Laurie is waiting to come face to face with the man who's been after how for years since Halloween night 1978. So why can't she stop thinking about him in a way which certainly doesn't involve violence and death? Why does she send him a letter to Smith's Grove and seek therapy for her confused feelings? Then what happens when Michael Myers reads says letter, then escapes the hospital to come after her?
Laurie strode cursed, then cursed again. She could not believe… Scratch that, she could not fucking believe the situation she now found herself in. It all seemed so damn unfair. She'd kept to the speed limit, watched out for other vehicles, etc. etc., but that damn patch of water on the road ahead had been her downfall. Laurie had been driving through Haddonfield and yes admittedly her legs had been shaking a little on the pedals, but… Laurie Strode screamed in to the silence of her truck. Half anger, half fear, half just pure frustration. Tonight of all fucking nights. Halloween, no less. Not just any Halloween either. This fucking Halloween. It was almost beyond belief. 40 years. 40 God damn years she'd been preparing for this night and she ends up here? This way? She'd skidded in to a tree head on and now her driver's door was crimped shut and the door handle of the passenger's door had come off. She'd been telling herself for months she needed to get it fixed, but had always had higher priorities. Well they don't get much higher than this do they strode? Said a nasty little voice in her head. Should've fixed it shouldn't you? Whoops… She almost wanted to cry and that was something Laurie Strode hardly ever allowed herself to do. But right now she was close, no denying it. "Shit," she almost moaned in to the steering wheel. "Shit, shit and double fucking shit!" This was bad. As in really, really bad. To make matters even worse if that were possible, a large part of the windscreen had smashed when she hit and was now lying across her lap, completely obscuring her view of the outside. She tried to move it, but it was too heavy. Yep, this was just perfect. She was a sitting duck. To him, no less. Of all the men she didn't want to be an easy target for, Michael Myers was sure as hell the very last one on her list. Once again she tried to move the heavy glass, but without success. For the first time in years, she actually regretted the letter she'd sent to him at Smith's Grove 5 years ago. Even now she wasn't sure what she'd meant by it… Well she was, but…
"Am I going mad?" Laurie asked the woman sitting across the polished mahogany desk from her. It'd taken a lot of time and mental persuasion for her to attend to see a therapist, but she had eventually realised she had no choice. "What is wrong with me? He killed my best friends, but I can't stop thinking about him! I know if he gets the chance he'll kill me! No hesitation, no question, no 2 ways about it. He finds me if I don't fight I'm dead."
"So what are you asking me Laurie?" Dr Simms looked steadily back at her. Damn doctors. Why did they spend all the time asking questions and not answering them?
"I'm asking you what the fuck is going on with me!" Laurie glared at Simms in frustration. "Why I can't stop thinking about the man who killed my best friends! In that way no less! The romantic sense! Why I have my weapons, security etc. etc., but I don't want to fight him, I want to kiss him God damn it! But why?"
"Feelings can't be controlled," Simms said. Another typical doctor's answer. "Nor can they be helped. You feel how you feel about Mr. Myers because you do. Love doesn't have a reason, Laurie. It doesn't need one."
"You're still not answering me," Laurie lightly slapped the desk. "Come on Dr Simms! I need answers! Stop analysing me and help me out here will you? That's what I'm paying you a shit load to do."
"If you're asking me to say it is right or wrong, I can't do that. You're your own person, Laurie. It's not for me to say if how you feel should or shouldn't be happening. Fact is that it is and you need to decide what you're going to do about it, if anything."
"Jesus Christ!" Laurie threw her hands up in exasperation. "He's Michael fucking Myers! Given the chance he'd kill me before I even had the chance to say his name! Even if I wanted to do anything about it, I couldn't! I wouldn't get the time to live to even try!"
"Then why don't you write him a letter?" Simms suggested. "He's in a secure facility, not going anywhere, so why don't you write to him and tell him how you're feeling?"
Laurie looked at her therapist in silence for a second. "You know," she eventually said. "That's the first useful thing you've said since I've been seeing you."
So she had. It'd taken her a long time to get her thoughts in order and exactly how she wanted to say what she was feeling, but she eventually had managed to put paper to pen and this was the finished result.
Dear Michael, I know you hate me, or at least have the need to kill me, but I just ask you to read this. I don't know what happened that Halloween night back in 1978, but you did something to me. Even when you killed my best friends, you did something to me. Even when you were trying to kill me, you did something to me! What the fuck? But I can't deny the facts, Michael. For the last 40 years I've prayed every night you would escape. At first it was so I could kill you. Now? I'm not so sure. I just want to see you again, even if you decide we will fight to the death. I'm not sure what I'm feeling Michael, but something about you got to me that night. Maybe because you didn't speak? Or maybe because I saw you if only briefly with your mask off and you're actually damn attractive? Maybe… Ah fuck I don't know Myers! But you're in my damn head and have been for years. I just thank God I'll never see you again after you've read this… Or at least… part of me does… The other part… Shit! Why, Michael Myers? Why do I feel like this? I want to see you, talk to you, hell I think I want to fucking kiss you! As I say, thank God you'll never escape after reading this, but I need you to know! Don't ask me why! I want to say may you rot in hell, but… But I can't…
Laurie.
She'd considered writing a no-send letter. But she couldn't do it. Before she'd thought about it, she'd sent it. After which she flicked from regretting it, to desperate longing. I want to kiss you? Shit. Shouldn't have written that…
Now here she was, trapped in her God damn truck only hours after seeing the news article re the bus crash and deaths of everyone on board. Everyone that was, except one man. Michael Myers. If what she'd read was true, it hadn't even been him who killed them, it'd been the crash itself, Michael being the only survivor. She took a deep breath and for the 3rd time tried to shift her windscreen. It wouldn't budge. "Fuck!" She yelled in to the night. Why the fuck wasn't anyone helping her out? Where was everyone? Halloween fucking parties? This was almost laughable. The one time Laurie Strode needed help, there was no one to do so. All she could do was hope he didn't find her. She suspected even Michael Myers would laugh inside about how easy this kill would be. She was trapped. One stab to the neck that would be it. She even found herself wondering if he'd ever got her letter. Don't think about that Strode! She shouted at herself. Not right now anyway! You have to get out of here if you don't want to either starve to death or get killed by the Boogeyman!
Raising her hand, she smashed it against the horn, which honked satisfyingly loudly. Surely someone would hear it and take it as her plea for help. Even if they only looked out of the window before calling the emergency services. For a second, nothing happened and she was just about to honk the horn again, when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. For a second, elation flooded her. But only until she saw her worst fear had indeed come true, as the deathly white mask appeared at her driver's window.
"So did you send it?" Simms asked. Laurie nodded. "Have been regretting it ever since," she mumbled.
"But why? You were being honest with him. What's wrong with that?"
Laurie considered her therapists question. It wasn't like she was giving him more ammunition to kill her, he was intent on doing so anyway. Had been for the last 40 years since Halloween night 1978. So what harm had it really done? She sighed. "I guess you're right," she said after a few moments. "It can't do any further harm. Except to me psychologically."
"In what way?"
"Just because every time I look at my guns and my secure house, I realise that it's to keep out a man I think I'm… Shit! I don't know! The man I think I've fallen in love with even though I've only met him once? How in God's name does that make any sense?"
"Like I told you, love doesn't have to make sense, Laurie."
"But… But he's Michael Myers!" Laurie said, but even to her ears it sounded unconvincing. Shit.
"Now you're just making excuses," Simms looked straight at her. Damn therapists, again she was right. That's what you paid for Strode, she reminded herself. So don't complain!
Oh, my fucking God! Laurie wasn't sure if she wanted to scream or cry. She'd been sure he was nowhere near Haddonfield yet, never mind her. But it appeared she'd been wrong on both counts. Michael Myers was looking straight through her truck's window, seeing she was trapped, helpless. "Please Michael," she'd said before she could stop herself. "Please don't kill me this way? At least let me get out?"
If Laurie hadn't felt or seen what happened next, she wasn't sure she'd have believed it. Effortlessly as if it weighed nothing, Myers lifted the windscreen off her lap. Laurie drew in a gasping breath of air, only then realising how much the glass had restricted her breathing. She looked up, expecting Myers to have now raised his knife and be getting ready to plunge it in to her throat. But he wasn't. His hands were empty and he was now working on getting the crimped door open.
"Don't bother," she said to him through the driver's window. "It's totally crimped shut. The door handle on the other side doesn't work either…" As she said this, she found herself blinking back tears. Hastily she lowered her head so he wouldn't see them. But why the bloody hell was Michael Myers trying to get her out? Ok she'd asked him not to kill her while trapped, but he wasn't even holding any weapon and was now trying to open her door. She saw him looking at her then, examining her face and then the rest of her body. When she realised why, something swelled up in her heart which she never would've expected. Affection, gratitude. He was silently checking her for injury.
"I'm ok," she said softly to him. "The glass luckily smashed in one piece and I wasn't cut by it. I just can't get out." It was then Myers gave up on the door and Laurie felt his arms close around her, easing her out of her seat and through the open driver's window. It wasn't fast either. It was slow, careful, caring?
"Thanks," she smiled at him once she was standing on the street, brushing tiny shards of glass from her clothing. "Are you going to kill me now?" Was she asking tongue in cheek? She realised there was a slight smile on her face. Myers made no move to hurt her however. She looked in to his cold black eyes through the holes in his mask, seeking them out. Myers took a step closer to her then and she felt her heart rate pick up. I'm about to die, I'm about to die! She thought in a dazed sort of incomprehension. But I wonder if he got my letter? I wish I could find that out, just that one thing before I die…
He took another step. Laurie didn't move. That was when his hand closed on her shoulder, turning her to face him. Again, he appeared to be checking her for injuries now she was standing up. "I hit a tree," she found herself saying to him. "I'm ok, I'm just a bit shaken up." Not to mention my legs were shaking while I was driving because I'm terrified of you, she of course didn't add.
Myers' hand tightened on her shoulder and before she quite realised it, he was leading her across the street towards a pickup truck. He'd probably stolen it, she mused, just as he'd done in 1978. He opened the back door and lifted her up the high step before joining her, closing and locking the doors. Shit, Laurie thought. Now I really am in trouble. The word that actually crossed her mind was fucked, but she realised she wasn't quite sure in what way she meant it. In trouble? Or she wanted him to…
The masked killer turned to face her and to Laurie's total surprise removed his mask, placing it on the seat next to him. For only the 2nd time Laurie looked up and saw the face of Michael Myers. Holy fuck he's gorgeous, she thought. I always suspected he was… One of his strong arms came around her at that moment, pulling her against his shoulder. It was strong yes, but also what, loving? She looked up in to his now unobscured eyes and tried to speak, but her mouth had gone dry. She licked her lips and tried again, but Myers actually shook his head at her. She raised an eyebrow as he reached in to his pocket, producing a piece of paper. She felt her heart flip, then almost stop. It was her letter.
"You read it then," she said pointlessly, trying to smile. The killer made no response. Like he needs to, she thought. Duh! Of course he did. He's holding it in his hand. Slowly, the killer unfolded it so she could see it. She saw her line about wanting to kiss him, just as the killer's eyes rested on it, then up to her face. "I…" She tried. But what could she possibly say? Meant it? I don't want you to kill me I want you to love me? I want to be with you? I want…
Myers pocketed her letter once again and she got his message alright. He knew. Why oh why had she sent the damn thing? It'd probably sealed her death all the faster. Could she even fight him now that he held her damn heart in his hands? She'd sent it certain he wouldn't escape; despite the fact she'd wanted him too for 40 years? Jesus Laurie, she thought. You stupid woman! Security, weapons, they're useless! 40 years you were preparing for this and look where you are now! "Make it quick?" She pleaded with the Boogeyman. "Please? Just try not to make it hurt too much?"
Myers placed his other arm around her and pulled her completely against him, holding her tightly. She looked up at him, just as he lowered his head to hers and their lips met. Laurie felt her heart rate at least double this time. Not thinking, she wrapped her own arms around him, holding him just as tightly back. He didn't stop her. They continued to kiss even as he finally eased her to the blanket covered floor of the truck's back. He followed her to it, still holding her to him as they continued to kiss. Laurie realised she never wanted this moment to end. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever. She found herself clinging to him. She never wanted to move again.
"Please don't kill me Michael?" She pleaded with him. "Please let me love you instead? I can, you know. I do. I want to show you that! For the rest of my life if you'll let me! I'm not just saying this because I don't want to die, I mean it! Please Michael Myers, let me live so I can love you?" There. She'd said it. She hadn't meant to, but it'd just come out. Probably because of where she currently was and that she was entirely at his mercy. But Myers just kissed her again. Laurie released him only long enough to remove her top and bra. She saw his searing gaze rest on her breasts and shivered with longing and anticipation. "You can touch them if you want," she whispered.
His hands rested upon her skin, his fingers pinching her nipples, though not hard enough to hurt. She could hardly believe how affectionate he was being as he pinched and flicked them softly. Next second he'd released her left one and his hand moved between her legs to her only too willing clitoris. Deliberately, he began to stroke and massage it. Laurie couldn't stop the soft moan of, "Michael," as he did so. All the time, their lips hadn't broken contact. Eventually, he moved atop her, as they still kissed intensely.
"Please Michael," she pleaded with him again, but it wasn't for her life this time. It was for his love; all be it physically. "Make love to me, please?"
With a care she never would've expected from him, Myers slid in to her and began to move. They continued to kiss but was it Laurie's imagination, or were their kisses loving this time? His hand remained against her clitoris as they moved together, his other on her right nipple and his mouth moving against hers, their tongues softly playing. When her orgasm hit, it was so intense she again said his name longingly. She felt him ejaculate inside her and expected him to pull away immediately. But he didn't. She sighed in contentment when he wrapped his arms around her and continued to lay atop her as they held each other close. This embrace though really did feel like a cuddle.
"I love you Michael," Laurie said softly in to his ear. "I just don't know why…" Myers stopped her with his lips against hers once more as they still didn't move. "I could stay here for life," Laurie murmured. "I could." There was no way Myers had just smiled at her had he?
Eventually he stood, pulling a blanket tenderly over her naked form. A few seconds later she felt the engine start as he pulled the vehicle away. Minutes later, they were outside her house. How did he know where she lived? But she didn't care. As he'd driven, Laurie had pulled her clothes back on. When they stopped, he again lifted her safely out of the high back. "Thank you," she smiled at him. "You're a gentleman Mr. Myers."
She could hardly believe she'd just been able to say that to the Boogeyman. "Will you come in with me?" She asked quietly as they approached her front door. Myers again didn't respond, but when she opened it, he followed her inside, closing the heavy door behind them. Laurie took a deep breath and then spoke. "Michael?"
The killer turned to look at her and it shaking ever so slightly, she held out her hand. She could hardly believe it when the killer took it in his.
They entered the lounge and just for a second Laurie felt her heart fail, as Myers walked back into the hall. She felt momentary panic and it must've shown on her face because he turned back to face her. "Please don't leave me?" She blurted before she could stop herself. Instantly he was at her side once more, his arms around her and his lips against hers. Still holding her he headed back into the hall and Laurie felt indescribable relief. He was just hanging up his jacket. She blushed, embarrassed at her moment of fear. She could've sworn she heard Michael softly chuckle when she whispered "sorry, it's just…" Before he hushed her with his lips on hers.
Minutes later Laurie was serving them both dinner. She'd made enough to put some in the fridge originally, but it turned out that wasn't going to happen, as she now had someone to share it with. Myers took it from her and she was sure he smiled at her. Am I really having dinner with Michael Myers? She thought. I wish someone would pinch me so I'd know if I'm dreaming or not…
Afterwards, Myers again took her hand, leading her up the stairs. "Please stay?" She pleaded with him again. Myers lifted her into bed, before getting in beside her and pulling her tightly close.
"I meant every word I wrote in that letter you know," she murmured against his neck, more touched than she could ever tell him that he'd kept it for the 2 years since she'd sent it to him. Myers kissed her again.
Before long they were making love for a second time. But this time they took their time, lovingly exploring each other. Boogeyman? Laurie thought as Myers made love to her again and again as Halloween night passed. Yeah right, but not to me. To me, he's everything, I hope, my lover, a damn gorgeous man… Myers' kiss stopped her thoughts dead then. It was almost as if he'd read them. Eventually he pulled her back close to him as she felt her eyes closing.
When Laurie woke up the next morning, Myers was still holding her close in his arms. She smiled, lent in and kissed him. "Morning Michael," she murmured contentedly. Michael smiled at her.
2weeks later, Michael was still with her. Though he obviously hadn't given any verbal indication of it, she was by now pretty certain he felt the same as she did. She could still hardly believe it. When she returned from work that night, Myers was standing in the kitchen and she saw with love that he'd prepared her favourite meal, the one they'd had that first night. They sat in the kitchen eating together and every so often they smiled at each other. Afterwards, it was Laurie who approached his chair. Myers made to stand, but Laurie pressed on his shoulder. Raising an eyebrow, the killer retook his seat. Laurie took a deep breath, before kneeling on one knee in front of his chair. "Michael Myers," she said softly, feeling Michael take her hand in his, squeezing it tightly. "Will you marry me?"
Laurie reached into her pocket, pulling out a leather box which she opened to reveal a gold band. Myers' response was to extend his left hand. Laurie thought she was about to cry as she slid the ring to his finger, stood and hugged him tightly as they kissed again and again.
"I love you Michael Myers," she couldn't hold back her tears now. "I love you so, so much!" Myers now did stand and pull her into his arms as they stood in their kitchen, hugging each other tightly as they kissed. Over the last fortnight, she'd given Michael money to get himself clothing and so on which he had, but he'd also bought her several gifts. "Stop spoiling me," she'd said well naturedly. Myers just shook his head. Eventually they headed upstairs still holding each other close and their love making that night felt different than any time before. Hardly surprising though, Laurie thought. Laurie Myers. She thought with a contented smile. She thought her heart was about to burst with happiness. Laurie Myers.
"I told you so," Simms said the next morning as Laurie sat in her office. "You can't control feelings and I bet you're glad you sent that letter now eh, Mrs. Myers?"
For the first time since they'd met, Laurie smiled at her therapist. "Thank you," she said simply. "I appreciate your help." They shook hands and Laurie confirmed she no longer needed her help, wish her luck for the future and walked out the entrance doors for the last time.
A week later, she and Michael married in the registry office. Laurie asked one of her friends to be a witness and she'd agreed, it was just the 4 of them. It seemed like forever to Laurie before the registrar declared them married and her husband kissed her.
That night, her husband made love to her in the hot water of a Jacuzzi. Somehow he'd managed to book them in to a bridal suite totally without her knowledge. She loved him for it. After a gorgeous dinner curtesy of room service, her husband had taken her in to the Jacuzzi and showed her he loved her once, twice. In the luxurious sheets of their marriage bed he'd also done likewise.
"Thank you Michael Myers," Laurie murmured as she snuggled against her husband in their marriage bed. She was sure he raised his eyebrows and smiled at him. "Think about it," she gave her husband a long kiss, holding him in her arms as tightly as he was holding her. "I'm the only one you allowed to see this." Again, her husband raised an eyebrow as they kissed. "Well, I'm Laurie Myers now," she smiled at him. "Which was only because you allowed me to see behind the mask."