michael," she softly whispered his name and felt his arms tighten, as he tilted his head ever so slightly. Did that mean he was listening? Laurie had so much she wanted to say. What was that? What are we? Was that just fun for you? The above raced around her head but she didn't know where to start, or even how to put it in to words. She took a couple of quick breaths as if she was trying to find air. But still her mouth wouldn't work. She was stopped as Michael leant close and kissed her again. Now his kisses were soft, loving, deep. Was he trying to tell her something? This time it was he to press her head to his shoulder and she couldn't lie, it felt so right. She was sure she was dreaming when Michael raised one hand and lovingly stroked her hair back from her face, before continuing to stroke it.
From not planning to tell him, she was now exceptionally glad she had done so. Would she wake up in the morning and would he still be there when she did? Had her attempt killer just become her lover? The answer to all 3 questions, was yes.