I love doing crossovers and I haven't written Twilight in awhile. Hope some of you enjoy this crossover with Halloween.

Esme arose from her sleep in a pool of sweat. The only reason she realized she had been screaming was because her son Edward had come running in, gently holding her arm to calm her down as the nightmare faded.

His face, the mask, had been so accurately vivid and menacing. Every year around Halloween Esme was forced to relive it - the dreadful night from her teenage years that refused to permanently leave her mind.

This time the dream was worse. Michael Myers had targeted Edward, a knife stabbing h is picture that she had framed on the desk in her office at the posh private school where she worked and he attended.

Her son sat on the side of the bed now, a look of concern written on his face just like every time she had a nightmare. Esme put a hand on her forehead.

"Edward I'm sorry." She swallowed hard, hating to have her seventeen year old son bail her out every time she woke up screaming. It wasn't often, though each year as the leaves turned from a consistent green to elegant patterns of reds and yellows Esme felt the wave of anxiety begin to creep in.

"I'll get you a pill," Edward offered, squeezing her hand before disappearing into the bathroom down the hall.

Esme had to actively remind herself that they lived on the secluded private school campus where the gates were always locked and a security team monitored the property at all times.

We're safe, she told herself in her mind.

Edward returnee monetarily with her pill and a bottle of water. She thanked him, hugged him and then got up to get herself together for the day.

By the time Esme was showered and ready to go, Edward had breakfast waiting for the two of them, complete with a pair of coffees.

"Toast," he greeted her with a grin.

Esme smiled back. "Thank you." She knew she was lucky to have raised such a good-hearted young man. Edward and Esme has always had each other and he had never given her much trouble growing up. "You should lay off the coffee though."

Edward snickered. "I'm six-one, a hundred and ninety pounds. I don't think it's stunting my growth." He cleared his throat to regain her attention. "I think you should let me go on the school camping trip to Yosemite this weekend."

Esme's smile faded and she tried to make a joke. "If you want to go camping I'll take you camping."

"No offense Mom but-"

"You don't want to go with me."

He laughed. "You said it.. I didn't."

Esme laughed but shook her head.

"Come on," he begged. "I need some open air.. I've earned it. I mean I know today is the day but-"

"What day is that?"

"Halloween.."

Esme hesitated, "I hadn't noticed," she lied.

"Twenty years," Edward said, trying not to push it though he wanted to make a point. "Mom we're through with all that. I want to go to Yosemite with my friends."

"I can't let you go Edward. I'm sorry." Esme felt a heavy heart in not letting him go out and explore. He had earned it, as he pointed out. Still, it was about his safety. "It's not my lack of trust in you."

"Yeah.." he huffed a sigh but didn't talk back and turned to go into the living room, shrugging his backpack up onto his shoulder.

Esme stood there alone in the kitchen for a moment and sipped her coffee contemplating changing her mind. She knew it would be something to drive herself crazy all weekend while he was gone but also knew it would be good for both of them. Michael Myers hadn't surfaced in two decades.

"I'm being crazy," she whispered aloud. Esme huffed a sigh and looked around the empty house. She heard Edward mumbling to someone on the phone from the other room, acknowledging it was most likely Bella, his girlfriend who he'd been dating since the beginning of the school year.

Esme jumped when her phone vibrates against the countertop, causing a loud noise in the quiet, empty room. She shook her head and sipped her coffee as she read a text message from Carlisle - her coworker and the man she had been seeing since the end of the previous school year.

Are we on for lunch? His text message read, making her smile to herself. Carlisle could always reel her in with his practical way of thinking and she thought of running the scenario by him with regard to Edward's desire to go camping.

She responded to his message with a simple, 'yes' and then headed into the living room.

"Ready to go to class?" She asked her son.

Edward nodded and the two of them exited the house to take on the final school day of the week.