𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕙 //ᴶᵃˢᵒⁿ ⱽᵒᵒʳʰᵉᵉˢ ⱽˢ ᴹⁱᶜʰᵃᵉˡ ᴹʸᵉʳˢ ˣ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ//

Michael

"Michael..." I said aloud. I felt sorry for Jason, I do love him but I see myself being happier with Michael.

"I'm so sorry." I could feel Jason's sadness in the room. His energy was almost drowning me.

Michael was over Jason, I could see how powerful he felt after this 'win'.. he strolled over to me with his head held high. His arm wrapped around my waist and he put some pressure to get me to move. I could tell he didn't want to see Jason anymore.

I went with him. Michael lead me out of the hell house and to a car. I didn't recognize it so I just assumed he stole it. He opened the passengers door for me and I cheerfully sat down.

The door shut and Michael went around to the other side. My eye caught Jason for a second. He stood defeated on the porch of the house. I felt bad but I can't overcome my own feelings.

Michael got in the driver's seat, ready to take me away. He drove to a not so surprising place. The Myers house. This would be my new home with Michael so I might as well clean it up. Only on the inside though because we were still on the run since Michael just happens to be a serial killer. I wasn't sure how that was all going to work out but I know Michael has to have a plan. He always does.

The car pulled up to the not so abandoned house. We didn't waste any time getting inside so we wouldn't be seen. The front door was shut and locked, leaving the two of us in the dark and dusty house.

Michael looked down at me, tilting his head to the side as he examined my face. His eyes traced all over me until he made slight movements towards me.

Michael's hands were placed lightly on my cheeks, holding my head right in front of his. I could roughly see his eyes through the mask the closer he got. That was until my eyes were closed and our lips connected.

Well my lips and the masks lips connected. I could still feel his lips through the mask. He didn't know anything about kissing but he sure was trying his best.

My hands traveled through the masks hair and lightly massaged his shoulders while the kiss went on. I got nervous though because he grunted and backed away from me. Did he not like it? Was I not good enough for him?

No of course not. He just didn't like the barrier. In the blink of an eye he did the unthinkable. Michael took the iconic mask off his face.

This was the first time seeing him. I gasped as I looked at his features. A strong jawline with curly brown hair. A noticeable scar went across his left eye which was white. The other eye held a baby blue color that melted my heart.

I couldn't look for to long because right away he pushed his real lips against mine. This kiss was different. It had more power, more passion added. His arms wrapped around my waist as we kissed. His lips were rough but I wasn't expecting anything soft from a killer.

Our foreheads stayed together as our lips separated for oxygen. The mask taken off and the kissing was a lot but I wasn't ready for what came next.

"I love you Y/N." Michael whispered to me. His voice was deep and rough but had such a soothing tone to it.

I was astonished. Maskless, kissing, and talking within minutes from eachother? I felt like I was living in a Wattpad fanfiction but I wasn't. This was real. His love for me was real and I loved him.

"I love you too." A grin appeared on my lips as I have him a sweet peck.

Now I know for sure that this is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.

~Time skip~

It's been almost a year of living with Michael. He sure had some affection that I was never expecting to see. Kisses, cuddles, any type of lovely gesture was done with him around.

I loved him and he loved me.

Every now and then I think about Jason but this wasn't about him. This is about us now. Cops came around from time to time but Michael always knew how to get out of anything. He was skilled at being sneaky and smart.

His killing habits never really died but they did slow down. At least enough for us to slip away from the cops.

Of course cops would look in the Myers house. It was an obvious spot but since most kids used it as a plot in their ghost stories, the town drifted away from it. That didn't make it any easier to stay hidden but it was better then nothing.

That was until a story hit the headlines. Michael Myers was dead. Impossible, he was sitting right beside me.

The town desperately wanted him dead to the point of believing he was. They couldn't face the fact that the shape was still out there and killing to this day.

"How's it feel being dead?" I was cuddled up to Michael's side, looking up at him as I spoke.

A smile tugged at the side of his lips until he got insecure and put the mask back on. He gets shy sometimes. Or at least he does around me. His victims would say the very opposite.

Thats how this story goes. It ends with a not so dead serial killer in a twisted love story about a death wish.

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A/N
I can't believe it
I finished something
I'm both happy and sad but I want to write a new story about just Michael so if you picked this ending or you're just reading them all, stick around for a new story :)