Author's Note: So before we started, I just want to say that I appreciate the kind words from the readers who posted on the comments section. The reason why I've decided to rewrite the story is because I felt a little uncomfortable about certain elements in the original story (i.e. domestic violence, child abuse, etc.) and I didn't like the direction that it was it was heading to. Plus, I felt that there were way too many side-characters with a lot of unnecessary backstories. This new and improved version of the story will focus more on the relationship between Michael Myers and his daughter (now renamed to Angela Thomas). I'll also make sure that Michael will be in same spirit of how John Carpenter envisioned him. I want to make Myers terrifying, but with just enough humanization to make you really question his intentions. Think Francis Dolarhyde from NBC's Hannibal ;)

Anyhow, I don't own any of the characters or locations of the film series, only the OCs.

Halloween: Bloodline

Chapter 1: October 23rd, 1987

Throughout her life, young Angela Thomas grew up without even knowing who her father was. Her mother, Deborah, never kept any pictures of him and would often change the subject whenever she was asked about him. She knew it was best not to talk to her mother about him, it was painfully obvious from the look of her face that it brought up bad memories. So at a very young age, Angela learned to accept that her father might as well be as good as dead. But that didn't stop her from imagining how he looked: since her mother is blonde and blue-eyed, she would often envision a man with jet black hair and dark piercing eyes, just like hers. In her mind's eye, she would see him smile warmly at her with arms open wide as she runs into his strong embrace. But alas, she knew this vision was merely fantasy. She didn't discover the truth about her father until one fateful afternoon in late October of 1987.

Angela walked home from school that day. She took note that it was rather unusual that her mother didn't pick her up from school, but since her house was a no more than a couple miles away from her house so the walk wasn't that bad. Plus, she also knew where her mother kept the spare key to the house in case of situations like these.

As she made her way to home, she passed by the playground that was a couple blocks away from her house. Even though she didn't want to admit it, she often liked to watch other children play from a safe distance, often hiding behind a nearby tree for fear of being caught. In a weird way, Angela imagined that she was a scientist observing some kind of alien species. It also fascinated her to see how other children laughing and frolicking about without a care in the world, it was almost comical to her but something caught her eye this time around. She spotted a little girl, no more than 5 or 6 years old, walking hand in hand with her dad. It was the look in the father's eyes that stood out to Angela. She can see that the man was completely devoted to his daughter, she could even feel it too. Her heartstrings began to pull and, for a moment, Angela had to force herself from crying when she felt moist tears welling up in her eyes. She always yearned to look into her father's eyes.

After pulling herself back together, Angela headed straight to her home down Carpenter Avenue. While she was slowly sauntering through her neighborhood, the young girl took a few moments to appreciate the autumn ambiance: the golden-brown oak leaves falling to ground, the sound of chirping birds, the soft caress of the wind... Fall was in the air indeed. Little did she know that this brief moment of serenity was the calm before the torrential storm that was headed her way.

As she opened the door, Angela gasped in shock as she found her mother sprawled across the living floor. Her heart sank into her stomach when she observed a pool of dark liquid forming next to her mother's body. With eyes burning with tears, Angela let out a piercing shriek as she screamed out,

"Mom!"

It was then only then that Angela noticed her mother's seemingly lifeless body shift about in response to her ear-piercing scream. Angela cautiously made her way past the foyer for closer inspection. As it turns out, the dark red pool originated from a now empty bottle of wine... Her mom was drinking. This struck her odd especially since she knew her mother was never the type to drink excessively.

Like a zombie, Deborah slowly rose from ground and propped herself up against a nearby coffee table, cradling her forehead on one of her palms as she started sob.

"I'm so... So sorry you had to see me like this," Deborah slurred out to her concerned daughter, "b-but I didn't know how to react... I just - I just want to forget about what he did to me."

"Who?" Angela asked, with pleading eyes.

"Your... father," Deborah managed to answer before breaking down into a fit of hysterical crying. In between her sobbing and incomprehensible muttering, Angela could make out her mother saying something in the lines of 'b-but if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have you.' It seemed like she was saying that more to herself than her daughter.

After few minutes of inconsolable sobbing, Deborah turned to her daughter and offered weak smile in an attempt to assured that everything was going to be fine. Deborah reached for her purse, which was set on top of the coffee and pull out a crumpled newspaper. As she gave Angela the article, she told her daughter in soft voice,

"Don't worry sweetie, everything's going to be okay. He's gone... The evil is gone."

Angela opened the paper, and saw the front page article: Doctors pronounce serial killer, Michael Myers, Brain Dead.