Steal Away the Night

Steal Away The Night

Chapter One

We Need Another Heir

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Author’s Notes- Ok. This really is the blueprint for Myers Girl, but it takes place just moments
after the ending of The Curse of Michael Myers. Once again we have Jennifer (Lloyd in this
case) who has been kidnaped by Wynn’s men, and Wynn? He faked his death. Jennifer has just
watched year younger sister Jamie go through a living hell (all this time Michael chose Jamie so
Jennifer was merely there for decoration) and now her sister is dead and Kara, Danny and
Tommy have gone off with Steven, but Wynn doesn’t want to go after the newborn... This isn’t
going to be nearly as happy go lucky as most of my stuff so beware...

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            Jennifer Lloyd watched as Terrance Wynn entered her room, angry and quick. Her face
was tear stained, from having cried over the loss of her little sister. They were going to kill her
tonight. The seventeen year old released herself from her human ball and stood before the
members of the entering cult. Wynn moved to her and showed them her marked wrist.

            “She too, carries our sacred symbol, and will also be put to good use.” He looked at her,
his eyes following her form. “You are strJennJennifer, stronger than Jamie was.”

            Hatred and anger filled her usually soft voice, her eyes narrowed and her teeth clenched
so as to stop herself from spitting on him. “She was sixteen years old! You can’t honestly be
surprised, Terrance!”

            He clucked is tongue at her hostility. “Now, now. That was entirely Michael’s decision.
But now their isn’t a third sister, is there? No, you’re all we have left, and we need another heir.”

            She suddenly lost the anger in her face, he could see the fear replace it, she went whiter
than usual and her eyes were wide. “But.. The baby! He’s ok isn’t....”

            “Oh just escaped, and we’re all tired of chasing, especially Michael. We have another
year, and you have three months to ready yourself.”

            He left, followed by the disciples of Thorn. Tears flooded her olive green eyes and ran
down her pale high boned cheeks. She sat on the cold, stone floor and buried her face in her
hands, letting the tears come. She had promised her mother that she would keep the secret of her
faked death, promise to take care of Jamie. Jamie was dead, and by the looks of things, Laurie
Strode’s secret would come out.

            Suddenly her head snapped up, gazing at the picture frame on the wall, the only item she
had been allowed to bring. The picture of her mother with them brought more tears to her eyes,
and her idea brought a chill down her spine.

            But she had to do it.

            Idiots. She thought as she toown own the ornate frame. Leaving objects containing glass
in an unstable person’s room. She knew she had to be quick. With a sigh she threw it to the
ground and quickly took up a piece of glass, knowing they would be coming soon.

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            Wynn looked up from his newspaper at the sound of shattering glass. He quirked an
eyebrow, then shot up, grabbing another doctor as he ran down the hall. He opened the door to
Jennifer’s room silently, and felt his stomach turn at the sight he met. Jennifer held a piece of
glass to her throat, blood seeped down her bare arms and soaked into her gray tank. Some of her
sandy brown hair was soaked in it, but she still desperately sawed, trying to slice her jugular. He
moved to her shaking form silently and ripped the glass from her. He lifted her from the ground,
and felt her go limp, unconscious in his arms. He gazed upon the face that was a spitting image
of Laurie Strode’s.

            Such a pretty girl almost wasted away. He chuckled. Now THAT wont do, I’d hate to
have to get Michael someone else. Someone he wouldn’t be comfortable with.

            He brought her into operating room One and ordered some nurses in. He put on some
gloves, then a face mask, and tilted her head back. “Janet, hand me that there, would you?
Thanks.” He worked at getting any loose glass from her flesh, then sewed up the slit. “Thank
you all, that would do.”

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            Jennifer’s throat healed within two months time, still tender, but the scar was soft, and
hard to see. She now had a month before she was expected to conceive from Michael, and she
had no ideas how to stop

            Jennifer was on one evening exactly one month from the appointed two weeks she was to
spend with Michael contemplating an escape or suicide when she was met by Wynn’s icy hand
on her cheek. She was used to such sudden appearances, and no longer jumped at his touch, she
looked up at him coldly.

            “Oh, now Jenni, why do you look so glum? Have I ever treated you or Jamie badly? You
have to give me some props for killing her, she ran with the baby! My life’s work almost wasted!
I know we haven’t paid you nearly as much attention but you haven’t been worthless to us. I
treated both of you like my own daughters! I raised you, Jenni.”

            Tears streamed down her face. “You stole me from my parents, then you stole Jamie.
Why Jamie?” Her eyes met his, soft and curious.

            “Well originally you were going to do the dirty work, but then Jamie was born, and we
felt that a backup wouldn’t hurt. We gave Michael a decision and he chose Jamie. Why do you
want to know this?”

            She shook her head and shrugged. “I don’t know. I only knew my mother for six years,
she got us from you when I was four, Jamie three. You got us back when I was ten she was nine.
Mom r... died when I was seven Jamie six...”

            “What were you going to say?” He sat by her, transfixed. “It started with an ‘r’.”

            Suddenly full of fear and shame she looked away. “Nothing, I just...”

            “She’s alive, isn’t she, Jenni? If Michael killed both of you and his child the curse
wouldn’t end, because Laurie Strode is alive!” He turned her face to his, meeting her eyes. “Tell
me Jennifer, I’ve taken care of you and wether you believe me or not I loved you as a father.
There tre things you just cant help. Is she alive?”

            “She was in 1986, I cant speak for her now.” She gasped between sobs. “She made me
promise never to tell.”

       㼠160;   He watched her for a moment, then paused. “No,”

            She looked at him. “What?”

            “I wont use you and your child as Michael’s final sacrifice, I’m going to put her through
the pain you’re feeling right now. You’ll marry Michael, by our ways of course, and the child
will be born. We’ll photograph you, Michael, and the child and send it to her every Halloween,
your growing family. You will be able to call her every Halloween, for as long as you like until
midnight. Yes, it’s perfect.21;<21;

            Her eyes wide and teary, she shook her head. “No, I’d rather die than have that.”

            He smiled. “But who would kill their own daughter?” He stood and moved to the door.

            “Oh God Terrance, please no!” She stood and ran to the door which he walked out of and
slammed in her face. “Please God help me, no!”

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Ok, there’s a little background and some plot. R&R, hope you like but if you could give me tips
and ideas that would so rock. Please, please, please review! *gets on hands and knees and kisses
your shoes* Erm, ok, thats creepy but please!