"I'm so going to tell Ben you fancy him! I knew it, I just knew it!" Annie's voice seemed to pierce Laurie's head like the squeal of a knife across a dinner plate. She winced. "Will you please just stop stirring shit and shut up? Ben's a great guy, but I don't feel for him that way!"
"Ah come on!" Annie teased. "Don't give me that BS! I always knew you liked him! What's the problem?" It was the self-satisfied tone in her voice which really pissed Laurie off. Annie Bracket could be a first class shit stirrer at times. Having a dad as a police officer clearly hadn't helped there. Laurie changed the subject.
"Are you babysitting tonight?"
Annie sighed loudly and dramatically, clearly unwilling to accept the change of subject but not trying to stop it. However Laurie had a strong feeling she'd come back to it as soon as the opportunity presented itself. She could never let things lie.
"Yeah. They want me to look after Lindsey. But don't worry, Paul's coming too," she giggled like a love-struck teenager, which Laurie reflected she was. Laurie rolled her eyes. The vision of Annie and Paul having sex on the Wallace's sofa was not one she wanted to see or think about. "You?"
"I assume so, I haven't heard anything different from Mr. or Mrs. Doyle to say otherwise."
"He's a good kid Tommy," Annie said and Laurie could hear the smile in her voice. She herself would never say so out loud, but she too was besotted with young Tommy Doyle.
"I need to go," Laurie said eventually. "I have to finish our history assignment."
"Ah that's you," Annie said and Laurie wasn't sure if she was teasing or not, but her next words stung. "Always too busy working for a social life. You really should get out more, Strode! See you later!" With that, she hung up.
It was true that Laurie wanted to do well in her exams. Why should she be faulted for that? She wanted a job when she was done. The occasional bit of babysitting was all very well, but she knew you needed degrees for the proper paying jobs, where money and respect were key. She wanted to be in one of those jobs in her future. What was so wrong with that? Those who were out partying all the time wouldn't be. However, that was only part of the reason. Yet another thing she'd never say out loud to anyone, but she was fascinated with their current study.
True local events. Everyone had been able to pick a true event which'd taken place here in Haddonfield, and she had picked a true crime. The murder of Judith Myers 15 years ago by her brother Michael, who was locked in a high security mental asylum. She'd read everything about it. The fact he'd never spoken since, how he'd stabbed her to death aged 6. She'd read all the public articles from Dr Samuel Loomis, Myers' Psychiatrist, who concluded he was nothing more than pure evil. Laurie would let him kill her before she told anyone this, but she'd spent a lot of time staring at his pictures as a grown man. She'd managed to obtain them by verifying she was studying him with the hospital. And holy fuck, killer or not, he was gorgeous! Silent, sexy and damn attractive. She glanced at Loomis's quotes again. "I met this 6 year old child with an emotionless face and the blackest eyes I'd ever seen. The devil's eyes. I spent 8 years trying to reach him and another 7 to keep him locked up because I'd realised that what lived behind that boy's face was nothing more than pure evil."
When her tutor had asked her why she was studying Myers, she'd told her the truth. "I never had a brother," she'd said quietly. "I want to understand why a 6 year old child, how a 6 year old child could stab his sister to death in cold blood. 6, for God's sake! That's…"
"Hard to believe," her tutor answered. "I know."
Laurie had nodded, leaving her tutor's room. But what she hadn't told her, what she'd never tell her, was the other, main reason for her choice of study. Michael Myers in her eyes at least, was a very good looking guy and looking at his pictures every night would certainly be a lovely way to send her off to sleep.
What she had told her tutor was true however. She did genuinely want to know why Michael had killed Judith. Had she taunted, abused him? Pushed him too far even at the age of 6? Laurie also would never tell anyone that she wanted to ask the man himself this, to his face. She was seriously considering once the assignment was complete trying to secure a visit to Myers in Smith's Grove. Maybe she'd even show him part of her assignment? Part, not all. No way in hell would he ever see her back notes…? She'd also love to meet Dr Loomis. She'd love to talk to him about his most well-known patient.
She was jolted out of her thoughts by a police car speeding past, siren screaming. She glanced out, curious for a second, then returned to her work. Or rather, her looking… She was jolted out of her daydreaming by the phone's shrill bell. She mentally shook herself. What the fuck Strode? Daydreaming about a silent masked killer? He'd kill you as soon as look at you, idiot!
"Hello?"
"Laurie, this is Mrs. Doyle." Laurie felt her heart sink. She really needed the money… "I'm sorry to say our plans have changed. We no longer need a babysitter this evening."
"How come?" Laurie couldn't stop the question. Yes, she was disappointed to lose cash, but she also loved Tommy Doyle. Seeing him was always a pleasure, never a true. He was a good kid.
"You're still welcome to come around and see him if you wish," Laurie thought she could hear a smile in the older woman's voice. "That won't change, but we're not going out tonight now, that's all."
"Ok," Laurie said quietly. "Thanks for letting me know." She hung up, turning back to her work. A second later, another police car shot past. Now that was weird. Haddonfield was usually a very quiet town in terms of crime. What was going on? The phone rang again. It was Annie. But this time, joking was not on her mind. "Dad said all those police cars are because someone broke in to the hardware store," she said as soon as Laurie answered. "Weird. Stole a mask and 2 knives. Dad reckons local kids."
Laurie felt her mind flash back to Myers. That was his M.O. She shook herself. Jesus Strode, you lusting over the guy or something? He's locked up miles away. Get a life! He's a fucking God damn killer to boot! "But it's weird," Annie continued, hardly stopping to draw breath. She sounded almost excited by the whole thing. "They're still warning all of us in Haddonfield to stay inside with our doors locked. Weird, huh?"
…
Dr Samuel Loomis stared at his phone. This was bad. He'd already spoken twice to Officer Bracket, but the guy didn't seem to be taking him seriously. Michael Myers had escaped during a court date and Loomis was sure he was on his way to Haddonfield.
"Damn you for letting him go," Bracket had stormed down the phone. "You must be mistaken doctor!"
"If you don't take me seriously," Loomis had countered. "It's yours and Haddonfield's funeral, officer!"
"So what are you asking me to do? Alert the town?"
"No. If you do that, they'll start seeing him at every window and street corner. Just keep your God damn eyes open! Michael Myers is clever, dangerous and silent! Also, far from stupid! Don't underestimate him, whatever you do!"
"Smith's Grove is miles away for God's sake! He can't even drive a car!"
"He was doing a damn fine job last night! Someone must've given him lessons! I'm telling you, he's on his way to Haddonfield! Take precautions and listen to me, or die! You want your town's blood on your hands?"
"Where the fuck are you then?" Bracket raged. "Where are you to help us?"
"Actually," Loomis's voice was cool. "I'm on my way. First thing you need to do is warn that girl who's studying him. She asked to do it for an assignment and of course we had to tell Michael."
"Why?" Bracket raged. "How the hell am I supposed to know who she is? There are hundreds of students in Haddonfield, Doctor! What? You think he'll kill her for studying him?"
"He's Michael Myers," Loomis said quietly. "So yes."
"Why did you have to tell him in the first place? Also come on! He's hardly going to escape and drive all the way here just to kill someone for studying him! That makes no sense!"
"Because it was about him, of course. You should know that better than anyone. All he knows is her name, but he also has her picture. We had to. Sense? He's Michael Myers," Loomis repeated. "He doesn't do sense. You can protect her because I have her name here, Officer Bracket. It's Laurie Strode."
"I'm sorry Doctor, but you're talking total and complete bullshit! I don't believe a word of it! You'll have to give me more proof than that first! I'm not going around Laurie's house just on your theory, sorry."
…
Laurie drank deeply from her glass of ice tea. It'd become hot as the evening had drawn in. She was almost finished as far as the assignment went, but in truth she didn't think she'd ever be finished with the pictures… Jesus he was good looking. She made a fake gesture of fanning herself with her hands, as if looking at him meant she needed a cold shower. He's a killer, she reminded herself. Duh! Dangerous!
But gorgeous, said her heart. She mentally shook herself a second time. Stepping out onto her front porch, she scanned the star filled evening sky. Damn it was still really warm, son or not. It'd been the best moment of her young life when she'd turned 18 2 months ago and moved in to her own flat. She loved her freedom. Her parents had died a couple of years ago in a car accident and she'd had to find her own way in life. Annie's parents had been amazing, but now she wanted her own space, to go forward by herself. Taking a seat in her porch chair, she glanced at the question she'd just written. If Michael Myers was shown kindness, love, would it change him? Would he let someone even try? Be receptive to it? Damn Strode, she thought. You're obsessed with this guy.
The squeal of car breaks made her look up, but she saw nothing. Standing, she headed towards the back door, ready to lock it. It was getting late. She cursed Annie again. As much as she didn't fancy Ben, she really liked him and she seriously hoped Annie didn't deliberately hurt him. She herself wasn't ready for a relationship. Not when she had those pictures to look at every night… Stop it! She scolded herself silently. Yes, he's gorgeous, but he's a killer, Strode! Hello? Never the less, he was a damn good looking 21 year old man, only 3 years older than her and… She mentally shook herself, slapping her forehead lightly as she locked the back door. Get a grip! Because you really have a future with the man! Duh! Glancing out briefly, she was sure she saw a shadow behind the bushes. She shook her head. She was tired, that was all. Great, seeing things now, she thought sarcastically. Get a fucking grip and go to bed!
…
Bang! Bang! Laurie jolted awake. She'd been falling asleep in her living room chair. What the hell was that? Bang! Bang! Holy shit, someone was hammering on her front door. Like, really hammering. Whoever it was clearly didn't know how to use a doorbell or knock quietly. "Hang on!" Laurie yelled. "Alright, alright! I hear you! I'm coming!" Still groggy from sleep, she stood up and approached her front door. When she opened it, she literally felt her world stop turning on its axis. She was looking up at a tall man, his face concealed behind a deathly pale mask she knew only too well from her studies and who was holding a massive carving knife. At first, Laurie's first thought had been, shit he's even better looking in person. Then she'd immediately focused on the more pressing one right then. Michael Myers was on her doorstep, holding her at knife point, his black, cold eyes looking straight at her. It hadn't taken him long to make his move, shoving her back in to her house, slamming and locking the front door. Laurie knew she could quite literally be in dead trouble.
…
Paul and Annie were kissing passionately, having just had mind-blowingly good sex. Annie glanced at her watch. Laurie had said she'd call back over an hour ago, still nothing from her. Well fuck it then. Right now she had more important things on her mind. "You ok?" Paul asked her.
"Yeah," Annie nodded. "Just surprised Laurie hasn't called me. She's probably just pissed off at me for earlier. I told her I'd tell Ben she fancied and wanted to go out with him." Paul sighed. "You didn't?"
"Oh yeah I did," Annie smirked. "She so obviously does!"
"Annie," Paul put his arm around her. "Just because you think someone fancies someone, doesn't mean you have to play match maker all the time. Last I heard Laurie and Ben were just really good friends. Why don't you just let Laurie tell him if she wants to?"
"Because she deserves to be happy," Annie pouted. "She'll never tell him herself. She'll let the man of her dreams walk by and he'll never know it! Hell, she spends her life daydreaming these days, looking at a picture, but she's never let me see who it is! But I bet it's Ben!"
"But that's up to her," Paul hugged her. "Not you. You can't fix everyone, babe. Leave it to her, hey?"
…
"Are you going to kill me?" Laurie was all too aware her voice was shaking, but there was nothing she could do about it. To say she was scared would be an understatement. The more accurate adjective was terrified. She also knew it was a stupid question. It wasn't like the killer was going to answer her. Indeed, he didn't. Not with words anyway. Instead, he grabbed her hair and shoved her backwards, until she was slammed against her living room wall. She could feel her legs shaking, desperate to give way and let her crumple to the floor in terror. When she'd asked for permission to study Myers and got it, they'd told her they would have to tell him, something to do with data protection. But she'd never once even dreamed that he would escape, come to Haddonfield, or find her.
He'd done all 3. His blank, cold but intense gaze didn't once waver as he looked at her. Oh he knew who she was alright and she was a fool to even consider otherwise. She found herself thinking back to her assignment, hoping against hope he'd never see the notes at the back which were for her eyes only. She'd written them at night when she was alone, knowing she'd never hand them to anyone. Ok, so she was thinking too fast. She had to live through tonight first before she could do anything. As she and the killer's eyes remained locked, Laurie found herself thinking thoughts she'd told no one in her life. Ok so he may be about to kill her, she wasn't stupid enough to think she could stop him alone, he was tall, strong and… gorgeous. As if on cue, he picked up her assignment file from the table and she couldn't stop him. There were 2 reasons for this, but the main one was the huge knife now against her neck. The other one was, well she didn't really want to. Silently, the killer opened her file still holding her to the wall with his body. She knew if she so much as moved, he'd kill her. But why hadn't he done so already? What the hell was holding him back? Laurie felt a stupid jolt of dread, which she knew was that of a teenager, but still couldn't stop it. If he reads to the back… If he reads to the back…
Her questions: Could a man like him feel love? Would he care if someone loved him? Would he kill her as soon as look at her? Her thoughts she'd written late at night as if she was talking to him.
I can't stop wondering what it would be like to know you Mr. Myers. To love you. I can't say why, your silence, danger, I want to be the one to show you love, the one to show you there is a future, a way out. The one to show you pleasures you've never experienced before. A woman's embrace, kiss, sex…
Writing when she couldn't sleep, knowing he was hundreds of miles away and would never read it. Writing from the mind of a young girl who knew what it was like to be lonely, unpopular, an outcast. For different reasons yes, but still… She'd told him all this just a few pages over. Don't let him read it, she pleaded with herself. Please, please, don't… She suddenly realised something which made her stop dead in her thoughts. She tried to tell herself it meant nothing, but… His knife was no longer against her neck. She looked slowly up at him; his eyes were now right back on her. He hadn't reached the back of the file yet, but he wasn't far away. He can't see it, Laurie thought. He just can't. But why not? Asked a nasty little voice in her conscience. He's going to kill you anyway Strode, so why not? Might as well die while being honest, eh?
"Mr. Myers," her voice shook as she said his name to his face for the first time. What was he thinking? What did he want? If he was thinking anything at all that was. That was when she got her answer. He took a step back and she felt his knife against the collar of her shirt. A warning. "Are you," Laurie's voice was hardly more than a whisper. She licked her lips and tried again. "Are you asking me to take it off?"
The knife moved then against her collar and his message couldn't have been clearer. If she didn't, he would and she'd never wear it again because it would be slashed. Slowly, all too aware of the knife, she raised her hands up and pulled the shirt over her head. Her heart was pounding so fast she was sure it was about to fall out of her chest. Was he? The hospital had told her that he would know her name and picture as she was studying him. This hadn't bothered Laurie and although she'd die before she admitted it to anyone, gave her a small thrill of excitement. Michael Myers knew she existed. She knew it was childish, naïve, stupid even. But it was there. Or at least she had until an hour ago… Now, it'd made her a sitting target. It could cost her life. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders as she dropped her shirt to the floor and released her hair from its band. Myers' unwavering gaze was now on her soft flesh. Maybe he's considering the best way to cut me open, she thought.
She could hardly believe what happened then. Myers' hand closed around her left breast through her bra and he softly squeezed it. She felt her nipple harden immediately under his touch. Myers had obviously seen it as he moved his hand to it, lightly pinching it between 2 fingers, as if curious about his actions. Laurie desperately tried to hold back the moan of pleasure at his touch. No one had ever touched her here before. Ever. She hadn't been ready for it. But this was Michael Myers. Michael, Myers. The one she'd been obsessed with for… What, months? Years?
The one to show you love, sex?
Her writing flashed across Her mind. But Myers hadn't read it. So was he just experimenting with her before he killed her? A willing victim so to speak?
"That feels so nice," Laurie breathed before she could stop herself. "I can take this off too if you want?" She gestured at her bra. But before she could do so, Myers drew back his knife and slashed it from her, the ruined garment falling softly to the ground. But Laurie didn't care, nor did she get a chance to think about it because Myers' hand was back where he'd started and this time his other had taken her right breast. Laurie heard her breathing pick up speed. Jesus. For someone who'd never had sexual contact of any kind before, the man knew what he was doing. She stepped against him automatically, wanting all of his touch. Amazingly, he didn't stop her. Her heart was pounding by this point and she was sure he'd feel it. She didn't even think as she removed her trousers. She saw Myers' gaze rest on her legs at that point and shivered with what she couldn't deny, was longing.
She didn't dare touch him, but Christ how she wanted to. She heard the clang as Myers rested his knife on the table on top of her file. He'd put his knife down, for her. Laurie tried not to get carried away with this thought. It wasn't as if he needed a knife to kill her. She wasn't that much of a fool to think otherwise. Then, his left hand released her breast and when it rested between her legs, Laurie did lean against him, unable to stop herself. At first it was just through her underwear, but that didn't last long as he slipped his hand under it and his finger rested on the very centre of her. One was on her clitoris while the other slipped inside her. Now, Laurie did let out a soft moan. No way could she hold this one in. She knew that in normal circumstances, she'd be reaching for his zip, pleasuring him back, but not with this man. She didn't dare. Laurie had never felt ready for sex before now, but right then, God she was ready. She knew there was no point telling him she was a virgin, what difference would it make to a man like him? As if on cue once more, he reached for the zip on his trousers. Laurie felt his erection press against her. She sure as hell wasn't going to stop him. She stepped close to him and spread her legs as wide apart as she could.
She couldn't believe how considerately Myers eased in to her. She'd expected hard, rough. But maybe it was because he was entering new territory just as she was? He nudged her leg further with his boot. She reached behind her, grabbing the table for support. How she wanted to touch him, but didn't dare. She felt him hit her virgin skin. She looked up at him, blushing now. She felt like she was on a clumsy awkward date with a boy her age, not a grown man 3 years older than her. "Please," she breathed. "I want you Mr. Myers, have done for years. Please don't turn back?"
She could hardly believe what happened then. Myers' hand brushed her sweat soaked hair back from her face. If she hadn't felt it for herself, she would've sworn she'd dreamed his touch, before his arm came around her to pull her against him and with one hard thrust, he broke her barrier. She felt the trickle of blood and stab of pain, and Myers remained still until she softly said "please, move?" When he finally did, Laurie had never experienced pleasure like this. It started off slowly, before they both sped up and it didn't take long for her to feel as if she was seeing stars. The pleasure was so intense, she couldn't think and that was probably why she lightly grabbed his arm for support and he didn't stop her.
"Mr. Myers," she gasped, as he pulled her to the sofa which she fell back on, feeling as if she'd never move again. Jesus that'd been amazing… Myers stepped away from her and at the thought of his leaving, she felt a rush of sadness. She knew it was stupid, he was a killer. She'd just been there; she'd let him fuck her... She'd probably never see him again. She found herself wiping back tears. She noticed he was still looking at her and quickly lowered her head. He couldn't see her cry, he couldn't… That was when he took her face in his hands, as if curious about her tears. She managed a weak smile, desperately trying to hold them back. Of course he was leaving. He was Michael Myers. She was just a stupid, obsessed teenager. In love you mean?
She ignored her heart's question and tried to get herself under control. But the touch of his hands against her face was making this incredibly difficult to do. "Sorry," she eventually managed to say with a small smile. How could she tell him it was because she wanted him to stay? "I don't regret it, that's not it at all! I… I just…" For fuck's sake Strode! She shouted at herself! He's Michael fucking Myers! He'd never love you, you stupid fool! Of course you were just sex! What did you expect? Undying love with flowers and a ring? "I just wish you'd stay," she blurted out. Shit, shit! She hadn't meant to say that! But it'd slipped out and she couldn't take it back now. Myers still hadn't released her face from between his hands. But now he did and took his seat beside her on the sofa. Laurie drew in a sharp breath of, something. She wasn't sure exactly what.
…
"Where the hell is she?" Linda raged, trying Laurie's house phone again. But it just made a sound as if she'd disconnected it from the socket. It was Friday night and she'd made plans to hang out with her. Annie was off shagging Paul of course so no hope of her joining them. But now it seemed Laurie too had bailed on her. She debated going around there, but decided against it. She wouldn't beg Laurie if she didn't want to hang out with her after all. That would make her as sad a loser as Laurie herself sometimes was.
…
Laurie wasn't sure if madness or courage took her then, because she turned to look at him fully for the first time. His gaze was still blank, intense. It was as if he hadn't just taken her virginity, as if nothing had happened at all between them. It was only then Laurie realised she'd begun to shiver with cold. Next second she felt the soft blanket she kept on the back of the sofa fall around her shoulders. Myers hadn't just done that, surely it'd fallen, right? Yeah, right on cue? Scoffed her mind. Don't be an idiot. She gave him a small smile. "Thank you," she whispered. Nothing. No response of any kind. But neither did he move from her side. She could hear his calm breathing from behind his mask, which had only got slightly heavier as he made love to her. She remembered reading more of Loomis's words. "I saw him sitting in a room, staring at the wall, through the wall, inhumanly patient. He's been waiting for this night." Waiting for me? Laurie thought, then tried to do all she could to shake it off. Not bloody likely.
It was then she sensed Myers was trying to get her attention. His steady gaze flicked from the file to her. She managed another smile at him. Jesus he was gorgeous. "What is it?" She asked softly. Was he asking to read it? God I hope not was her first reaction, but then she found herself thinking, well why not? He just took my virginity for God's sake and he's probably going to kill me anyway before I get a chance to hand the damn thing in! "Are you," her voice shook. "Are you asking me if you can read it?" Why would he ask? Surely he'd just do it. He had upon entering her house. But that was before he entered you, said a little voice in her head. Something like that can change things you know. Myers' steady gaze continued to look from the file to her, so she sensed that wasn't it. Finally their gaze locked again, and it clicked. "Are you asking me why?" His gaze didn't leave hers, so she was sure she was right. "I don't know," she said truthfully. "There's…" She swallowed. If she told him the truth, she'd be like putty in his hands. But if she didn't, she could die. Ha, sneered her head. You could die anyway you idiot. Just tell him. It won't make any difference; this is Michael Myers. "There's just something about you," she tried again eventually. "I can't explain it, but you're a silent, dangerous man and I… I think I wanted to know you. I…" She was tempted to just hand him the file now, let him read the whole thing. But before she could move, Myers had stood up, picked it up and retook his seat beside her. Laurie felt her heart speed up again, but not entirely with fear this time. Further extracts flashed through her head, which he was just about to read. Her legs turned weak as jelly at the thought.
What would it be like to kiss you? Love you? Hold you close at night? Get through to a masked killer? In to your heart?
Every so often as the killer read, he looked back up at her face. Laurie didn't know what possessed her, but suddenly she found herself asking a question she'd wanted to ask ever since she'd known of him. "Mr. Myers, please may I see your face?" There. It was out. She'd asked him. There was a second of silence broken only by their breathing, before Myers slowly raised his hand and removed his mask. Laurie's mouth opened and closed, but she couldn't speak. Holy shit he was gorgeous. She stared and stared at his almost sculptured face, the slight stubble on his chin and cheeks, his short black hair, then back to his intense black eyes. "Holy fuck he's gorgeous," she thought, knowing she'd never say it out loud, but as Myers kept his steady gaze on her before placing a hand against her face, she realised with… Horror, mortification, a thrill, that she just had. God I want to kiss him, she thought. Knowing this time they were just thoughts. So bad. Oh Jesus so, so bad… She knew the masked killer would never have felt a kiss to the lips before from a woman and how she wanted to be the one to do it. Her heart was pounding once again. She had to look away, she had to. But she couldn't move because Myers' hand was holding her head still. She was breathing fast, knowing full well that if she kissed him, she was very probably dead. Well fuck it, shouted her heart. There'd be no better way to die! "Mr. Myers," her voice was hardly above a whisper, plus she had no idea what she was trying to say. But she did notice she was leaning closer to him. Closer, closer…
…
Loomis pressed his foot harder on the accelerator. He knew he had to catch up with Michael and fast. The man was very, very dangerous. Yet, Loomis thought as he stared at the car radio. Why had no kills been confirmed yet? Had the alarm just not been raised, or had no one died? Loomis's number one concern was the student who'd been studying his patient. She was the one in the most danger, he figured. But still, nothing had come through, which was strange. Why? Damn it Bracket, he cursed silently. If it's because you haven't taken me seriously… "Michael," he breathed. "Where the hell are you?"
…
Their lips met. Laurie could hardly believe it. She expected Myers to pull back, or even attack her. But he didn't. Instead, his arms, both of them came around her, pulling her tightly against his chest as their kiss intensified. Laurie's mouth moved sensually against his, trying to tell him all the things she couldn't say. Eventually their lips parted, their tongues coming in to contact. "Mr. Myers," Laurie felt tears building in her eyes now. She had to say it. Had to. But how? Say what? I love you? I need you? But any worries about how she'd say it were cut off as Myers pressed his mouth back against hers and this time, he had the control. His kiss was firm, but commanding. Laurie had no choice but to surrender to him. He clearly didn't want to hear it right then and quite honestly she didn't want to say it. She just wanted to savour this moment, knowing it wouldn't last. She tried to shake off that thought before it could truly take hold. The thought of him leaving her now was, was… Only one word came to her in answer. Devastating. Finally, she couldn't stop him when Myers again picked up her file, his arms still around her. But this time it was because her eyes were closing in sleep, her head resting against his strong shoulder.
…
Dr Samuel Loomis was tired, frustrated and bewildered. He'd reached Haddonfield 2 hours ago and there was no sign of Myers. Nor was there any bloodshed, death. Nothing. For the first time, the doctor began to doubt himself. Maybe Myers had gone somewhere else? Surely not? Haddonfield was his home. But still…
"I told you," Bracket had said smugly when Loomis finally reached the station. "Total bollocks, doctor. No one's dead, no one has seen any bogeyman on the streets of Haddonfield. Looks like you've wasted your journey and my time."
Loomis had just got back in to his car and was driving away from the station, when he heard someone whistling. He wound down the window to see a girl of about Laurie's age walking towards his car. "Excuse me?" He called out. The girl stopped whistling, walking and turned to him. "Do you know Laurie Strode?"
"Yes," the girl answered. "She's my best friend. My name's Annie. Can I help you?"
"Do you know if she's ok?" Loomis asked without preamble. He had to know. Annie frowned.
"I think so," she said. "I spoke to her last night. Why?"
"Would you mind hopping in?" He showed her his doctor's badge to prove she was safe. There was no way he could talk about this on the street. Annie looked puzzled, but nodded, taking the passenger seat as Loomis closed his window.
"Annie, my name is Dr Samuel Loomis. I'm…"
"Michael Myers' doctor?" Annie's eyes widened. Loomis nodded. "Do you know what this is about?"
"Not exactly," Annie replied, lowering her voice even though the windows were closed. "Laurie was studying him for an assignment, I know that much. She is…" Annie hesitated. "Obsessed with him."
"Obsessed?"
"Yeah. Like, she really wanted to meet him. Kept telling me how good looking he was. I've seen his pics and I can't disagree," she gave Loomis a small smile. Loomis resisted rolling his eyes. Teenage girls. Focusing on Myers' alleged good looks, when the man was pure evil, a Psychopathic killer. "Aren't you from Smith's Grove hospital?" Annie asked before Loomis could speak further. "That's miles away right? Unless…" Her eyes and mouth both opened wide this time in pure shock. "No."
Loomis sighed. "Yes. Michael Myers escaped last night. I believe he's in Haddonfield and may target your friend. I really need to know where she lives."
Annie stared at him but to her credit, didn't lose control or panic. "Ok," she said quietly. Loomis felt respect rise for the girl. She was made of strong stuff. "This way, doctor."
…
Laurie opened her eyes and could hardly believe what she saw. She was now lying on her sofa, her head on soft pillows. Myers was seated in the armchair across from her, his eyes never once leaving her face. Her file was back on the table and she was sure Myers had read the whole thing. Now, there was nothing he didn't know and she was still alive. "Morning Mr. Myers," Laurie spoke sleepily, trying to sit up. Myers' gaze didn't leave her face. "Did you," Laurie swallowed. "Read it all?" She was sure Myers slightly moved his head in a nod. "Ok," she spoke softly. "You know it all then. I have nothing left to hide." That was when there was an urgent knocking on her door.
"Damn it," Laurie sighed, struggling to her feet. She pulled on her discarded shirt and headed for the door. To her surprise, she felt Myers behind her and almost fell over in shock when he put a protective arm around her. Laurie opened the door and there was Annie and a man she'd never met, but felt she knew very well indeed. Dr Samuel Loomis. For a few seconds, there was total silence as the 2 girls and men on opposite sides of the door took in the scene. Annie was the first to speak.
"Jesus…" her voice was a soft, low whistle.
Laurie looked up to see Psychiatrist and patient looking straight at each other. Loomis looked momentarily speechless. Annie stared at her best friend, Laurie holding her gaze.
"I, I never dreamed," Laurie managed eventually. "That this…" Dr Loomis finally spoke.
"I take it this is why no one has died, Michael? Are you finally experiencing the emotion I've tried to reach you with for the last 15 years? Love tends to do that, you see. How many times have I told you this very thing?"
"I thought you were winding us up," Annie said quietly to Laurie, her own voice shaking. "Yes you said he was good looking, but he… He's a killer and…"
"Not now he's not," Laurie said quietly. Myers still hadn't removed his arm from around her and she saw it when both Annie and Loomis looked at it.
"Can we come in?" Annie asked finally. Laurie shrugged and stepped back. Loomis and Annie entered, closing the door.
"My Dad was sure you were wasting his time," Annie said to Loomis. I'm the chief's daughter. Annie Bracket."
Loomis nodded, giving her a smile before looking back at Myers. "So it seems killing is not currently on your mind," he said softly. "Been here all night, have you?" Of course Myers made no answer. Laurie nodded once.
"He's seen it hasn't he?" Annie asked her friend. "The notes you said you'd never show anyone and he'd never see because he was miles away." Laurie looked straight back at her and nodded again. Annie whistled. "Brave? Stupid? I'm not sure which adjective fits best."
"Mr. M…" Laurie began, but was stopped as Myers gently turned her to him and to her total shock, took her lips in a kiss. Annie murmured, "Wo!" Loomis's eyes widened in shock.
"I think that's your cue to call him Michael," Loomis finally said to Laurie.
"Michael," Laurie murmured, feeling a thrill shoot through her just at the sound of his name. Especially on her lips. Myers tightened his arm around her. Loomis nodded. "Told you."
"I take it," Loomis said quietly to Michael as Laurie and Annie stepped in to the kitchen. "Your killing is over? Didn't look to me like you're planning on killing Miss Strode there."
Laurie stepped back in to the room then and handed the Psychiatrist her file. Only the second person to read her back notes.
I want to show him love. I want to be the one to show him there is a way out, a way to move forward. I don't know what it is, but there's something about him. I think I love him. I know he'd kill me as soon as look at me, but something draws me to the man. His silence, his danger, Mr. Myers has something I want to know more about. I want to get close to him, touch him, kiss him, see him, see and touch his unmasked face. I know what it's like to be lonely, an outcast, hated for things you can't control and I want to tell him this. Sadly, I never will.
Loomis looked up as both girls re-entered, carrying drinks. Laurie knew from her studies that Myers took black coffee. With a small shy smile, she handed it to him. Loomis had requested strong tea.
"God help anyone who hurts you from now on," Annie said to Laurie, with a small shiver. Loomis nodded.
"What… What are you saying?" Laurie asked. Although she was pretty sure she knew the answer.
"Duh!" Annie stared at her incredulously. "They'll die."
"I… I don't think," Laurie started, not realising she was blushing until Annie pointed it out. "You're blushing girl! You know exactly what I mean! You don't think so? Well I'm sure as hell not going to be the one to test it!" Again, Loomis nodded in agreement. Psychiatrists and patients' gazes locked once more and Annie and Laurie took this as their cue and stood up.
"Come on!" Laurie said as soon as they were alone in the kitchen. "He doesn't love me! Don't be ridiculous! He's a masked killer who killed his sister! Loves me? Don't be an idiot Annie!"
"Whatever," Annie said in disbelief, looking at Laurie as if she were stupid. "Then why did he have a protective arm around you when you opened the door? Why did he kiss you right in front of us? Why are you still alive? Come on! Answer that!"
"That doesn't mean its love," Laurie argued, but even she could hear how weak her voice sounded. "I showed him things he's never felt before, that's all. He'd probably kill me just to simplify things if I pushed him."
"Yeah?" Annie looked sceptical. "Whatever. I think you're going to get full marks on that paper Strode and I don't mean from your tutor!" Laurie blushed. "Shut it!"
"But I know for a fact you love him. If he walked out that door now, you'd cry. You can't stop looking at the lounge door. You miss him already don't you and he's only in the next room."
"Since when did you become so perceptive?" Laurie asked.
"You're my best friend," Annie said simply, now pulling her in to a hug. "That's when." Right at that moment, Loomis and Myers entered the kitchen. Laurie felt her heart flip and Annie must've seen it on her face, because she squeezed her tighter, whispering, "told you." But there was no teasing in her voice this time.
…
Laurie could hardly believe how the rest of the day had gone. Annie and Loomis had stayed there for hours, Annie and Laurie heading in to town while Myers was with his psychiatrist.
Loomis had then finally pulled Laurie aside on her return, handing her his number, instructing her to call if she needed him. Laurie had just nodded. Myers had walked to her side seconds later, as if he couldn't stay back from her. Laurie would be a liar if she said she minded this.
When Annie and Loomis had finally left, Laurie could hardly believe what she was doing, as she cooked her and Michael her favourite meal and they sat together at her small dining table.
Eventually, Myers lifted her easily up in his arms and carried her upstairs, lifting her in to bed before getting in at her side and pulling her to him. "I think I love you Michael Myers," Laurie murmured, as he turned off the lights.
He silenced her by taking her lips in a kiss, as they looked straight at each other. As the night passed, he made love to her again and again in the comfort of her, their, bed. She couldn't stop kissing him and he didn't make her. "Please stay?" She breathed hours later, dawn just beginning to cross the sky. "I mean forever?" Myers' only response, was to take her mouth in a kiss.
…
Laurie had indeed received full marks on her assignment and when her tutor had told her, handing her the piece of paper with D written on it, distinction, she'd smiled. She had no idea, and never would. It wasn't her full marks she was after. She'd got full marks in so many ways.
When she'd woken up that first morning, Myers was still there, holding her close in his arms. He hadn't left her side since, but she did notice he'd somehow got himself a lot of new clothes while she was at university that day. She suspected Loomis had a lot to do with that.
The night she came in glowing with pleasure from her D, Myers greeted her in the hall as usual with a kiss. A delicious smell was coming from the kitchen. It made her mouth water. Stepping through with him, she saw her favourite meal on the table and in its centre, was a huge bunch of flowers. "Michael," she breathed, tears filling her eyes. "Oh Michael, how…"
He silenced her with his lips against hers, leading her to the table and pulling out her chair. She felt like she was walking on air as she sat down. But when Myers made to move to his seat, she clung to him and couldn't let him go. He looked at her, as she lovingly pulled his head down for a long, lingering kiss. "I love you," she breathed in his ear. "I love you Michael Myers." That was when she saw it. Next to the flowers, was a bottle of champagne.
"Michael," her eyes widened in shock. Again he kissed her, as he filled her crystal glass. She could read the signs as clearly as if he'd spoken. He loved her too. Laurie had never been more thankful to an assignment in her life. That night, Myers took her back up to bed, holding her tightly as he kissed her. Then, she saw him raise a piece of card to her eye level.
Laurie. If this is love, I love you.
Tears filled her eyes as she hugged him as tightly as she could. But he wasn't finished.
But I will not take kindly to it if you are tricking or lying to me. You know this. So prove it.
"How?" Laurie asked, her voice just above a whisper. He flipped the card over.
Marry me.
"Michael," Laurie sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. So maybe not the most romantic proposal, she didn't care. "Yes, yes, yes!"
…
"You look stunning Laurie," Annie said for the millionth time. "Stop messing with your hair! It'll be ruined before you even get there!"
The makeup artist had only just finished. Laurie didn't even recognise her own face. She was so nervous, her stomach wouldn't stay still, but so, so happy. She could hardly believe this was real and kept having to pinch herself to make sure it was. "You look gorgeous," Linda agreed.
Paul stepped in, looking dashing in his suit and tie. "Just had to look at the bride," he smiled at Laurie, kissing her cheek. "You look stunning Laurie Myers." The door opened again and
Samuel Loomis stuck his head in. "You look beautiful Laurie," he said, hugging her. Laurie could only imagine what was going through his head. One night had changed everything for Myers and he'd tried to reach him for 15 years.
"You ready?" Paul asked, as Bob, Linda's boyfriend came to her other side. They were walking her down the aisle, as her parents could not. Annie and Linda, her bridesmaid's right behind her. Her friends had worked seamlessly on the wedding plans. Laurie sensed when it came to planning it, Annie had been more excited than she was. She'd smiled. She'd let her. She deserved it. She'd been Laurie's best friend for 18 years.
Finally, the time came. The officiator knew Myers never spoke, so would say his vows via writing. Laurie looked up as she stepped slowly down the aisle savouring every step and there he was. "Ever seen Michael Myers in a suit before?" Annie whispered to Loomis as she sat down next to him. She was sure the Psychiatrist had a tear in his eye as he shook his head, smiling at Laurie. Looking up, Laurie saw her tutor was openly in tears and was beaming at her. "Just out of interest eh?" She'd said to Laurie the week before. "Yeah, right." Laurie reached Michael and took his hand. Seconds later, the service began.
…
"Michael, you may now kiss the bride."
Their wedding day past as if in a dream. Michael's first kiss as her husband had been intense, but oh so good. She wanted to melt in to his arms right there in the office and hadn't stopped herself when she put her arms around his neck as their kiss deepened. Glancing over briefly, she saw her tutor smiling at them from her seat near the back. She also noticed if only for a second that her tutor kept shooting glances at Loomis. "Michael," she nudged her husband and smirked. Myers glanced over just as Laurie's tutor blushed and looked away from the Psychiatrist, but it was too late.
On honeymoon, they went somewhere Laurie had always wanted to go. On a cruise. As she lounged on their balcony in Myers' arms on the first night, she reflected on what Loomis had once said. "One day he picked up a knife and never put it down again." The same could no longer be said for him. Laurie had felt a flutter of… Something when he'd picked up a sharp knife earlier that day, but had only cut the wedding cake with her before setting it down again. She was sure she'd seen a smile on Loomis's face. All her friends had stayed to see the couple off, the ship left from very close to where the reception was, they'd travelled there in the same luxury car which had taken them to the reception. Now, Laurie rested her head against her husband's shoulder, staring out at the calm sea. They'd set sale an hour ago. "I love you Michael Myers," she breathed, resting her head against his neck, hearing the beat of his heart. He lowered his head and kissed her, raising another card.
I love you too, Laurie Myers.
Shortly afterwards they entered their luxurious suite and her husband made love to her again and again, as their wedding night passed. Sometimes during the 3 week cruise they got off the ship at various destinations, other days they stayed on board, taking room service and making love. Laurie had never been happier. Laurie's parents had left her a large sum of money, which was what mostly played for the wedding and honeymoon, but Michael had already showed her a card a few days previously which told her he intended to find work to take care of her.
"Are you really Michael Myers?" Laurie had asked before she could stop herself. But he'd just smiled and kissed her. Now, as they lay on their balcony on son beds on the sure of Rome, Laurie couldn't stop wondering how she'd done it. Sure she'd felt something for him, but she'd never in a million years believed they'd end up here. On a cruise ship, on honeymoon alone. Not to mention she would've lived to see it. She'd expected him to kill her on sight, not marry her. She remembered her own scathing thoughts. What were you expecting? Undying love with flowers and a ring?
…
When they got back 3 weeks later to their house, having discussed while on honeymoon about buying a bigger place once Michael had income, Laurie noticed an Email from her tutor. Hello Mrs. Myers, that'd made Laurie smile, blinking back tears. I'm ready to submit your assignment to the exam board, but there's only one thing missing. It needs a title.
Michael appeared behind her then, resting his hand affectionately against her neck, before he kissed it. Laurie turned to face him. "You know that turns me on when you kiss my neck like that," she mock scolded him. Without response, Myers kissed it again and again until Laurie deliberately took his head in her hands, pulling him down so she could kiss her husband's mouth.
"Stop it damn you Michael! You're such a wonderful distraction and I need to answer this Email before you drag me off to bed!" Myers looked over her shoulder, then reached for the keyboard, typing briefly. Laurie looked at the screen and smiled, tears in her eyes, hitting send without typing anything further. She didn't need to. Her husband had summed it up perfectly. As soon as she'd hit send, Michael was as good as his word, carrying her up to bed and making love to her over and over again. When Laurie finally looked at her tutor's reply the next morning, she smiled, calling Michael in to read it for himself. Perfect. Like it. It's been submitted. Well done, good piece of work. The best, Laurie thought, more than you'll ever know. Leaning in to Michael for another long kiss, she glanced again at the 3 words her husband had typed the night before, her assignments now permanent title.
Before he kills.