The first time Michael Myers laid eyes on the girl when was when she was walking through a parking lot. Unbeknownst to her, there were a group of guys waiting near the corner of the building. What they didn't see was Michael, watching them a few feet away.

The guys stepped out from behind the building. Michael put his mask on and moved a bit closer.

"Hey, baby!" The first guy shouted. The girl froze, staring in horror.

The three guys had her surrounded in a flash.

"Hey, let's go back to my place."

"We'll show you a good time."

Michael grabbed the first one and strangled him. His buddies just stared, and the man collapsed. The two remaining guys recovered from their shock and tried to run at Michael. His fist shot out, and one of them was down. Michael grabbed the other by the throat, lifted him in the air, and strangled him. He dropped the last guy on top of the second guy and looked at the girl.

He removed his mask and let her see his brown curly hair, the scar running down his right eye and the milky whiteness of the pupil, and his left eye, a pretty blue. He looked at her curiously in the dim lights of the parking lot.

"Thank you," she said shakily. "You saved my life. Are- are you bleeding?"

Michael looked down at the fresh wound on his arm- from his hunt just ten minutes before he had come across these guys.

"I'll get you some disinfectant," she offered, running back into the store.

She came back with disinfectant and bandages. Michael let her treat his wounds. He couldn't understand why she was doing this. No one had ever expressed concern for him.

That wasn't the last time they crossed paths. He was hanging around town when he saw her again. She brought him food and clean clothes, and took him out to eat. Since he didn't talk he wrote down his answers on a sheet of paper during their coffee date.

Her name was Lydia, she was twenty-two years old, she had graduated from college, she loved cats.

And then there was him. Michael Myers, twenty-one years old, spent all of his life locked up in a mental institution, escaped, and is now on the run.

"Why are you being nice to me?" He asked her, sliding her the napkin he had written it on.

"You deserve it," she replied simply.

Michael felt his heart begin to beat wildly. What was this feeling? He didn't know.

Months passed, and he wanted to see her every chance he got. Soon, she invited him to live with her, secretly. She lived in the same house her entire life, and her parents still lived there as well. Michael kept himself a secret from her parents.

During his time with her, he had started to care for her. He held her hand, hugged her, kissed her, things that his sister had done with her boyfriend. He learned to love, and how to accept her affection. It took time for him to get used to it. Soon, he and Lydia were officially in a relationship.

"I dated once when I was sixteen. I never thought I'd date again until you," Lydia told him. She snuggled against him, and he put his arm around her.

Both of them couldn't be happier. Until the Cullens came back.