It was summer now, June, and I still couldn't get her off my mind. She had been there all this time. Her happy eyes as she smiled at me, her arm brushing mine as we ate on her old couch, the water dripping from her hair to go along a small, slow path down her neck, tempting me…

There I go again, thinking about her. Eight months and I still remembered her as clear as day. I wouldn't be able to take it much longer. Her brightly colored hair and tight clothes, small body and unique eyes, everything, I couldn't go much longer without at least catching a glimpse of her!

I growled slightly to myself as I stood quickly from my spot on the child's bed. My bed, from when I was younger. It squeaked and groaned as my weight was finally lifted from it's straining springs. But I paid it no attention as I walked with long strides from my house, machete tucked into the waistband of the pants I had stolen, the stolen shirt covering the handle.

My mask was, as was usual while it was not Halloween, sitting in a small whole under a loose floorboard in my home. But I never went without my machete, it was my only form of protection. Dr. Loomis, the old bastard, would go on and on that I was a murderous raging lunatic and that I must be killed at all costs. Not that it mattered, I couldn't die. Not yet, at least. Not until she was dead.

I looked around me as the wind blew my now slightly long dark black hair around my face. I used a callused hand to push a few stray strands of hair back as I recognized the street I was on. It was Luka's, she was near!

But even in my excitement, I stayed in the shadows, walking silently. It was dark, like the night I first met her. I smiled slightly to myself as I saw her walking down the street, once more weighed down by groceries. My smile was wiped quickly from my face as I saw a large, burly figure sneak behind her.

My blood boiled, my vision grew dark. I glared at the man. How dare he come near what is mine? I will kill him, destroy him, none will be able to identify him when I am through. But I controlled myself for a few moments. I didn't want to scare her, she would be terrified when she discovered who I was and of what I could do. And I didn't want that. So, I stayed silent and still as I watched her turn a corner. The last thing I remember before everything went blank was the man's terrified face as I pulled him around to face me, his gun falling to the road.

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The first thing to come back to me was my sense of feeling. The air was still yet chilly, a warning of the cold soon to come. I was slightly damp, indicating it was morning, right before the sun came out. The grass under me was soaking through the jeans I was currently wearing. The brick wall behind was jagged, digging into my back, acting as a barrier to the unknowns that lay within it.

Next was my sense of smell. The grass smelled sharp, piercing through the haze of unconsciousness, nearly overwhelming me with it's amounts. The air around me seemed to only intensify the smell, bringing the scent to even greater heights. The pollution in the air only slightly deluded the intensity.

The next sense that came to me was my sense hearing, bringing a throbbing headache with it. The car engines rattling around as they drove by, slamming doors inside of houses as people prepared for a new day. Dogs barking and birds cawing, cats hissing and people talking. I groaned slightly at it all, this new noise slightly comforting in the familiarity and deepness of the tone.

The last sense to come to me was my sight as I opened my eyes, my taste had left many years ago. The other things I had sense came quickly into focus as I opened my eyes. The grass was freshly cut, the house I leant on was made of red brick, cars would occasionally drive by in either direction, a dog pin was beside a house across the road, a cat stalked up a tree as the birds sung the good morning. I once more groaned as I pulled myself from the ground, attempting to find out where I was.

Though I had never seen it at this angle I knew exactly where I was a moment later. I was at her house. Truthfully, the mutilated body by my side gave it away, I knew the only place I would have gone to next would be her house. My head snapped to the front of the house, in the direction of the road. The sound of her front door opening had me quickly walking forward to walk to the edge of the house and see her.

She was dressed in black tights and a long black band shirt, 30 seconds to mars, and she was once more wearing those long converses. Her bright hair, which was even more bright than before, was thrown up in a high ponytail, her bangs swept to the left side of her pale face. On top of the short little ponytail was a large white flower with black polka dots, long, skinny black feathers poked out from the flower, creating an interesting effect. Her arms held more of those little rubber bracelets that what I remember.

Her arms, instead of being weighed down by groceries, were weighed down by instruments. Two longs cases in either hand, another strapped to her back, a small case hanging like a purse from her right shoulder, and a large, thick and old looking folder tucked under her left arm. She struggled only for a few moments before getting the right walk. She made it down the road in no time, me following behind her.

As she made her way to make another turn, I couldn't help but step into her path. I was slightly surprised, the breath being knocked form my body for the first time in my life, as she barreled into me. I nearly fell, but I was lucky. I caught her arms as the folder and long instruments she was holding crashed to the ground, though the hit wasn't that hard because of her height.

I savored the few blissful moments as I held her slight, soft body against my own large, hard own. Her skin was smooth beneath my rough, callused fingers. Her soft cool hair felt absolutely amazing as I rested my cheek against the side of her head, having to nearly bend my body in half to do so. My body was hunched over her.

I pulled away slowly as she gasped in surprise. I closed my eyes only a moment, to keep my body under control, before I looked down at her, my blue eyes locking with her grey. I watched as they narrowed in confusion before relaxing into a smile as she recognized me. I smiled slightly down at her, reminding myself to breath.

"Hello Luka, would you like some help?" I motioned with a hand to her stuff spread on the sidewalk. She blushed and looked down, spinning around to locate her items. She bent over at the waist, almost as if forgetting my presence. I swallowed slightly, my throat going dry with the oddly compelling image presented to me. She jumped slightly as I crouched beside her.

"Oh, Micheal, you don't have to! Go on, I'm sure you have somewhere to be." She smiled up at me, though before I could speak she interrupted me. "But, if you want, you can come over around six for dinner." I smiled at her as she stood up. I held the long instruments in either hand as I stood before her.

"That sounds wonderful." I stepped back slightly as she reached for the cases I held in my hands. "Though, I will walk with you to wherever you may be going, I am still without a job." She smiled brightly up at me and nodded. I listened as she spoke, walking at her side.

I knew this obsession I was beginning to form with her was dangerous for someone in my position. I'm going to end up getting her either killed or thrown into the psychiatric ward. But I couldn't help myself. Something seemed to force me to become close to her, to allow no other to be near her, to become the only thing she wants.

To make her mine.

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A/N: I know, this is like, an hour late, I'm sorry. It's hard to get these up. I have high school classes and two night classes at the college near us. Anyways, I hoped you guys liked this. It's mainly a chapter to explain the later ones, or at least show you guys the feeling that are going on.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HALLOWEEN OR IT'S CHARACTERS.