Chapter 76, Hers to kiss, his to kill

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Sitting down on the double seat they'd used so many times as soon as the door was closed, Danielle waited for Michael to text her something. She had so much she wanted to say, but as Joanne had advised would hear him out first. When he still said nothing, she spoke.

"You first," she said quietly. Eventually, her phone buzzed with a message from him.

Danielle, we need to talk. I heard everything you said last night and while I understand what you're saying and your point of view, I will not change my mind. I love you, but I am too afraid of what might happen if we stayed together.

"So that's it?" She asked, feeling a flicker of anger. "You're just going to what? Give up on us after everything we've been through? Adam, everything?"

Dawson has nothing to do with this, this is between us.

"Oh, be real Michael, you only killed Adam in the way you did because we were together! Are you seriously telling me that because of one little slip you're going to let everything end now?"

Hardly a 'little slip,' Danielle.

"You're still not listening to me, are you? I'm telling you that it doesn't matter, I don't want to lose you Michael, I can't! You are taking the decision totally away from me! Can't you even think about my point of view?"

I did. I thought about it extensively last night, I hardly slept because of it. I can't put you in that danger again. I know what you're saying and what you want, but I will not let it happen. I'm sorry.

"So that's it? We're over? Just because you're too selfish to at least talk about it with me. Does my opinion and my feelings not matter at all? Not that that's new to me of course, but I never expected it with you, Michael."

Don't you dare! Don't you dare compare me with him!

"I'm not, I'm just stating facts. He didn't care about my feelings, now it seems neither do you."

You don't know what you're talking about.

She laughed bitterly. "Don't I? Oh, Michael I think I do! I might be a woman, but I'm sure as shit not stupid! What about all the happy times we've had together, huh? You just going to pretend all of it never happened? What about all the promises we made to each other. I told you when we got together that I wasn't messing around with you, that still stands. So why won't you at least listen to me?"

I have done, and you're just repeating yourself like a broken record. You don't care what I did, you want to be with me regardless. I could argue you do not care about my feelings either at this point.

"That's so unfair," she said quietly, stung by this. "I have always cared about your feelings, always. The reason you don't want to be with me is because you hurt me, in totally understandable circumstances I might add, you needed a kill, and you were pushed over the edge. I've told you it's ok, and you're still adamant we're done."

Indeed, and we are.

"You can't be serious," she gaped at him now, starting to feel num. "That's it? Nothing I can say will change your mind? I'm telling you I love, forgive and need you, but you just don't care."

Don't presume you know how I feel, please.

She let out a whoop of laughter. "Well, it's pretty clear, wouldn't you say? You're telling me we're over! How can I not presume I know exactly how you feel when you've just told me that? You're not even willing to discuss it! Funny kind of love, Michael! You love me so much that you want to end the relationship? Yeah, that makes sense! You selfish bastard! Why the fuck did you kiss me out there then? Was that all for show with Dr Hazard? Or was it just to rub a little reminder in my face about what I've lost? All because you got angry, and you couldn't deal with it? I didn't do anything to cause this, it was all you! Don't expect me to come crying to you again Myers, not now I know exactly where I really stand with you! Were you just using me? A fling for comfort like I thought at the very beginning. If so, thanks for killing Adam, but you've broken my fucking heart in the process! You might know how to break physical hearts, now welcome to breaking them in pieces mentally, Myers! Oh but of course you won't understand anything about that, as it seems when push comes to shove you don't even have a heart! Why did you make me so happy, only to do this now? Were you planning this from the very start? Huh? God, I don't know you at all do I? It's all about you and nothing I say makes any difference! Just unbelievable. Maybe you are as pure evil as they've always said? What are you going to do to be rid of me then, kill me now? So now the real Michael Myers comes out, the hard ass killer! How dare he love; he doesn't do love! So how dare a woman love him and plead with him to stay! Were you just using me for sexual pleasure? At least answer that! That is, if you have any fucking decency left in your stone and ice cold excuse for a heart!"

She didn't even know it was coming, when he once again had her against the wall. This time though, it wasn't a gentle, romantic move, he slammed her. She felt her head hit the thick foam and thanked any God out there and those who weren't that the techs had made it as thick as it was. As a result Her head came nowhere near the hard stone beneath. She had absolutely no chance of reaching the call button either, as it was by the door. Another painful memory flashed through her then, Michael showing her where the call button was in his cell that night a long, long time ago. Holding her against the wall as he kissed her hungrily the night they'd returned to Smith's Grove. There were so many memories she had of him, which would be just that forever now, memories. Them sharing the chocolates, talking for hours, their physical intimacy…

That was, if she lived past tonight. Now she felt raw, paralysing fear, but she still loved him. She knew she always would. He held her tightly to the wall; she couldn't move at all. All she could do now was wait. Once again, she could hear his calm, measured breathing, always a danger sign. Now her only option was to see what he decided to do next. Was he about to grab her bruised throat once again and this time, actually finish the job?

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"My good God!" Oliver Cutter exclaimed as he looked at the pictures of Dr Hazard's badly mangled body. Her throat slit as was her stomach. "What the hell happened?"

Dr Loomis swallowed hard. "That's the problem Sir, we… we don't exactly know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" Cutter demanded. "Your guys were there, weren't they?"

"Well yes Sir, but… no. Jack recorded footage of Dr Hazard commanding them to go ahead of her and wait at the cell on the head camera you gave him, to protect her in case Danielle tried to attack her. Something I might add Danielle would never, ever do. No matter what Dr Hazard did."

"Cutter's face softened for just a second. "I don't think she would either. Is she ok?"

"She's fine, she's out of solitary of course and back in her room. Michael's looking after her for us."

The CEO nodded. "Good. Ok So back to the business at hand, what in God's name happened to Hazard?"

Dr Loomis sighed and radioed for Jack and Rick to come into the office. The two guards obeyed immediately, entering the CEO's office within minutes. They recounted the story of what had taken place below ground, and Dr Loomis showed Cutter the footage of Hazard ordering them to go ahead of her and wait at Danielle's cell.

"So, you did?" Cutter asked the two guards.

"Yes Sir," they said together. "Her only concern was us protecting her from Danielle when she let her out," Jack finished.

"The sad thing is I believe you," Cutter sighed. "So, what in the hell could've slit her throat and stomach like… like this/"

"I think the word should be who," Rick said. "But with one problem Sir, it'll never be proved."

"Myers?" Cutter said immediately.

"Who else?" Jack smiled grimly. They told Cutter about how Ryan had stated Michael was gone from his cell, how Rick had also seen that was the case, but by the time they could inform Dr Loomis and he'd looked for himself, Michael had returned.

"That guy is one scary man," Cutter said quietly. "Everyone knows that, but… what? He can just… disappear from his cell? If that's the case, why didn't he just leave Smith's Grove years ago?"

Dr Loomis shook his head, as did the other two. "I don't know Sir, maybe because he couldn't go that far? That's something we'll never know. We can't exactly ask Michael," he smiled humourlessly. "Can we?"

"So, he… what? Went down below ground and… and slaughtered Dr Hazard? How else can you describe these pictures?"

All three of the others sighed. "That's the problem," Jack said. "We'll never prove it. Michael was in his cell, we checked with Ryan as soon as we found her, and he was there. So, he would've had to move incredibly fast to kill her and get back."

"Not necessarily," Rick said. "We didn't find her for… what? Ten minutes?"

"Someone would've seen him!" Jack burst out in frustration. "How could he just… pop back up?"

"Because he's Michael Myers," Dr Loomis repeated.

…

It felt to Danielle as though hours had passed once again, just as it had that morning when she'd made the radio call. But again, it could only have been seconds. Michael made no move to grab her throat, or to hurt her in any way, but neither did he release her from against the wall. Finally, he made his move, and what he did was so unexpected she didn't know how to react. He lifted her clean off her feet, so her head was at his shoulder, her feet were not touching the ground. He could carry her so easily, and usually she found this amazing and sexy. Right then though, she was starting to feel terrified. Then, his lips slammed into hers.

Adam had kissed her with lust of course, this felt almost just like that. If it was possible to kiss someone out of anger, that was what was happening now. Michael forced his tongue into her mouth, and she knew better than to try to resist. His lips were rough, almost commanding. She knew he was angry. Very angry. His kisses were long, deep, and she was certain if she could see his eyes right then they would be cold, intense ice. She didn't dare touch him, for fear of how he'd react. He was angry already; she didn't want to make it any worse. Yes, in part because she didn't want to risk getting hurt even if by accident, but mostly because she didn't want to anger the man she still adored.

She wasn't sure how long he kissed her for, but eventually he let her drop back to her feet, before he shoved her away from him with such force, she staggered before collapsing to the foam floor. For a second, she just lay there, totally shocked. What the hell was that? Now her own anger took hold a little, she couldn't stop it. "What was that? Way to satisfy your lust because we hadn't gone all the way yet?" She heard him scoff and if she could, would've glared back at him. Son of a bitch, she thought. Struggling to her feet, she spoke softly.

"Fuck this, I'm going into the room next door. You've made your feelings very clear. Just wanted one last kiss, did you? God, I hate you Myers, still playing with my heart even now! You tell me we're over and then fucking kiss me! Thanks a bunch! I came here in the first place for trying to kill myself, why don't you just do what for all I know you wanted to do all along and do it for me!"

She reached the cell door; thankful it wasn't locked. No way did she want any of the guards to see her in this state, tears now running down her face. She just needed to get somewhere quiet, alone, where he would not hear her when she did eventually cry herself to sleep.

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Oliver, Rick, Jack and Dr Loomis stood in the tunnel where Dr Hazard had died, blood still covering the floor. They were careful not to touch anything, as the police would be getting involved, they had no doubt.

"There's a lot of crap down here," Cutter said, staring at all the broken and sharp metal and other trash covering the whole space. "Is it possible…"

"That's your decision Sir," Dr Loomis said. He sighed. "I have to tell you; I was so proud of Danielle. She took control of the situation so well and voiced to I, Rick and Jack exactly what we said to you in the office. There's no proof, this place is full of lethal metal, for all we know she had a horrible accident. To quote Danielle's words, it would have to be a horrible and very unfortunate accident to split both her throat and stomach open, but it's not impossible. Hell, I even checked my office, Michael's mask was still there. He never kills without his mask on if at all possible. It's his… his very name after all."

"Do you suspect foul play?" Cutter asked.

"We might think and highly suspect it," Jack said. "But thinking is not enough to prove anything. Ok Michael is already a serial killer, but there's nothing to tie him to this kill and of course the clever bastard knows it! We even did what you just did Sir and looked for anything with loads of blood on it. Nothing. If he did use a weapon, he's hidden it incredibly well."

"Michael doesn't hide his weapons," Rick said. "I know enough about him to know that he would've just dropped it right there." Dr Loomis nodded.

"So… what?" Cutter said slowly. "Do we think Michael is responsible for this?"

"Again, what we think doesn't mean anything," Dr Loomis said. Come on Sir, using logic everything points to Michael. Danielle was cruelly treated by Hazard, chained and put in solitary. But as Danielle also said, how would Michael have known Dr Hazard was going to come down there? I never told him, but then again, he is Michael Myers like I've said hundreds of times."

The CEO sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "We can't call the cops," he said. "Like you say, there's no proof. Besides which even if there was, Michael isn't going anywhere is he? This particular kill, we can't do anything about. Got to hand it to Michael, he is one clever guy."

"No shit," Rick and Jack said together. "That's what makes him so fucking dangerous."

"Sorry Sir but I can't say I'm very sorry," Jack muttered. "The woman was an absolute bitch! But" he sighed. "She was still a human being, I know. Well at least I think she was!"

Cutter smiled grimly at him. "I hear you. Ok, I am going to take the decision that Dr Hazard had a horrible accident down here. It's dark, dangerous. I see she had a flashlight on her shoulder, but the battery has run out. She obviously didn't check that before going down there. With all this metal down here, she must have tripped over something and…" The others nodded. "That has nothing to do with who she was and the events which had just taken place," he continued. "It is truly what I think happened. There is no evidence at all Myers was out of his cell when she died, as no one looked, and nothing is seen on the cameras. His mask is still in your office you said Dr Loomis, and there is nothing showing him wearing it tonight." He sighed again. "We'll bury her somewhere above ground, it's not right to leave her down here." The others nodded once more.

…

Danielle stepped out of the cell door, surprised at how angry she actually felt. Why was Michael, the man she loved, being so cruel? Was this like with Colin again, where he was hiding his feelings with aggression because he didn't know how to deal with it? If so, he was one scary guy when jealous, or angry. As her thoughts had been wandering, she didn't realise how far she'd walked, and that she had gone completely the wrong way. She reached a cell door, hearing her cane clang against it, and entered it no longer caring, she just wanted some time alone. Maybe he'd use her own soundproofing screen against her so he wouldn't hear her crying. Nothing would surprise her with him anymore.

It was only when the door was closed, she realised two things. First, the cell was a lot smaller than she expected, the floor was stone, and the bed was hard and tiny. It almost looked like an above ground version of the solitary cell she was locked in earlier. She reached for the handle, only to discover with horror that of course there was no handle on the inside of the door. It wasn't locked from the outside, but it didn't need to be because someone in it would not get out.

She sank onto the tiny narrow bed, struggling to fight off a panic attack. Where the fuck was she? How had she gone so far off track? She'd just been thinking and not concentrating on where she was going purely wanting to get away from Michael, and now she was totally lost.

Taking deep breaths, she struggled to regain control once again. She pulled out her phone and checked the time. It was 1AM, so Joanne, Rick and Jack would've gone off duty. She considered calling Joanne to contact someone for help, only to realise her battery was on five percent. She'd forgotten in her panic that she had Dr Loomis' work number, someone who was a lot closer only in the doctor's quarters and could be there within seconds. Now the tears rushed back to her eyes, this time of confusion, terror and panic. She folded up her cane and put on a book, desperately trying to get a grip. There was nothing she could do now until someone let her out, so panicking would only make it worse. Logically of course she knew this, but doing it was a damn lot harder. A few minutes later, a text came through on her phone, and it only made her panic even more. It was Michael.

Not that I have any intention whatsoever of coming to find you, or even talking to you any further tonight after you tell me this, this is purely so I can inform the guards in the morning, when the early team come in, because they are ones who don't know you that well. You are not in the cell next door. So where are you?

How could Michael be so cruel? It didn't sound anything like the man she knew and loved, who'd let her touch his ears and the rest. Struggling to regain control all over again, she tried to think. As she did so, she scrambled back to her feet, desperately trying to find a damn call button! There didn't appear to be one. Shit! It must be some kind of solitary cell then. She didn't have to think for long before she realised, she had to tell him just the simple truth.

With her feelings on such high alert and her being so scared, old instincts started to return. With Adam, she was only allowed five minutes to respond to one of his texts before she had to apologise to him. She'd had to do it so much; she'd even put a 'text replacement' setting in her phone. If she typed 'RS,' it would be replaced by this message.

I'm so sorry I'm late replying Sir, I… She would then practically have to fill in a questionnaire. Where she was, who she was with, why she was there, when she'd be home. As far as she was concerned, every time she did this, she was raped that night, no matter what guise he put it under. It was either 'how dare you bitch, I'm going to give you a damn good fucking now, remind you who's boss. How dare you not reply to me instantly as you are supposed to!' Or it would be 'it's ok, I forgive you this time darling, now come to bed, I'm going to make love to you to show you I forgive you. You can't stop me, it's going to happen whether you want it or not, because I love you so much and I forgive you. Just don't do it again please baby, it hurts me so. Reply as soon as I text you, or I worry.' He'd then grab her hand and lead her upstairs. It would be fake gentle, but if she resisted there would be hell to pay. So, either way, it was rape in her eyes.

As it'd been over five minutes since Michael texted her, automatic habits took over. For the first time since she'd known him and they'd started texting, she used something she'd never thought she would have to use again but had forgotten to delete. Her 'RS' key.

I'm so sorry I'm late replying Sir, I was trying to fight off a panic attack because I don't know where I am, I got lost. I wasn't concentrating on where I was going.

When his reply came back, it made her shiver.

Don't be so ridiculous. What do you mean you're lost? Don't mess with me. Also, quit with the damn 'sir!'

How could he talk to her like this? Especially knowing better than anyone accept Adam himself what she'd been through? Now she lay down on the bed again, trying not to be sick. Throwing up in here would be the worst thing she could do. Where were the guards? Any damn guards? Could no one see where she was on the cameras and come and see why she was there? Or maybe they were on a shift change over, and she'd moved in the exact few seconds no one was watching the feed.

I mean what I said Sir, I'm lost. I went completely the wrong way, and I must have walked down a passage or something. I'm in a tiny cell which looks like the underground solitary one I was in earlier. The bed is a hard bench, and the door is no access from the inside, not even a hatch. Please can you press your call button for me? Please? I'm begging you Sir. I can't find one in here; I don't think there is one! Please I need to get out of here! I'm going to have a panic attack! Please!"

Now the tears came in earnest, as panic took hold completely. If Michael decided not to press his call button for her, she would be trapped in here for six hours. Again, she remembered how Michael had pressed his call button for her the night she'd had her panic attack way back at the beginning. 'The gentleman on your left pressed his call button for you,' Joanne had said. Or had it been Dr Stark?

Desperately, she struggled back up again and tried to find a call button. If Michael didn't press his for her, she was trapped. She looked in the place where the call button was in all the cells she'd seen, but it wasn't there. Stupidly, she banged on the door again and again. She wasn't sure exactly what she was trying to accomplish, there was no one to hear her. She was just trying to release her panic and fear. Unable to stop herself, she picked up her phone again. She knew she was now begging Michael, but she had lost all pride, panic was overwhelming her.

Please Sir, please press your button! I'm begging you! Please I'll do anything…

He still didn't respond. She staggered back to the hard bed and sank onto it. All she could do now was try to sleep. There were no sheets, blankets or pillows on the bench, so it would not be in the slightest comfortable never mind easy, but she had no choice. Tears were now pouring down her face and she was struggling to breathe.

She didn't know how long she'd been lying there before somehow the door swung open. Before she could even move, she'd been lifted clean off her feet. It was Michael. He was holding her tightly in his arms and carrying her fast back through the narrow passage she had indeed unknowingly walked down and had grabbed her cane in his other hand. Her heart was hammering so fast from panic she thought it would burst out of her chest. Only when she heard his shoes stop clicking on the stone floor of the corridor, did she realise he'd taken her back into their… her cell and they were now on foam. Now was he about to leave? Still holding her against his shoulder, he finally texted her.

What on earth were you doing down there? How did you go that way? That's a long way from the cell next door?

"I…" she gasped. "I don't know Sir, I just… I couldn't… I didn't concentrate and…"

"Shh," he actually whispered then, still holding her.

It's alright now, you're alright. You're back where you know and for what it's worth, I've got you. Try and calm down, I'm here.

"I… Sir, I…"

"Shh, shh." He whispered again. That was when to her shock, she felt liquid again hit her face. Not just once, but several times. They were tears.

Michael Myers tears.

He was actually crying, while trying to comfort her. Now he gently set her back on her feet, and she heard him slump into the leather seat, his breathing unsteady, only confirming her suspicions. He was crying. Without a word, she crossed over to it and sat beside him. Unable to resist, she reached out and pulled him into a hug, and to her shock his arms came tightly around her, holding her almost violently to him. "Michael," she whispered in shock. "Are you… are you crying?"

"Danielle," he whispered this time, and she heard it in his voice. Michael Myers was full-on crying. Probably for the first time in his life.

I'm so, so sorry. I should never have said what I did when you told me you were lost. As soon as you described the cell then begged me to press the call button saying you couldn't find one, I came straight out to look for you. I… I was just angry, and I wasn't thinking straight. I would never have left you like that all night, I… I…

He then rested his head on her shoulder, his tears dampening her shirt. "Oh Michael," she said, in spite of everything her heart breaking for him. "It's not your fault I got lost if that's why you feel bad, I made a stupid blind person's mistake! I wasn't concentrating, it was entirely my fault. Thank you for getting me out yourself, you didn't have to if you don't want to see me, you could've just pressed your call button Sir." When he responded this time, his whole text was in capitals, signifying had he been talking, he would've been shouting.

DAMN YOU DANIELLE AVERY, DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND? WHAT IN GOD'S NAME HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? YOU HAVE CHANGED My LIFE, FEELINGS, HELL EVERYTHING! I DON'T EVEN RECOGNISE MYSELF ANYMORE! DON'T YOU GET THAT? I'VE NEVER CARED ABOUT SOMEONE BEFORE, EVER! DAMN YOU I LOVE YOU, OK? I LOVE YOU! WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO GRABBED YOUR THROAT, SAYS INCREDIBLY CRUEL THINGS TO YOU WHEN ANGRY TRYING TO HIDE My TRUE FEELINGS, PURELY BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH OR EVEN UNDERSTAND THEM? WHY WOULD YOU? That MAKES NO SENSE TO ME! DAMN IT I WAS A KILLER, NOT A LOVER! BUT NOW I CAN'T THINK, BREATHE, CONCENTRATE, HELL EVEN EXIST WITHOUT YOU! HOW HAVE YOU BECOME My VERY DAMN UNIVERSE? HOW? HOW IS IT I'D DO ANYTHING FOR YOU, CAN'T BEAR TO SEE YOU SCARED, UPSET, HURT, WORRIED OR ALONE? AS SOON AS YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE GOING TO HAVE A PANIC ATTACK, I WAS IMMEDIATELY LOOKING FOR YOU. THAT'S WHY I DIDN'T RESPOND, I LEFT My PHONE BEHIND. YOU WERE SCARED, ALONE AND LOST, AND IT WAS KILLING ME! DANIELLE, WHY?

"Oh Michael," her heart melted in spite of herself, and she hugged him as tightly as she could. "I love you too, so much it hurts! Don't you understand? I don't care you grabbed my throat; I don't care you get angry sometimes, I love you anyway! Hell, we all get angry sometimes for God's sake! Do you want me to leave you? Are you really saying you want the relationship to end because you can't do it anymore, or you don't want to?"

Danielle…

Now to her total shock, he began to cry in earnest. She could not believe her ears. Now she couldn't hold back, and she leant in and kissed his mouth. "Danielle…" he whispered her name this time, his voice raw, agonised, before kissing her back passionately with everything he had as he held her tightly, then pulling her into his lap and they were kissing intensely, both of them with tears pouring down their faces.

I love you so much, so, so much! That's why I killed Dawson, and you know it! I just… I don't understand! How can you want to be with someone who grabs your throat? It doesn't matter I was angry, doesn't matter I needed a kill, I should never, ever have done that, never! Not to the woman I love!

"Shh," it was her to say now, as she leant in for the kiss this time. "I love you too, you stubborn idiot, just accept that! I love and want to be with you Michael Myers, don't try to push me away just because you're scared. Please? I'll tell you again, it doesn't matter. You were very sorry for it, had good reasons for it," he scoffed. "No, you did! Please, let me forgive you and let's move on? If I have my way, you'll be mine forever, Mr. Myers. Will you let me?"

"Oh, Danielle…"

Now, she did something she would never have expected to do. Reaching for the full box of tissues on the desk, it was she who gently started wiping his face. Holding out the box to him he took one and rubbed at his eyes. Then, he returned the gesture. Raising her face up towards his, she realised he was looking at her still bruised throat, the first time he'd seen the damage he'd inflicted. "It's ok," she whispered. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Don't lie.

"I'm not… ok it's a little painful, but nothing I can't cope with. It'll be ok. You…" she took a deep breath, then spoke. "You can kiss it better, if you want." Immediately his soft and warm lips were against her bruised flesh, as even more of his tears hit her. Her heart screamed in pain for him, she didn't know how to comfort him. As he kissed her neck, he texted her again.

Haven't you forgotten something?

"What do you mean, Sir? I don't understand?"

Sweetheart, please, please stop with the 'Sir.' I'm sorry I was so, so cruel to you just now, that was totally out of order. Please, I'm not 'Sir' to you, as I have said before. I'm Michael, just Michael. I love you! Please, don't call me 'Sir?' Yes, you have indeed forgotten something, something you wouldn't be you without. This.

Lowering his head, he took her hands and placed them on his ears, before he was holding and kissing her again. She let out a shaky laugh, trying not to cry again herself, as she pulled them. "You know," she admitted. "I wanted to pull them earlier and shout at you to fucking listen, use these sexy as all hell ears and listen to me, not have my words go in one ear and out the other!" He chuckled quietly, his lips still on hers.

Maybe you should have? I would've deserved it.

"Are you kidding? You're damn scary when you're angry, I didn't dare."

Oh Danielle, please don't ever say 'I didn't dare' to me again? I'm so sorry, I'd never treat you the way he did! Please don't ever be scared of me, please."

Now she laughed shakily. "Um, it's kind of hard not to, wouldn't you say? You are Michael Myers after all." He kissed her again, now stroking her hair and wiggling his ears in her hands.

That's as maybe, but that's just my name. Please, don't be afraid of me? I love you so, so much.

"Ditto," she breathed, now pulling him to his feet. "Please can I stay with you tonight, or do you want me to try and find the cell next door again?"

Don't even think about it. You're staying right here with me where you belong. He lifted her up in his arms again and carried her over to the bed. Then he was softly removing her clothes before taking off his own and climbing in beside her, pulling her tightly to him. I'm here Danielle, I'm here.

She snuggled against him, as he again put her hands on his ears. "Please can we try again?" She begged. "I need you Michael, I love you, I…" She was silenced, this time by his mouth on hers as they started to kiss again.

Why are you even asking me? I should be the one begging you. Oh Danielle Avery, I love you! I'm so sorry about slamming you against the wall earlier, did I hurt you?

"No," she whispered. "The foam protected me. Actually," she smirked at him now. "It could've been kind of romantic in other circumstances." He chuckled a little, as she again softly pulled his ears.

Ow. My ears might not think so years down the line.

Now she did burst out laughing, all her relief and happiness pouring out of her. For a while, she couldn't stop. He held her tightly as she fiddled with his ears, the ears she loved more than anyone's in the world. As they continued to kiss, she felt it again. Desire. It was growing in her and this time, she felt ready for it. This time, she didn't intend on stopping it. Their tongues danced, as she pressed against his chest, before touching it as she raised her head and nibbled the top of his left ear. She heard him draw in a breath once again and smiled at him before her lips were back on his. She continued to stroke his skin as he held her to him and they kissed, before she again nibbled his ear, and this time for the first time, her tongue slid into his earhole, and she softly licked it. Now his breath caught, and she felt his heart speed up. Hers was doing exactly the same thing. She felt him pick up his phone, as they both gasped for breath.

Wo, Danielle. Are you… are you aware of what you're doing to me? Are you doing this on purpose? If so, are you… are you sure? I…

"Are you asking me to stop?" she breathed.

No, never. I just…

Raising her hand, she did something she would never have dared to do just weeks before. With a single hard swipe, she knocked his phone clean out of his hand where it landed with a nearly inaudible 'thud' on the foam floor. Pausing just long enough to put the soundproofing screen up with a press of the button, she took his mouth with hers again, and now moved atop him, still kissing him passionately. "I love you," she whispered, as she reached down and took his cock in her hand. "I love you so fucking much Myers…" He gasped softly, as she began to stroke him as she had done before, as they still kissed deeply. Eventually she released the kiss and moved down, so she could take him in her mouth. Putting a gentle hand on the back of her head, he stopped her, and she knew why. He was again checking she really wanted this. "Shh," was all she said, before she began to suck him in earnest, loving every second of it. In his turn, his hand moved slowly down her naked body, then between her legs and onto her clit. She knew this was it, she was ready. Removing her mouth from his cock she slid back atop him, almost desperately seeking his lips out again. Their mouths crashed back into contact, as she again touched his ears, before slowly but surely moving her body into position. Again, he took her face in his hands, again trying to check, she was sure. "Are you asking me to stop?" She breathed again.

"No," he actually whispered, before for the first time ever nibbling on her left ear, the one he'd just whispered the word into.

"Good," was all she said, before taking the final step, feeling his cock slowly sliding into her. "Yes," she gasped in ecstasy as he entered her. "Yes. Oh, Michael, yes…"

Danielle Avery had never expected to make love to a man again, not after everything Adam had done to her right until his death. But as Michael Myers' cock entered her, she knew right then her heart had found its lifelong home. If she had only known when she'd done all her research that one day Michael Myers himself would make love to her, she wasn't sure she'd have believed it. They kissed passionately as she began to move herself up and down on him, she knew he was purposely letting her have total control, and fuck, she loved it! Michael's hand slid back down to her clit between their bodies and started to stroke it once more, while his other arm held her tightly against him. Again, releasing his mouth, she this time took the whole of the top of his left ear into hers, not nibbling, but sucking on it, before licking the inside. She could feel him trembling beneath her now and didn't realise she was doing exactly the same. The raw passion, desire but love between them was almost touchable. "Oh God, Michael," she half moaned, almost screamed as her orgasm hit, for the first time ever with him inside her. Now they were both shaking uncontrollably as he released his load into her.

She collapsed atop him, both of them gasping for breath, their hearts pounding. "Oh, my God," she gasped eventually. "That was the best thing I ever… oh Michael Myers, I fucking adore you!" They kissed again, but this time it was long, tender, romantic. Releasing her with one arm, he reached down and picked up his phone, handing her hers.

Oh, Danielle, sweetheart. I… I love you so much! I… I would've waited forever for that if necessary. That was completely your call. With a shock of realisation, she remembered she'd just taken his virginity. "How was that?" She whispered, now licking the top of his ear as she did so. She heard him still trying to regain his breath and smiled at him, licking her lips in a satisfied way.

I… I have never felt anything like that before. That… that was, oh Danielle… I…

She stopped him with a soft kiss, understanding he couldn't find the words to express something he'd never experienced before. "I know," she breathed.

She would never have expected to take two absolutely huge steps on the same night, but now that she and Michael were reconciled, she was determined never to let him go again until the day she died. Until death did them part. Fuck what anyone else might say or think, this was her life, and she loved this man. "Michael Myers," she murmured, snuggling tightly into his arms, her head on his shoulder. "Can I ask you something?"

Of course, anything, you know that.

She smiled at him. "You might not be expecting this one though," and kissed him again.

I'm all ears, as you also know. Ears, ears.

She couldn't stop the happy laugh from bursting out of her, as she hugged him tightly. This was it; it was time. "Michael Myers," she whispered in his left ear, while almost stroking his right. "Michael Myers, will you marry me?" For a second, he appeared literally speechless, before he texted her again, and she could feel his hand shaking. Again, as was hers, she realised.

You're serious. Aren't you?

"Deadly," she whispered. "Will you?"

Oh, Danielle. Sweetheart, I…

Again, she felt a tear hit her neck, and she squeezed him as tightly as she could. "I can't imagine my life with anyone but you, I want to shout it from the roof tops I love you so much! After everything he did, I didn't think I'd ever love again, you proved me so, so wrong, delightfully and totally wrong! I mean it, if I have my way, you're mine forever, Mr. Myers. That's why I'm asking you, please will you be my husband?" This time it was he to take her mouth with his, in another long, deep kiss. They both had tears in their eyes once again, but for Danielle at least, they were of happiness, hope. He then laid his phone on his nightstand, and she felt his mouth touch her left ear, whispering one word into it once more, the exact opposite to what he'd whispered when she'd asked him if he wanted her to stop.

"Yes."