AN: Now for proper introductions! Hello! Welcome to this new fic. Glad you stumbled upon it. Basically, this idea came up while I was playing Dead By Daylight as Laurie Strode. Getting chased by Michael Myers, and I figured, "why the hell don't I do a romance fic which doesn't involve an OC for once?" And, out of all the fandoms, I pick this one to experiment with. Also, I believe I should warn you the subjects of this pairing are siblings. He. He.
Warnings: Rating might go up. AU. Carpenter's Halloween. Laurie is 15-16. Michael is 19-20.
Chapter Two: August
Laurie lounges on the couch, flicking through the channels on the television. She doesn't process the images flitting on the screen, but Laurie is bored and while she would rather read a book, she's already reread through her library and she hasn't worked up enough baby-sitting money to buy something new, to add to her collection.
"Laurie?"
It's her father who calls her attention. He enters her peripheral from the kitchen doorway. Her thumb flexes on the remote button and the TV blinks off. What she sees is her bent reflection, her torso draped over the couch's armrest, the sun seeping through the curtains of the front window standing behind her.
She rotates her head, without moving her eyes, to acknowledge her father.
"Yeah?"
He takes a few steps forward. The floorboards creak as he approaches. Her father usually walks with purpose because he's such a business man. Perception and appearance means everything to him. But, in this moment, with his loosened tie, she perceives him to be frazzled and tired.
"What's wrong, daddy?" Laurie is concerned now. She shifts on the couch. Alert.
"It's…" His words stall until he is kneeling by the couch and reaching for her hand. As he takes it, there is a degree of fear in his eyes which is contagious. She feels it a bit, and her heartbeat deepens.
"What?"
"I got a call from Smith's Grove…"
"What'd they say?"
Her father's hand grows stiff atop hers.
"Michael is ready to come home."