Halloween 9; The Veil between the worlds

Laurie drifted through the darkness. It was over, it was finally over. It was almost a relief. No more fear, no more wondering. She was dead. Michael had killed her. She would no longer suffer. She was beyond that now.
The figures gradually took shape around her. She recognised her friends, her lover, the pupils from her school that he had killed, the staff at the hospital. She saw her cousins, her aunt and uncle, barely remembered from childhood. People she vaguely knew from the streets of Haddonfield. She saw the nurse who had assisted Dr Loomis. But not Loomis himself, he had died peacefully in his bed. She was glad, glad he at least had escaped.
There were others, many, many others, far too many to count. Cops, lot’s of cops, men who had given their lives to vainly try and protect the innocent. Some people in robes, cultists of some sort? So many people, young and old, so many that Michael had killed. It all seemed such a terrible waste.
And there was Jamie, her dear sweet Jamie, her child. She had given her up when she’d faked her own death in order to try and protect her but she’d dammed her, just as surely as if she had slit her throat herself. But it didn’t matter now. Laurie took her in her arms and hugged her to her, weeping as she did so. Jamie hugged her back, burying her face in Laurie’s shoulder. It was all ok now, everything was ok.
A woman stepped from the crowd. A young girl. Laurie held Jamie protectively and looked at her. She seemed familiar, so, so familiar.
Judith Myers. Her sister, the sister she never knew. His first victim. Laurie looked at her. Not knowing what to say.
Judith reached out and touched her. Her skin was icy cold. Laurie opened her mouth to speak and Judith kissed her before she could even think to stop her….
Her son. The vision filled her mind. Michael would kill her son, his blood relative. As sure as the sun would rise tomorrow. As sure as he had killed her.
And the baby. Jamie’s baby. She saw her now as the toddler she had last seen her as but she also saw her as the teenager that had unwillingly borne her uncle’s incestuous child. She had a grandchild, somewhere, stolen away from Michael, stolen by her surviving cousins and Tommy, the little boy she had been babysitting on that first terrible night. Her precious Jamie lived on in that child.
In that moment she understood.

*
Michael strolled purposefully away from the asylum. He felt no elation, no sense of victory. He had a task to perform and he had performed it. It was his purpose, to kill. Again and again and again.
Laurie was dead. He had performed his task. He would now return to the sacred place and wait. Wait for the next convergence of the stars. The Halloween people celebrated was merely a date, a date selected at random by the Christian usurpers when they created their facile calender. It was the stars that truly selected the time of sacrifice. He would wait until they aligned once more and then the burning strength within him would return. Then it would be time to kill once more. And one day he would find and kill his nephew. And reclaim his child from those who had stolen it away from him.
One day there would be enough sacrifices to usher in the new age. To return the glory that had once been.
He strode purposefully into the night.
He didn’t notice Laurie’s corpse as she sat up behind him.