Hearts and Daggers

Chapter Twenty

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna, Emmy and my other OCs.

Random note: On March 8, 2014 I went to the Monster Mania Con! I love it there and Robert Englund was there as well. It is a lot of fun and not expensive at all, plus it’s semi-annual so it’s three times a year just in different places. So for all you horror fans out there I highly recommend you go!!!!! Just type in "Monster Mania Con" into Google and their website should pop right up. It's a lot of fun.

 

Chapter Twenty

RECAP:

Even though it happened before and I would like to believe I could predict his every move, I was still pleasantly surprised when after a few moments of hesitations, I felt a slight pressure against my lips. I tried to suppress the smirk that wanted to appear on my face.

I knew I couldn’t just pack up and leave; there was more preparation behind this trip: finding a new place to go, convincing Emmy to come, explaining to Loomis and possibly Laurie. As reluctant as I was to admit it, I would be hanging around this town for a little while longer. Which meant I may have to witness the possible downfall of Michael Myers.

But at the moment, the only thought that was that I was going to leave Haddonfield the same way I left seventeen years ago…

…After spending one more night with Michael.

//oo//

The sun had barely risen when I opened my eyes and found myself tangled in blankets on the floor of my bedroom. My entire body was sore as I lay there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember all the events that had taken place the night before. Sitting up, I winced as the muscles in my back popped and protested. I looked around the room and found it completely empty, no sign of any other life. Michael must have left not long after I fell asleep.

“Why am I not surprised?” I breathed to myself as I shakily stood before reaching down and grabbing a blanket to wrap around myself. I shuffled over to the closet pulling the door open when suddenly the creaking of my bedroom door was heard.

“Mommy?” I heard Emmy’s small voice.

“Emmy, what are you doing up so early?” I asked, trying to keep my voice level while clutching the blanket tighter to me, feeling my entire body burning up.

“I had a bad dream,” she whimpered before finally registering my state of undress, “Where are your clothes?” This was not happening.

“Um, I was just about to get a shower,” I said smoothly, grabbing my robe from the inside of my closet door and began to slip it on while trying to keep the sheet in place.

“But, why are you wearing a blanket?” The tiredness in her voice was quickly being replaced with its usual curiosity as I hastily tied the robe before letting the blanket fall.

“It’s cold,” I lied and was grateful that Emmy was still naïve enough to believe it. The little girl nodded and walked over to my bed, climbing on top of it, the weariness returning in her eyes.

“Baby, why don’t you lie down here and when I’m done my shower I will come and cuddle with you,” I suggested softly. I picked up to blanket I had originally covered myself with and draped it over her. She curled up into my pillow and was just about to fall asleep when something caught her eye.