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The Love Of Michael Myers	By : Innocentandcute Category: G through L > Halloween (All) > Halloween (All) Views: 11690 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I in no way own halloween or any of the characters, nor do I make any money or profit from this story. It does involve a knife at one point in sex so be warned!

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When early morning came, Tracy jumped at the sound of banging on her door. Michael sat up and grabbed his knife, placing a hand over his she whispered, “no, it's ok let me check it out.”

Her heart was pounding as she made her way down the stairs and very reluctantly opened the door to...two police officers. “Sorry to Bother you so early ma’am, but some people have gone missing recently and it's shaken up the town a little as... well...I'm sure you know of Michael myers and the massacre he caused the last few halloweens, though he should be dead his body was never found and it's a coincidence that these people were last seen heading here, to myers house.
Her heart threatened to burst from her chest with fear as it pounded like crazy. She didn't speak, instead she held a finger up, disappeared and tHen returned with paper and pen. After scribbling a few words she held up the paper.
“None of them ever made it to this house? Hmmm we aren't really surprised, myers wouldn't want anyone near his home... I'm surprised he hasn't paid you a visit yet?” She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. “I guess technically she doesn't fit his usual criteria for the victims. he tends to go for ones who are sexUally active, loud, heavy clubbers-”

“Yeah yeah Rich, I get it. Your a mute and have no partner, a bit of a loner correct?” The leader of the two asked her. She nodded in answer.
He sighed and answered, “ok, well, if you hear or see anything suspicious call us right away.” She didn't breathe until they'd left and she'd closed the door, only then did she relax and run back up to Michael who had been making his way down, butcher knife at the ready! “I'm ok Michael, everything's fine,” she smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist until slowly, he lowered the knife and returned the embrace.
They stayed in her bedroom now rather then the basement and she'd also managed for the first time in weeks, to get Michael to eventually allow her out on her own to get more shopping. She saw in his eyes how much it meant to him when she returned, and it made her sad to think he'd thought she wouldn't come back, but had still let her go anyway, she dropped the bags and ran over jumping into his arms and kissing him fiercely, “I love you Michael.” He squeezed her tight in response and lifted the mask to reveal his lips so he could kiss her properly.
Michael she found, was an amazing lover, he was willing to do anything to please her, she secretly enjoyed him wearing the mask when they made love and had on two occasions even made him leaVe his overalls on, unzipping him free instead. Tonight though she wanted to try something very bold.

Michael crawled on top of her still clothed and with his mask when she called him over, he knew what she wanted and went to lay his knife down. “No,” she whispered, laying a hand over his to stop him, “I want you to use it on me, just teasing nothing more,” she wanted to show him the ultimate trust.
He picked the knife back up and flipped it expertly once before bringing it down and pointing the tip against her throat. He slowly slid it down between her breasts and cut the bra allowing them to spill free, Michael noticed she had big breasts but either big or none at all didn't really bother him, he loved who she was not what she had. Next he pressed the knife a little harder against her skin, just enough to leave a small white line as he traced his way down her stomach, the sides of her hips, down her legs and back up between her thighs before very carefully brushing it across her wet panties and finally making her groan, he cut them off.
He slipped inside of her making her gasp and pull him closer, she was slowly getting used to his size and it helped that it turned her on to feel so invincible and special, to know that this strong powerful killer had her under his absolute control, could kill her any second but chose not to and she knew he loved the absolute trust she gave him in return.
A month passed and as long as nobody knocked her door to come in she managed to stop Michael from murdering people...at least until the police and town settled down, she knew she couldn't keep him from it forever, but for now he seemed happy just spending time with her.
She knew she should have used protection during sex but by the time she thought of it (she'd neVer had reason to before and so it hadn't crossed her mind) it was long enough to have gotten pregnant, but she hadn't. She also had noticed that her periods were a lot heavier, had bled twice after sex as well as some blood in her urine and now she'd recently started getting pain in her back...it was time she went to the doctors.
Her appointment soon came and she went along happily enough, perhaps a little nervous, but when she came out tears were trailing down her face no matter how much she tried to hold them in and fear gripped her.
When his Tracy returned, Michael saw her crying and wrapped her in his arms tightly, he looked questioningly at her but she simply shook her head, gently pushed him away and ran up to her room. Was she disappointed that she wasn't pregnant? He wondered, she'd often said to him how she wanted children one day and he would gladly have given her that, maybe even give up killing along with it.
He noticed over the week that she seemed to become sickly, she was tired all of the time, didn't want to be intimate and sometimes threw up. Finally he decided he needed to know even if he had to threaten her.
Tracy sat up in bed when Michael entered the room and waited for the dizziness to pass. He stood there menacingly and she could feel his anger directed at her, his knife clutched tightly in his hands. She guessed it was time she stopped living in denial, afterall it really wasn't fair on her poor Michael who'd taken such good care of her, he'd eVen held her hair from her face as she threw up and she would have laughed at the image of that if the situation wasn't so severe.
“Ok Michael, your right to be angry and I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, I just..I..I didn’t want to believe it. I was told bY the doctor that I have...c..cer..cervical cancer,” she finally got out, admitting it to herself for the first time and then burst into tears.
Michael looked shocked and dropping his knife to the floor rushed over wrapping her in a tight embrace. He felt scared for the first time in his life, what would he do without his Tracy? He couldn't bear not having her in his life, of losing her, neVer seeing her again, he loved her so much and his chest hurt at the thought of her dying.
Tracy slowly stopped crying and became still in Michaels arms, could she? She could! Michaels body slowly shook...pulling away to look up at him her heart tightened as she saw tears in his eyes...he was crying for her.
“Don't worry Michael, it will bE ok, il get help to try and make me better.” And she did. She went to countless appointments, endured needles, medication and so on. When it came to her chemotherapy she was surprised when she saw Michael standing by the front door, not in his usual attire, but a black hoody, jeans and without his mask.

She was too nervous to speak so she took his hand, sqeezing tightly and unbelievably grateful to have him bY her side as they made their way to the hospital.
Over the weeks Michael saw his Tracy’s whole personality change. Her hair started falling out, once vibrant, sweet and happy she now became withdrawn and moody, was very sick and it broke his heart.
Tracy looked at herself in the mirror and started to cry in despair. “I'm so ugly now Michael! How can you love me when I look like this!” She screamed and started tearing at the small pieces of hair she had left. Michael who had bEen standing in her doorway, his mask back on and his overalls, rushed over to her and gently but firmly pulled her hands away and down to her sides tightly. He ripped his mask off and kissed her cheeks, her nose, her forehead and even her now almost bald head. It calmed her down and she slowly relaxed against him as he rested his face between her neck and collarbone, just holding her, being there.
Tracy felt calmer but also, she was feeling dizzy, this had all happened so fast she thought and then slowly...slipped...into...unconsciousness.
Michael felt his Tracy go limp in his arms and fear overtook him. Picking her up he raced her down the stAirs, broke into the nearest persons car and raced her to the hospital. He handed her to a nurse who whisked her off leaving him nothing to do now except wait. As the hours ticked by his rage grew, he couldn't handle this, he wanted to kill, needed to kill something when finally after three hours a nurse came out to him, “are you her partner?” He nodded once. “She wasn't getting enough oxygen, if you hadn't have brought her in when you did...she would have died.” The thought terrified him and when she said he could go in he raced to her room and took a step back. She looked so fragile, tubes were in her nose, needles in her arms, a drip, her once ebony face now pale and sickly, tufts of her black hair all that was left, she looked skeletal she was so thin.
He slowly made his way over to her and sat in the chair beside her. She would always be his beautiful Tracy. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her delicately. “Michael?” He almost jumped at the sound of his name, looking down he saw her looking up at him weakly, “it's ok,” She whispered placing her hand over his. Oh his poor sweet Tracey trying to comfort him! The nurse had told him that Tracey would be going in for surgery in half an hour and that she might not make it, he needed her to know, to hear it. “Michael, what's wrong?” She whispered and tried to sit up. He gently held her down until she relaxed and then clearly said, “my Tracey, know that I love you and that I always will. You are so beautiful to me.” Her face was priceless and he woUld have chuckled if it wasn't such an awful time. “You spoke! OMG! I love you too! THankyou michael this means so much, I know that must have been hard.”
Tracey was beyond shocked to hear Michael speak, she thought he never would, and his voice! It was so deep and sexy and he'd hidden it all these years!
It wasn't long before they came in to take her down to theatre. Michael held her hand and kissed it fiercely before finally and very reluctantly letting her go.
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