ONE DAY LATER

Haddonfield, Illinois

November 3, 2009

The sound of the door knob turning startled Jillian awake. Usually, Michael could come and go from her room without detection while she was sleeping, but for whatever reason, this morning she didn't want to miss his company. And that terrified her.

The eyeholes of the Boogeyman's instantly locked onto Jillian as he stepped through the threshold holding a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. He didn't appear surprised to find her awake. In fact, it seemed as though he had been expecting it.

"Let me guess, Dr. Blankenship?" Jillian asked, referring to the plateful of food.

The killer nodded. He waited for the teenager to sit up before passing her the plate. Then, he took a seat next to her legs.

"You two seen pretty close," Jillian noted. "Is she a former partner of yours?"

The Boogeyman gave his head a firm shake.

"Well, you can't really blame me for asking," Jillian said while she began to eat, albeit rather painfully. "She's quite attractive, and I sincerely doubt you were a virgin up until you met me."

A firm no was Michael's response.

"Well, at least you're honest about it."

Jillian took a small bite of bacon and instantly started to cough. The Boogeyman hastily grabbed her water. After uncapping it, he raised it to her lips. She swallowed a mouthful, wincing as it went down her throat. "Thanks, Michael, but I think I'm done. It just hurts too much."

The killer set the jug and her plate down onto the floor. When he straightened, he pointed to Jillian and then to her cousin's gown.

"Oh, you want to know about my relationship with Carolyn."

He nodded.

Jillian remained silent for a few moments. Michael waited patiently for her to gather her thoughts. Finally, she said, "It's not something I talk about. No one knew about us, not her parents or mine. We had always been extremely close, but on her sixteenth birthday, it turned into something more. It just seemed natural at that point. That said, though, it didn't stop us from dating guys. We both just never found one worth sleeping with."

Jillian stopped speaking and stared at the Boogeyman. "What happened on Halloween was between you and Carolyn. You and I both know I was just the vessel she used, and, honestly, I have very little memory of it. The only reason I gave you my virginity was because she wanted you to take it.

"Carolyn had very strong feelings for you, Michael, and I know you reciprocated them. As much as you enjoy fucking me, your feelings for her will never allow you to see me as anything but her stand-in. I can tell you right now, that will not be enough for me. The sex between us may be great, but at the end of the day, it's just sex. I want more than from a man, Michael - so much more."

The Shape did not doubt the girl's words. However, once he became successful in seducing her, she would be his regardless of his lack of feelings towards her. By that point nothing else would matter to her except for being with him and engaging in what the girl herself had called 'great sex'. In fact, he decided the time had come to remind her just how much she liked having him inside of her.

The Shape gradually traced the outline of the girl's right leg through the blankets. When her breathing audibly hitched, he knew he was exciting her. His cock twitched hard in response. He instinctively grabbed her hand and held it against the crotch of his coveralls. The muscles in her hand tensed under his, but he kept a firm grip on it, refusing to let her lift it from his lap.

Jillian eyes met Michael's. This was starting to get too personal for her. It had begun with the kiss, or two - though she wasn't sure if the second one had actually happened - and now he was forcing her to touch him. She didn't want to, yet right now he wasn't giving her any other alternative.

Jillian tentatively wrapped her fingers around the Boogeyman's thickness and rubbed her closed fist up and down its long length. His wasn't the first cock she has ever touched, but it was by far the largest. She knew none of the others would be able to stretch and fill her pussy and ass like Michael's did. Unfortunately, she doubted she would find another one that would. It was unique like him, and it made her feel incredible every time it moved inside of her. Just thinking about it made her juices flow. She wanted him, and she wanted him now.

"Oh, fuck, I am so wet," she groaned. "Michael, please let me cream all over your huge cock. Let me show you how much I want it."

The killer instantly released Jillian's hand. While he shed his uniform, she kicked out of the blankets and her own pants. Before she knew it, he was laying on top of her, fucking her with his massive cock.

"Oh, yes," she moaned. She ensnared his neck within her arms and gazed deeply into his dark eyes. "You feel so good to me, Michael Myers. So. Damn. Good."

The Boogeyman lowered his head. Jillian parted her lips in anticipation for his kiss, her body yearning for that one moment of closeness with him. Their lips were just about to touch when she distinctly heard the front door close shut. Michael must have heard it, too, because he froze just like she had.

"Michael…?" called a female's soft voice. "Are you home?"

To Jillian's sheer surprise, the Boogeyman continued where he left off even as the other girl treaded up the stairway.

"Michael," the teenager hissed, "you can't let her see us like this."

However, he obviously did not have any qualms with letting the girl see them in such a compromising position. He tightly held onto Jillian's hips and repeatedly pounded her g-spot.

She was so focused on reaching her climax that she didn't realize the girl had entered the room until the teenager heard her say, "God, Michael, look at her come for you. I've never seen a pussy get that wet, not even mine, and I adore your cock, which is obviously why I am here."

Michael spilled his seed and then moved to sit down on the edge of the bed.

Jillian was still trying to catch her breath when she forced her eyes open. The first thing she noticed was that the girl was not a girl at all. She was actually a young woman with wheat colored hair, who looked to be in her late twenties. The teenager also couldn't help but notice the large princess-cut diamond sparkling on the woman's left ring finger.

"I'm back in town for a few days on business, and I thought you and I could stroll down memory lane together. However, I can see that you are rather occupied right now. I'll stop by again later."

The young woman appraised Jillian for a long moment and then added, "Cute girl, by the way, Michael. I think she's even cuter than Kaylee. She looks to be of age, too. Could be fun."

The young woman was about to leave when the Boogeyman abruptly reached out to grab her arm. Both hers and Jillian's eyes widened as he urged the young woman to stand between his legs. While watching Jillian, he slid a hand provocatively up the young woman's black A-line skirt. A moment later of him ripping through her nylons filled the room. The young woman then throatily moaned.

"Oh, god, yes, Michael," she sighed. "Right there. Right fucking there."

Jillian couldn't see what was happening, but she assumed the killer had found either the young woman's clit or pussy or maybe even both. The teenager felt as though she should have been irate with him for touching another woman in front of her. Instead, however, she was beginning to feel quite aroused - but not enough to ask him to lift the young woman's skirt. Jillian was quite content just being a silent spectator and allowing the Boogeyman to dictate what he wanted her to see, which turned out to be very little. Still, just watching and hearing the young woman react to him turned her on plenty.

"Oh, fuck, Michael, you're going to make me come so hard. It's been far too long…" The young woman braced her hands against his shoulders as her body trembled with release.

The killer eventually maneuvered his hand out from beneath the young woman's skirt, his attention still solely focused on Jillian. Her pussy throbbed with painful desire. He must have sensed it, too, because he promptly rose above her and jammed his cock straight into her aching core.

"M-Michael,"Jillian cried, "I n-need to c-come. Please…" Her eyelids fell closed as a strong orgasm started building up inside of her.

Suddenly, something warm and wet touched Jillian's very sensitive clit. It took her a moment to realize it was a tongue. She knew it wasn't the killers, which meant it had to belong to the young woman.

Jillian immediately stiffened. She wasn't sure if she liked the idea of a complete stranger going down on her. Michael, however, sat up and tenderly touched her inner thighs, calming her nerves. They both knew she wanted what the young woman was giving her.

With more room to work, the young woman managed to slip her tongue in-between the Boogeyman's thick shaft and Jillian's inner walls while he continued to fuck the latter. Jillian's body spasmed violently, unable to withstand the intense pleasure any longer. Her back arched, and she screamed. Michael grunted loudly. Fresh hot seed poured out from his cock, coating every inch of her pussy and then some.

The young woman eagerly lapped up the excessive amount of cum, seemingly excited to get a taste of her former partner. However, Jillian opened her eyes and nudged the other woman away. The teenager had reached her limit; she felt utterly exhausted.

It must have shown on her face, because Michael bent his head and grazed his artificial lips against the skin right above her stitches.

"I'm fine," Jillian gently assured him. "I just need some rest."

Nodding, the Boogeyman eased himself out of her body and then left the bed. As he dressed, Jillian looked at the young woman. "So, what's your name?" she politely asked.

"Nicole," the young woman answered. "Yours?"

Michael instantly caught Jillian's eye and gave his head subtle shake, warning her not to say.

"I'm Louise," the teenager promptly said. She hoped using her middle name wouldn't get her into trouble with the Boogeyman.

Nicole cordially nodded and said, "Well, I need to get going. I have to be at a meeting in less than an hour. It was a pleasure meeting you, Louise." She turned to the killer. "Michael, will you see me out?"

The pair left the bedroom. Per usual, the Boogeyman locked Jillian in the bedroom. Frowning, she gazed over at her cousin's dress. "Carolyn, what the hell am I doing?" she muttered aloud.

Living, came the blunt reply.

Jillian pulled her blankets up to her chin, not even bothering with her jeans. Her dear cousin had just given her a lot to think about.

The Shape walked Nicole to the front door. Most of the females he had chosen to fuck over the years had met the sharp end of his knife afterward. However, there had been two that he had kept alive. One was Nicole, who had become a staple in his life since their first tryst a decade ago. The other was Kaylee, who he rarely saw anymore, even though her mother still lived directly across the street from him.

"I know it's been awhile," Nicole said. "I've just been so busy between my family and work. That isn't to say I haven't been missing you, though."

The Shape nodded. He understood Nicole had other obligations in her life that needed her attention. She had a husband and two young children at home, a son and a daughter. The son was her husband's child. The daughter, however, was not, as Nicole's husband was well aware.

"Michelle is getting so big," Nicole softly told him. "She's quiet and intelligent, like you. She started Kindergarten this year and is doing very well so far. I'll show you a picture of her later, if I'm allowed to come back, that is."

Again, the Shape nodded.

Nicole gave him a long look. "Louise seems like a nice girl. I find it interesting that you have to keep her locked up. Do you really think she'd try to run from you?"

The killer shrugged. As of right now, he wasn't sure, so he would continue to play it safe. Losing her was a risk he was unwilling to take.

"Well, speaking from experience, she will never find someone who will satisfy her like you do. Even if she leaves, she will come back to you."

Perhaps, but the Shape wished to quench the girl's desire to leave altogether.

Nicole sighed softly. "I was really hoping you and I could fuck before I had to leave for my meeting."

The Shape shook his head. He had no intention of having sex with Nicole without the girl's knowledge or approval.

The young woman's blue eyes narrowed. "But I do have your permission to return this evening, correct?"

Yes.

"Good. I'm looking forward to it."

So was the Shape.

"Goodbye, Michael."

Nicole left, and the killer decided to hunt for food that the girl would be able to easily swallow. Since she didn't eat much of her breakfast, he assumed she would be rather hungry after her rest. He would be back soon.

Jillian laid in bed, her thoughts scattered. Not only was she starting to feel confused about her feelings for Michael, but Nicole's surprise visit had rattled her a lot more than she'd care to admit. Watching the young woman and Michael

interact with each other had really aroused her. And Jillian had also enjoyed feeling Nicole's tongue inside her pussy. The Boogeyman had clearly liked it, too. He had come extremely hard as well.

What had happened between the three of them was wrong on so many levels, and yet it hadn't felt perverted or dirty to Jillian at all. On the contrary, it reminded her of how she had felt after her first time with Carolyn. However, they had been close friends making love to each other, not complete strangers partaking in casual sex just to appease their lustful desires.

Jillian sighed heavily just as the brass knob on the bedroom door started to turn. She considered feigning sleep but then berated herself for her cowardice. Hiding from her fears would only make her situation worse. Instead, she chose to confront them head-on.

The Boogeyman entered the room, appearing surprised to find Jillian awake.

"I couldn't sleep," she told him. "There's too much on my mind."

He tilted his head at her; however, Jillian's gaze was focused on the tall styrofoam cup gripped in his hand.

"What's that?" she asked, sitting up.

The killer offered the cup to Jillian, and she took a tentative sip from the straw. Her eyes instantly widened as she tasted cold fresh berries on her tongue. "Oh! It's a smoothie!" she gasped. She took a longer sip of it, sighing softly as the thick ice-cold liquid slid down her throat. It tasted so good to her.

Michael simply stared at Jillian while she continued to drink her special treat.

"I would offer you some," she said, her tone light, "but I don't really feel like sharing it."

Scoffing, the Boogeyman took a seat next to Jillian's hip. She scooted over a bit to give him more room. "So, is Nicole planning to come back here again while she's in town?"

He nodded.

"Oh," Jillian said. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about that. As much as she had enjoyed what had happened earlier, she wasn't sure if she wanted a repeat performance of it. "Soon?"

Michael answered her inquiry with a sharp nod.

Jillian anxiously licked her lips "Soon as in tonight?"

The killer's black eyes narrowed from behind his mask as he gave her another yes.

The teenager's expression hardened. "Are you going to fuck her?"

He shrugged and pointed to her.

"I don't understand. Are you saying you're leaving the decision up to me?"

The Boogeyman deliberately nodded.

Jillian frowned. "Yeah, I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with that, Michael," she admitted. "If you want to fuck Nicole, then that's your prerogative."

He sternly shook his head.

Jillian sighed softly "Fine," she relented. "I'll decide once she gets here."

The killer leaned forward and lightly brushed his masked lips over hers, clearly pleased by her response.

In turn, Jillian caressed his artificial cheek. She was able to feel the Boogeyman's real cheek bone through the white latex. She couldn't help but wonder what his real face looked like. "Has Nicole ever seen you without your mask on?" she quietly asked.

He gave his head an immediate shake.

"Have any of your former partners?"

He repeated his previous head gesture.

Jillian nodded, yet she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that she'd never get to see the Boogeyman's real face. "You've kissed me without your mask on. Last night? I believe I remember feeling it."

While gazing deeply into her eyes, he slowly nodded.

Jillian set her smoothie off to the side, knowing sex was imminent. "Michael -"

Without warning, he slammed his mouth down onto hers. As they kissed, he covered her body with his. There were too many layers between them for the killer to enter her, but Jillian could still feel his erection pressing against her pussy. It was torture.

She squirmed beneath him as he shoved her sweatshirt up to her collarbone. He rubbed his palms over her naked breasts, occasionally squeezing them together. Then, he dragged his mouth away from hers only so that he could use it to stimulate her taut nipples. Jillian gasped loudly as the killer bit down on the right one through his mask. He did the same to the left

"More," she wantonly moaned. "Please."

The Boogeyman moved down the bed, taking the blankets with him. He stopped when his mouth became even with Jillian's soaked naked pussy.

"Oh, yes," she urged. "Bite my clit, Michael. Bite it like you bit my tits."

To Jillian's sheer delight, he did not hesitate to follow her command, She closed her eyes, moaning while the Boogeyman roughly teased her throbbing clit with his teeth. However, just as she was about to come, he abruptly pulled away from her. "NO!" she cried, her eyes snapping open. "Please, Michael. Please finish me off. I don't care how..."

He stared at her for a full minute, his eyes lingering on her pussy, which was dripping with her juices. The killer then raised his hands to the hem of his mask. Jillian suddenly realized what he planned to do.

"Wait, Michael," she commanded, reaching out to stop him. "Are sure about this?"

He replied by carefully pulling the white latex mask up and over his head. Jillian's gaze followed his hands as they set the mask gently on the floor. She stared down on the lifeless face, scared to look at the Boogeyman's real one. It wasn't until he cupped her chin in a hand and forced her head up that her eyes finally met his black ones.

Jillian wasn't sure what she had been expecting to see, but other than the unnatural color of his eyes, he looked like a normal human man, except that he wasn't one. Unlike all the other monsters in the world - past and present - he was immortal, which meant there would be no end to his villainy. And yet, despite all of that, she still yearned for him.

"Go down on me, Michael," Jillian said at last. "Make me scream your name."

The Boogeyman nodded, his attention returning to her pussy. Using all five fingers from each hand, he spread the hole wide open. Jillian instinctively bent her knees to give him a full view of her loose vagina.

"You made it like this," she unnecessarily reminded him.

The killer solemnly nodded and leaned in to taste it. Jillian moaned when his tongue licked her for the first time. However, she knew it wouldn't be the last. Her pussy belonged to him, just like she did. There would be no escaping and going home. She couldn't leave Michael Myers, not now. Not ever.

He buried his face further into Jillian's pussy. She moaned loudly and tangled her fingers in his hair as his mouth greedily worked her to the point of orgasm. "Fuck! Michael!" she shrieked. She let herself go, spraying her juices all over his nose and mouth.

After licking her clean, the Boogeyman rose to his knees. He gave Jillian a long steady look before dropping his gaze to her neck.

"They were my parents," she said. "The two people who came looking for me. That's why I reacted the way I did."

The killer remained unmoving.

"I miss them a lot, Michael," Jillian admitted, "but I can't go back to them."

Again, he didn't respond.

"I belong with you," she continued, "and they will never understand that, just like they wouldn't have understood my relationship with Carolyn."

The Boogeyman slowly nodded.

Jillian reached for her smoothie, hiding a frown behind the straw. Although her relationship with Carolyn was very unconventional, she never considered it truly wrong, because it had never felt wrong. But now she was beginning to realize that she was more depraved than she had originally believed. And that frightened her.

A gentle shake on the knee jostled Jillian from her thoughts. Michael gave her an inquiring look.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it," Jillian said, trying her best to keep her tone light. "Nicole will probably be here soon, huh?"

The killer nodded. He then reached down to retrieve his mask. He was about to put it on when Jillian stopped him.

"Wait. Michael…"

He stared at her expectedly.

Before she lost her nerve, Jillian sat up and molded her lips to his. The killer instantly stiffened. She moved to pull back from him, but he swiftly pressed a hand to the nape of her neck, keeping her head in place so that he could deepen the kiss. The taste of her juices still lingered on his tongue arousing her even further.

Jillian shifted to straddle Michael's lap. She ground her wet pussy against his clothed cock. She wanted him so badly, yet time was against them. She knew he wouldn't want Nicole finding him without his mask on. However, he didn't seem to be in any hurry to don it. He continued to kiss her and let her tease herself with his cock until she came.

Only after the girl climaxed did the Shape finally lift his mouth from hers. There was still so much he wanted to do with her - so much more he wanted to taste - but that would have to wait. Right now she needed to rest. He could feel her fatigue as he held her loosely in his arms. Her head was slumped against his shoulder, and her uneven breaths tickled the side of his neck every time she exhaled.

The Shape slipped his mask over his face being careful not to disturb Jillian too much. Jillian. Or Jill as her father had called her. No, the killer preferred the name Jillian and would refer to her as such - not that she would ever know. He hadn't spoken a single word in years. But, if he ever did decide to speak, Jillian would definitely be his word of choice. He was fond of it, just like he was fond of her.

And now she was his. All his. She had said so herself. She was no longer his captive; she was his new partner. No, not just a partner. She was something else. Something different. Something more.

The Shape heard a car door close from outside and knew it was Nicole. He nuzzled his masked lips against Jillian's temple. A soft sigh passed through her lips as she began to stir.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to doze off," she muttered.

It was fine. If it hadn't been, he would have woken her up a lot sooner.

"I take it Nicole is here."

The Shape nodded.

"I'm afraid I made quite a mess of your clothes. She'll notice."

So? Let her. Nicole obviously knew he and Jillian were sleeping together.

Jillian shifted slightly in his arms and then frowned. "I really need a shower."

Why? The Shape found her natural scent to be quite intoxicating.

Nicole's footsteps could be heard ascending the stairs.

"Do you think Nicole's at all jealous of us?" whispered Jillian. "I think I would be if you found somebody else to replace me."

The Shape tightened his hold on his companion. That was never going to happen. She was it for him. Unlike after all the other times, he did not desire to seek out anyone else.

The bedroom door creaked open, drawing the couple's attention to Nicole.

"Well, don't you two look all lovey-dovey," she said. "I hope you're ready for me, Michael, because I am certainly ready for you."

Her words had an immediate effect on Jillian. The Shape felt her moisten through his clothing.

"This isn't right," she uttered in his ear. "I shouldn't feel this way."

Although unconventional, the killer had no objection to Jillian exploring her sexuality and stepping outside the strict perimeters society had set regarding such issues. Hell, she had done so with her cousin. Now, she had the opportunity to push her boundaries even further with both him and Nicole.

"I want you to fuck her," Jillian lowly confessed. "And I want to watch."

The Shape wanted that as well. There was a reason he had let Nicole live all those years ago after he had broken into her bedroom to fuck her. He had expected her to fight for her virtue. However, she had eagerly given it to him with the promise she would put out anytime he wanted. It was a promise she had never failed to keep, even after she had gotten married and had her first baby. As a reward, the Shape had given her another as her husband had been busy screwing the maid in the same bed.

Throughout the years, Nicole had developed exotic tastes in sex. The killer was hoping she would help show Jillian that there was nothing wrong with having some fun as long as it was mutually agreed upon by all the participants. And in his case, it always was, including now.

Jillian slid off his lap, trading places with Nicole. The Shape's cock twitched, which made Nicole grin.

"I knew you missed me," she purred. She hiked up her skirt and then lowered two fingers to her bare swollen clit. She vigorously rubbed it while he and Jillian watched. "Michael, touch me," she commanded. "Fuck me with your fingers."

Without hesitation, he pushed two fingers into her core and began thrusting them in and out of her it.

"Oh, yeah," Nicole moaned, "I like that a lot, Michael." She continued stimulating her clit. "Oh, fuck, I'm so close…"

After a few more thrusts, she came. However, it wasn't with the same fervor that Jillian always did, and Nicole didn't get nearly as wet either. That wasn't to say touching her hadn't aroused the Shape; it had, but it helped that Jillian was standing near them, watching.

"Michael, offer Louise my cream," Nicole said. "Let her taste my desire for you."

He slid his fingers out of Nicole's slick folds and raised them to Jillian's lips. She promptly drew them into her mouth. As she gently suckled them, she unzipped his uniform. Seconds later she abandoned his fingers and bent her head over his hard cock. She twirled her tongue around its tip several times, making it very sensitive. She then brought it to Nicole's clit. Jillian rubbed the head of his cock against the swollen nub while she spent time licking both. The Shape had never experienced such euphoria before.

"Oh, fuck," Nicole moaned. "Oh, fuck, I'm going to come."

Just as she started to shake, Jillian raised her head and looked at the killer. "It's your turn now, Michael. Fuck her. Fuck her hard. When you finish, I want to taste your cum inside of her."

He nodded and plunged his throbbing cock into Nicole's hot center. Groaning, Nicole leaned back against the mattress. Being back inside of her after a year and a half felt really good to him.

The Shape pounded her hard, just like Jillian wanted. Nicole moaned and parried his brutal thrusts, obviously enjoying their harsh coupling. And Jillian was right there, observing it all. Except that wasn't enough. He wanted her to come, too.

The killer paused in his ministrations to grab his companion by the waist. He lifted her up onto the bed and urged her to kneel over Nicole's mouth, facing him. Jillian released a long throaty moan when Nicole's tongue slid into her dripping pussy.

"Michael…" she hissed.

He merely winked at her and went back to fucking Nicole's wet hole, though his eyes remained glued to Jillian's pussy. As much as he enjoyed fucking Nicole, he enjoyed being intimate with Jillian more. Since Nicole's view of him was blocked, the Shape risked lifting his mask just above his lips. He trailed open-mouthed kisses over both of Jillian's thighs, wordlessly assuring her that his loyalty had not wavered from her.

Jillian tangled her fingers in the Shape's artificial hair as she cried out her release. Her juices dribbled down her inner thighs for him to catch. After lapping then up, he pulled his mask down and brutally shoved his cock against Nicole's cervix. She violently came while he shot a load of seed into her womb, which was no longer capable of conceiving children.

The killer withdrew from Nicole, allowing Jillian to move into his spot. Jillian bowed her head and went to work scooping up his cum with her tongue. Instead of just standing idly by and watching, he knelt behind his companion. Very gradually, he slipped his cock into her wet folds, wanting her to feel every inch of him as he claimed her. She moaned loudly into Nicole's pussy.

The Shape kept his movements deliberate. He wished to bring Jillian to a slow brewing climax. She tried to buck against him to make him thrust faster, but one sharp slap on her firm ass made her stop. A red handprint instantly appeared on her smooth skin. He lightly traced a finger around the mark, finding that he liked it being there.

Nicole suddenly cried out and grabbed Jillian's head. The Shape smirked when his companion's body reacted. She whimpered, and her pussy clamped down on his cock. He gently pushed himself deeper into her so that she could feel his sperm fill her.

"Did he come?" Nicole quietly asked Jillian.

The latter lifted her head and nodded. "Yes." She scooted away from Nicole and turned her eyes onto the Shape.

"I have to go downstairs."

When he moved to go with her, she shook her head.

"No, stay with Nicole. I'm sure you two have a lot of catching up to do. I need a few minutes of privacy, okay? You know I'm not going to run."

Despite Jillian's assurance, the Shape still hesitated. She responded by gazing intently into his eyes.

"Michael, trust me. Please," she urged. "I belong with you. I'm not going anywhere."

The killer relented, believing Jillian's earnest words. He ran the knuckles of his right hand down her cheek, granting her permission to leave the bedroom.

"Thank you," she said. "I promise I'll be back in just a few minutes."

He nodded, and Jillian left for the bathroom.

Jillian breathed a sigh of relief as she walked to the stairway. On her way down, she heard Nicole say, "You sure do like us slutty girl's, don't you, Michael? So, what did you end up doing to convince Louise to stay? How'd you finally seduce her? Don't tell me you impregnated her like you did me. I always thought I meant something special to you."

Jillian stopped at the bottom of the stairs with tears stinging her eyes. Of course. Michael showing her his face had just been a rouse - a way of tricking her into believing he had developed some sort of feelings for her. How could she have been so stupid? He had Nicole, after all, and he had conceived a baby with her. A baby!

Jillian raised a trembling hand to her sutures. The Boogeyman had almost killed her, yet here she was having consensual sex with him and his partner. What the hell was wrong with her?

Jillian needed time to think, and she wasn't going to get that staying with Michael. She had to leave but to where? Going home wasn't an option. Thanks to her, he now knew the people who had come to rescue her were her parents. She couldn't risk their lives by returning to them. There was only one place she could go.

Taking a deep, Jillian crept to the front door. As quietly as possible, she opened it. Then, she dashed out into the night dressed in nothing but her sweatshirt.

Jillian raced across the street to Dr. Blankenship's back door now feeling scared and desperate. She let herself into the house, her breaths coming out in short gasps.

"Jillian?" the physician asked as she turned a corner. "What are you doing here? Are you okay?"

The teenager shook her head, sobbing hard. "I l-left. I p-promised I w-wouldn't, and I l-left. He's g-going to b-be so a-angry with m-me."

"All right, Jillian, calm down," Dr. Blankenship commanded. "Now, why did you come here? What do you need?"

"I d-don't know. A s-shower. Time t-to think. I k-know about N-Nicole. I k-know about t-their baby. I n-never should h-have let t-them touch m-me. W-what is w-wrong with m-me?"

"Nothing," the doctor firmly insisted. "There is nothing wrong with you, Jillian."

"Yes, t-there is!" she yelled. "T-there is! I a-am not n-normal! C-can't you s-see that?!"

"Jillian…"

The teenager glanced out the kitchen window and gasped. "Oh m-my god! He's c-coming!" She grabbed Dr. Blankenship by the forearms. "You h-have to h-help me. P-please."

"I will, Jillian," the woman sincerely promised. "I won't let Michael hurt you. Why don't you go ahead and take a nice warm shower? You may use the waterproof gauze and tape in the medicine cabinet to cover your sutures. I'll bring you some fresh clothing after I speak to Michael. Now, go."

Jillian scurried to the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

The Shape strode up to Dr. Blankenship's back door, sensing Jillian was inside. He knew what she had overheard - why she had run. Nicole had purposely said those things to hurt Jillian, and she had succeeded. However, he had made Nicole acutely aware that her jealous behavior would not be tolerated. The shallow cut he had given her along her ribcage would serve as a constant reminder of that fact. He would never kill the mother of his child, but he had no problem with putting some scare into her.

The Shape let himself into the doctor's house. She was standing in the kitchen with an expression of deep concern etched on her face.

"You obviously know Jillian is here," she said. "She's currently in the bathroom taking a shower." The woman gave the killer a long look. "Michael, I don't know what exactly between you and Jillian, but she is very scared and confused. She came here in search of some space and now is fearful for her life. She thinks you are going to kill her since she broke her promise to you."

The Shape soundly shook his head. Kill Jillian?! That thought had never even crossed his mind. He didn't feel any anger or resentment towards her. He had just come to take her back home to his house. It was where she belonged.

"Well, in that case, I'm going to check up on her," the doctor said. "In the meantime, please make yourself comfortable, Michael. I shouldn't be too long."

When Dr. Blankenship disappeared around a corner, the killer chose to sit in a recliner. There he patiently waited for his partner.

Jillian stood under a steady spray of warm water as she finished washing her hair. Then, using a washcloth she had found inside the linen closet, she scrubbed her skin clean of all the sex and grime from the past few days.

Michael had come inside of her so much, she thought she would be forever filled with his seed. Even now her body was still expelling it. She caught a small glob of the white discharge on the tip of her finger and brought it to her lips. Despite everything, tasting him made her wet and needy.

Jillian lowered her hand to her pussy. She leaned her back against a tiled wall, moaning softly while she pleasured herself with three fingers. Although they weren't the same as Michael's cock, they made her feel full enough to come.

A knock on the bathroom door startled Jillian. Still trembling from her orgasm, she poked her head out from behind the shower curtain just in time to watch the door unlock and open. To her relief, the person who stepped into the small room was Dr. Blankenship.

"I told you I would bring you some fresh clothes," she said. She placed a short black satin nightgown on top of the toilet's closed lid.

Jillian instantly frowned. "Is this some type of joke."

The doctor shook her head. "No, not at all. Michael is here, and I thought I would save him the trouble of getting to your vagina."

The teenager gaped at the woman in disbelief.

"Come now, Jillian, don't be coy. I know you still want him. And he obviously still wants you."

Jillian's eyes narrowed. "He's not angry with me?"

Dr. Blankenship offered her a small smile. "He didn't seem to be, no. Now, why don't you put that little number on and go out to see him? I'll leave you two alone. I'm working the early shift tomorrow." She turned to go.

"Wait, Doctor…?" When the woman paused at the door, Jillian dropped her voice and said, "Michael took his mask off for me yesterday. Do you think that means something."

The woman stared down at her hand that was resting on the nickel plated doorknob. "Yes, I expect it does," she quietly replied at last. "Now, if you excuse me, I must get to bed. Goodnight, Jillian."

"Goodnight, Dr. Blankenship."

Once the doctor left, Jillian slipped on the scanty nightgown. Through the door she heard the woman speaking to Michael.

"If Jillian doesn't want to go back to your house, the guest room is at your disposal. It might do her a bit of good to stay the night here. In any case, I bid you goodnight, Michael."

Jillian hastily brushed her long blonde locks in front of the vanity. Her skin was already flushing to a light shade of pink in anticipation of what the night still might hold for her and the Boogeyman. Dr. Blankenship had been right. She still wanted him. Desperately.

The Shape's ears perked when the bathroom door opened. The moment Jillian stepped into the living room, his cock hardened, painfully. Not only did she look incredible sexy in the flimsy black garment that barely covered her, but he could smell her arousal already. It was obvious she wanted him to fuck her; however, he intended to give her more than that. So much more.

The Shape rose from the recliner and approached his companion. She looked at him somewhat warily.

"I'm really sorry for leaving," she said. "Are at all angry with me?"

The Shape shook his head, yet Jillian still appeared troubled by something. He cupped her face in his hands and traced his thumb over her flushed cheeks, trying to coax her to talk.

Her eyes searched his for a long moment. Finally, she asked, "Michael, do you think I'm a slut?"

The killer frowned behind his mask. No, not at all. Jillian had been a virgin up until she had met him, and experimenting with other girls certainly did not constitute her as a slut. He responded to her question by giving his head a stern shake.

Jillian's expression turned skeptical. "Michael, I slept with my own cousin."

That was different. The Shape knew she and Carolyn had shared a special bond. Whatever had happened between them had happened out of love. Yet, it had naturally kindled other desires that could not be completely fulfilled by a man. He understood that, which was why he had chosen to involve Nicole in the first place.

However, it was obvious Nicole's words had cut Jillian even deeper than his knife had. His companion was still battling with her sexual identity, and although she had enjoyed her time with Nicole, he may have pushed her too hard, too fast. For that he was sorry.

"It's not your fault, Michael," Jillian quickly assured him, correctly reading his thoughts. "And please don't feel badly about involving Nicole. I know she means a lot to you. She had your baby, right?"

The Shape slowly nodded.

"A boy?"

No.

"Okay, a girl, then. How long ago?"

The killer released Jillian's face and held up six fingers.

Her eyes narrowed. "Six months ago?"

No. Six months ago he had been utterly obsessed with Carolyn.

"I didn't think that would be right," Jillian admitted "So, your daughter is six years old."

Yes.

"Do you ever see her?"

The killer shrugged. Occasionally, and mostly only when he had been missing Nicole's company.

"Does her husband know that she's not his child?"

Yes.

Jillian gave the Shape a long look. "Yeah...I'm not even going to ask."

A very wise decision.

"Has Nicole left your house?"

He nodded. He had given her no other choice.

"Do you think she'll come back?"

No, not for a while, if ever.

"Which means you might never be able to see your daughter, again. I'm sorry."

It was of little consequence. Michelle was well taken care of by the two people whom she believed were both her biological parents. It was best that he let her be.

When Jillian fell silent, the Shape scooped her up in his arms and carried her to their temporary bedroom. He gently set her down in the middle of the queen-sized bed. She looked extremely sexy with her hair slightly tousled and her nightgown provocatively clinging to her damp pussy. The outline of her nether lips was clearly visible through the thin satin, and it beckoned to him.

The Shape undressed his body to its entirety. He then joined Jillian on the mattress, laying on his side facing her. He affectionately combed his fingers through her light locks while staring into her cadet-blue eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

As Jillian tugged his lower lip into his mouth to suckle it, the Shape teased her taut clit and wet pussy underneath her short nightdress with his thumb and two fingers. Moaning, she bucked her hips against his hand, seeking release. He showed her mercy and let her find it. She repaid him by biting down on his lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Oh, fuck," she gasped once she had realized what she had done. "I'm so sorry, Michael." She raised a hand to his mouth and pressed the pad of her thumb against the small cut to stop the bleeding. She really needn't have bothered; his wounds always healed unnaturally fast. However, her compassion meant a lot to him.

The Shape kissed Jillian's thumb before returning her hand to the mattress. Her eyes burned with hot desire as he moved to mount her. He bowed his head and returned his mouth to hers. She restlessly ran her hands over his bare backside while he thrust into her.

The Shape and Jillian kissed and fucked, much like they had done on Halloween, except this time they were more than just two strangers having lustful sex with each other. A unique bond had formed between them. They now respected one another, and that made their coupling so much more meaningful.

Jillian suddenly groaned and gasped while writhing in ecstasy. The Shape broke their kiss to watch her come. Damn. She looked simply radiant.

Per usual, Jillian's orgasm triggered his. He emptied his seed into her but kept their intimate connection intact for a few extra moments, allowing her to bask in the afterglow. Finally, the killer slipped out of her body. Instead of leaving the bed, though, he laid down next to her.

Jillian rolled onto her side and looked at him, her expression solemn. "Michael, why did you first show me your face? Did you do it just to seduce me into staying with you?"

The Shape firmly shook his head. No. He had done it because he desired to become that much closer to her.

"So, it really was a special moment for you?"

Yes. Definitely.

"It was for me, too." Jillian gazed deeply into his eyes and said, "Michael, I think I'm falling in love with you."

Her epiphany did not surprise the Shape at all, but what she had to understand was that those particular feelings of affection would never be reciprocated. Although she meant much more to him than just a girl to fuck, he was incapable of truly loving her.

"You don't love me, though, do you?" Jillian presumed.

No, the killer honestly replied.

"But you do want to keep me around for awhile, right?"

Oh, yes. For a long while.

"Okay, I can live with that."

The Shape smirked. As if she had a choice.

"So, do want to fuck, again?"

Did she really have to ask? The answer would always be yes.

The Shape suddenly grabbed Jillian by the hips and slammed her down on his cock. As she rapidly bounced on his cock, he yanked her nightgown up and over her head. He tugged sharply on her bare taut nipples, making her cry out in pleasure.

Jillian placed her palms on the killer's shoulders so that her breasts jiggled in his face. "Bite my tits, Michael. I like it when you do that."

He clamped his teeth down on her right nipple until he tasted blood.

"FUCK!" Jillian hollered.

Smirking, the Shape dragged his mouth to her left breast. She tried to sit up, but he trapped her within his arms. There was no escape, nowhere for her to go. He intended to make her come, hard.

"Michael, no," she pleaded. "I've changed my mind. Please don't -"

Yeah, right.

"AHHH!"

Juices erupted from Jillian's pussy. She gripped the killer's shoulders so tightly he was sure she left marks on his skin. The pain, however, forced him into a powerful orgasm. He grunted loudly as his companion continued to grind on his cock, draining it of all its seed. Then, she leaned down onto his chest gasping for breath.

"Incredible," she muttered.

The Shape nodded. Yes. Very.

When Jillian's head relaxed against his sternum, he suspected she had dozed off. He placed a soft kiss on her crown and closed his eyes. They did not open again until morning.