Samhain Wedding

Jen resolved to just go with the flow, and just as she relaxed her door opened. "Hello Miss Myers! My name is Francine, I'm here to help you get ready. What size are you?"

Suddenly nervous, she stuttered. "I-i-i-I'm a 4."

Francine grabbed something off of the rack in the hall, then came back in. "All right then, Jennifer is it?"

"Yes, before we get started, can I ask you a question?" Jenni played with her fingers.

"Sure, I think we have time."

"Why is everyone calling me 'Miss Myers'?"

"Because Strode was your mothers name due to adoption, you have Myers blood." Francine smiled. "Do you prefer Strode?"

"Oh no, it's just odd. I just got used to Strode, now it's Myers." She waved her in. "Come on now, we don't want to be late."

Francine helped her dress, the garb was black, and fairly plain, it did have some lace though. It was very old fashioned, like, 1800's. The sleeve ended at her elbows and the skirt was huge. Francine led her into a room which Jenni knew was used for worship right away. Candles and torches were everywhere. Michael was behind some bars on the opposite side, and Loomis held a gun, just in case. Michael hadn't needed to change, but everyone else, including Bob wore hooded black robes. Once she was near the priest Michael was released, no handcuffs, no anything.

The priest began to speak, and it all went by in a blur for her. Hers and Michael's wrists were shown to the crowd, then the priest took up a knife, Loomis stepped near.

"And now, these two shall swear their love and devotion to each other." The priest cut her palm, and she couldn't help but whimper in pain. He then cut Michael's, and her uncle merely flinched. The priest handed Loomis the knife. "Press together your palms."

Timidly she raised her palm in the air, and to her surprise Michael repeated the action, and gently touched his to hers, then his fingers wrapped around her hand. It was unbelievable, such an action, so gentle, from a notorious killer. She blushed and the priest beckoned Loomis forward. The doctor handed his weapons to another man, then came to the two.

"Now the most ancient act of our marriages, your rings, picked for both of you by your people, the only jewelry you may wear that does not contain your symbol." He lifted a small golden ring from his pocket and handed it to Michael, it's black stone smooth. "Go ahead Michael, you know what to do."

Slowly, Michael released his hand from hers and took her other hand, gently sliding the ring onto her ring finger. She looked up at him and their eyes met a moment, then Loomis said. "Jennifer, this one is yours to give." He handed her the larger gold band, and so she slipped it onto Michael's finger with equal gentleness.

The priest took his place and finished the ceremony, the entire time he spoke the two just read each others eyes, trying to get to know the other person. "Now the marriage shall be bound, with a kiss." Frozen, she stared at her uncle. How? It was impossible. But her thought's were interrupted as he leaned down, pressing his latex covered lips to her uncovered ones. She jumped at the surprising heat that escaped through the rubber, but soon forgot it as his hands rested on her lower back, she began to raise her own to his shoulders but they were ripped apart, Michael was taken to his cell at gunpoint and she was taken to her room.

Loomis met her there and she looked at him in confusion. "Is something wrong?"

Loomis laughed. "No, no, no! It's tradition in our cult that the newlyweds are kept from each other the night of the wedding. Michael already knew that, he just got carried away. Now, tomorrow at the crack if dawn we'll move you two, you'll probably be asleep so if you feel anything just know that it's all right. Everything's going to be fine, we have camera's all over the house and an extra electrical system if the light's go out."

She nodded. "I guess I'll go to bed, good night doctor." She froze. "Doctor Loomis, can I go say good night to Michael?"

Loomis smiled, and took her hand. "Of course, I'll come with you."

He led her back to the room, and the moment the door opened Michael's head snapped up. Upon seeing his new wife he pitifully reached a hand through the bars, and she moved slowly to him. "Michael, I just wanted to say goodnight." He tilted his head. "I'll be able to see you again in the morning, but I have to go for now."

Michael's head fell again and she used her free hand to reach in and lift it. "Morning is soon, only a few hours. I promise I'll be with you again then."

He brought his face out of the bars as best as he could, and she smiled, bringing her own to his and kissing him again. He stroked her cheek even after they had parted, and she felt the oddness of the pairing take it's tole. A mass murderer, her uncle, and husband stroking her cheek affectionately after kissing her, it didn't seem real.

"We'd better go, Jennifer. You both need rest." He eyed Michael and led her away. Once inside her room she changed into some clothes someone had retrieved from her hotel room. She was asleep rather quickly, and when she was being lifted into a van the next morning she noticed how eager Michael seemed to have her resting against him again, it couldn't be real. She was asleep again, and when she woke it was because of a bump in the road.

She looked at Michael, then Loomis, who sat across from them. He smiled at her. "Good morning!" Startled, Michael looked at her, and his eyes softened. She gazed at Loomis.

"Whys is all of this going so fast?" She bit her lip. "I mean, last night at 11:00 I couldn't stand to be in the same room as him, suddenly I cant stay away from him."

He smiled. "Don't you see? You made yourself believe this man wasn't capable of love because of the curse, and you made yourself hate him. With the binding kiss you opened the both of you up to things you hadn't thought possible. It's all perfectly all right. You're just..." he paused, choosing his words. "Well, you're falling in love."

Slightly shocked but more relieved she sighed. In just one night she had lost her mother, gotten married and fallen in love. She looked at her husband, and noticed his hands were cuffed again, he didn't look comfortable at all. She leaned her head against his lean arm and listened to him sigh. Loomis spoke up again.

"We'll be there soon, I wish the two of you the best of luck, and hope you'll call from time to time. Oh Jennifer, Michael knows that when certain things should happen, you'll need to be transferred back so I suppose you should know. If you ever sustain a life threatening injury, become pregnant or for the love of God get in trouble with the law, you'll need to call us, it will be mandatory."

She felt her brow furrow. "If I get pregnant I have to call? Why?"

"Well, in the cult, the woman pregnant must be cared for by the leaders. It's something Jamie had to go through, only this time there's no need to sacrifice you and the child. Ope, here we are! Wait here just a minute." He climbed out and scurried away, Jenni looked at Michael. She studied his face, or the mask really, then whispered.

"Will I ever know your real face, Michael?"

He tilted his head a moment, then nodded, very slowly, she smiled softly. "Ok, no rush."

Bob's head poked in. "Come on, kiddo, it's time." He helped her out, then pulled Michael out. The house's size was nice, good for kids, and the land around was gorgeous.

"How much is ours?" She asked Loomis, who chuckled. "More than what you see."

Hope I'm not making Michael too mushy, I'm trying not to. I'll find some way to get him more violent... Must go ponder now...