You wake up warm and cozy in your bed, nestled against Michaels imposing form. Like many nights, he was lying a bit stiffly on his back while you mostly snuggled against him. He made no indication he minded, and you knew he would let you know for sure if you overstepped a boundary. You stretched an arm over his chest and let out a content sigh, glancing upwards to his masked face. You were sure he was awake, looking back at you. He never slept much.

It was a strange predicament you found yourself in with the infamous Michael Myers. You had first met him when you moved in, completely new to the town and unaware of the local stories. You found him bloodied and injured, and not thinking twice about it you helped him with the best of your abilities. You weren't sure why he didn't kill you after you finished bandaging a gash on his arm, and you weren't sure why you are now snuggled up in bed with him either. He rarely ever talks unless it is something super important. But he must have his reasons.

"I have to leave the house, I got shopping to do." You sighed. Michaels muscles tensed even more when you mentioned leaving. "I know, it is my day off but we are low on food and some other items."

He let out a sigh.

"I will be quick. I'll leave now while its still early to beat the crowds." You hoist yourself up to a sitting position and slowly leaned in and placed a kiss on the latex cheek of the mask. He slowly shifted his head to face yours and you knew what he wanted; it was practically the morning ritual. Carefully you slowly lift the bottom of his mask up, stopping just below his nose, and planted a chaste kiss to his lips. Michael, seemingly wanted more, took his hand and placed it on the back of your head, fingers gripping your hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue evading your mouth.

He allowed you to break away, you were left slightly breathless, as you moved his mask back down. You gave him a grin and a small chuckle before leaving the comfort of your bed to get dressed. Michael followed suit, and just followed you as you did your morning routine. That was the normal. He simply followed you around the house and followed you at a distance while at work. Sometimes he would leave the residence to do who knows what (you chose not to dwell on that too much, but knew perfectly well what he does). Sometimes he would simply stay put in the house, and today seemed to be that day.

"Alright, I should be back in 30 minutes, maybe under that depending on how busy it is. If you leave just place my cat magnet back on the fridge." You exited your home, leaving the door unlocked and made your way to the store on foot. It was about a ten minute walk and you needed to save some money on gas. The scenery was nice this time of year and a little walking never did too much harm

The grocery store was relatively busy when you entered, causing you to mentally curse as you grabbed a cart. You began grabbing the essentials in the health section and the cleaning section. You have used up a lot of bleach and floor cleaner thanks to Michael. Next you moved onto produce starting briefly in the meats and warming your way to snacks and dried produce. You grabbed foods you knew Michael liked and as you reached down to grab a pack of Oreos to share, a strange chill went down your spine.

It felt like eyes were watching you.

Given that you lived with The Shape of Haddonfield, you've grown accustomed to having eyes constantly on you. But you were accustomed to Michaels eyes, not whoever's were on you now. Gripping the cookies tight you glanced around the aisle and saw a tall, lanky man at the far end of aisle, his sunken eyes trained on you. You tossed the snack in the cart and with a quickened pace you head in the direction away from him, hoping it was just a momentary thing or just a weird coincidence.

You grabbed other snacks half hazardly, realizing the man was still following you through the various aisles. Deciding to say fuck it, you hastily went to the check out and entered a lane with no one in it. As the young cashier scanned your items and placed them in three bags, you kept looking at your immediate surroundings for the man. You didn't catch sight of him.

You quickly paid for your goods, gathered them in your hands and left the store and hopefully the man behind. You crossed the street while you had the right of way and made your way down the sidewalk, back to the safety of your residence, feeling slightly at ease. You only spent 15 minutes total in the store despite the busy nature thanks to that creep. You sigh in slight relief.

That momentary moment went away though, as the sensation of being watched again by unwanted eyes creeps back over your being. You cursed under your breath and glanced behind, and sure enough the man was in the distance following you, hunched over with eyes trained on you. You quickened your pace, your heartrate was spiking and tears stung your eyes.

You hadn't felt panic like this for your life since you first discovered who Myers was. You had never felt like fleeting prey like this with him either.

The sight of your car and your house made hope flutter in your being as you practically ran to the door, still feeling the man was following. You didn't spare a second glance as you swung the front door open, practically throwing your groceries on the floor to turn to lock the door. Not thinking straight you ran to the front window and peaked through the blinds. You watched as the stalker stopped in front of your house, his eyes were scanning over the building. His face snarled slightly as he continued to search the building, you were hoping he'd give up and go away.

Your heart dropped when you saw him make his way around your house, still keeping his eyes on the place with a now noticeable smirk.

You your breathing hitched as you backed away from the window. You were starting to hyperventilate, stepping backwards again. Suddenly your back hit against something firm and you almost scream if it weren't for a large, but familiar hand covering your mouth. You almost collapsed back into Michael in relief. Michael maneuvers you around to face him, his hand resting on your cheek while another rested on your upper arm. You blink away tears in subtle surprise at this rare moment of affection initiated from the Shape. He looked to the thrown groceries and back to you.

"Someone followed me home from the store. He started circling the house." You managed to whisper, your voice shaking as you spoke fast. His hand on your arm gripped the skin tightly, you wince from the sudden pain.

*click*

It was like time froze as you heard your back door that was connected to your kitchen squeak open, your eyes widening while Michaels head snapped to the side to listen further. He looked back to you and saw the clear panic on your face as your bottom lip quivered. His head tilted to the side.

You were his. His to protect. His to keep close. If you were to ever be scared or killed he wanted it by his hands. You were his.

He placed a finger to your lips, then pointed it to the ground where you stood before he slowly crept his way to your closet on the right, where you made him hide his knife while in your home. You weren't sure what his plan was but you didn't have time to dwell on it. The man from the grocery store slinked in from the kitchen.

His creepy eyes soaked in your frozen, shaken figure. A wild grin appeared on his face.

'God, Michael just take him out right now.'

"Shouldn't of left your backdoor unlocked, sweetcheeks." His voice was hoarse as he started stalking towards you. As he inched closer and closer. You stayed still despite the urge to run, in hopes this was all apart of whatever fucking plan was. The stalker stopped right in front of you. You glance to the side and saw Michael leave the closet, settling some of the nerves.

"Too scared to run now?" The man chuckled, unaware of the apex predator slowly stalking up to him. "You have no idea what I am going to do-"

He didn't get to explain or imply what he was going to do. Michael gripped the back of his neck and pulled him in close.

"Mine." Michael Myers growled in a guttural tone. The man could only stutter out random words as Michael jerked his head at you towards the backdoor. He dragged the flailing man in that direction. You were hesitant, but you pushed your legs to follow them both. You watched as Michael dragged him down your back porch steps, while you took to watching from the deck.

"Pl-please! It was a mis-mistake!" The intruder choked. Michael had no intentions of listening to his pitiful please. You were lucky your neighbors were out for work today, they would for sure call the police. "T-tell him it was a misunderstanding!" Him addressing you made the Shape angrier, he tightened his hold on the now crying mans neck and kicked down his legs. The sheer force of the kick caused a loud snap to emit from one of his legs, a shrill yell came out of the man.

Michael gripped the handle of his kitchen knife and slowly brought the sharp blade to his throat. He slowly rose his head, the mask completely made the eye holes black, expression unreadable. The man was practically squealing at this point, snot dripping from his nose.

You watched in morbid curiosity. Myers was doing this for you, but the thought of witnessing death first hand left a queasy feeling in your stomach.

In one sudden movement, Michael slashed the creeps throat. Blood spurted out of the wound as Myers let the mans body fall. You couldn't help but to wince. The man grabbed his throat as he gargled and gagged on his own blood. Obviously he was left to choke on his own his own blood as extra punishment. It didn't last, after what felt like hours life faded from his eyes and his body's twitching came to a stop.

You eyed Michael as he stared down at the body and blood. The grip on his knife was tight, his head tilting to the side. You gulped, feeling crash from all the adrenaline hit. You let your back hit your house, the noise causing Michael to turn his attention back to you. In slow, big strides he climbed up the steps to the porch and stood directly in front of you, your bodies practically were touching.

Once again, his large hand found itself on your cheek, something soft you weren't used to from him. You could have melted in his touch, but you think that was the exhaustion kicking in. Michael slowly lifted up the bottom of his mask to his nose. He hungrily pulled you into a deep kiss, his body pushing against you. You gripped the coveralls covering his chest, a low growl came from his chest. His hand that once was on your face now was on your neck, applying minimal pressure.

He bit your lip, drawing blood before pulling away from you. He was going to go back in for another sloppy kiss but you prevented him, resting your forehead against his chest.

"Thank you, Michael." You whispered. "I was so scared, but felt so protected by you." You felt foolish telling this to The Shape himself, but it was the truth. His presence alone was solace when that creep of a guy was finding his way into your home.

He grunted as a reply.

"I need you to get rid of the body while I pick up the groceries. Then we can take ourselves back to bed." You crane your neck back to look at him, noticing his mask was still slightly pulled up. With a small smile, you went on your tiptoes and placed a sweet kiss to his lips. "Get that body tossed and you can have your way with me."

He pulled his mask down and promptly turned to deal with the body. You chuckle and do the same to deal with the groceries.

It was a strange predicament indeed, but so far you haven't regretted a thing.