2 years later...

Salem wasn't so bad, i wish the night scene was a little livelier, but what can i really ask for from a town that worships creatures of the night? Too bad Danny wasn't here to enjoy it.

I scanned the cobblestone street, like i did everynight, hoping to see that familiar mask. Even after all this time, somehow i couldn't give it up. I couldn't give up the hope that maybe Danny would come back, and he would sweep me off my feet just like he did the first night. I brought the lit cigarette to my lips, and took a long, thoughtful draw.

What even happened to him? He just...disappeared. He ran into that darkness and was never seen again. I hate it. I need to see him again.

He must really have been my soulmate, for me to never get over him.

I puffed out the cigarette smoke and tapped the end of the lit stick into my ash tray, effectively putting it out. I stood up from the creaky chair and went inside my house. The same one Danny had bought. I couldn't bring myself to leave this place. I walked into my bedroom and plopped myself down on the bed, and sighed, closing my eyes and letting myself just fall backwards.

Damn, I'm tired.

I let the spinning nicotine high in my head whirl away any depression and heartache that i carried heavily these past 2 years. Nothing could be worse than this haze I'm living through, and I let the weight of sleep drag me down into the dark abyss for a speck of relief.

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I was jerked awake by the sensation of alarm.

My heart raced in my chest, and my throat was dry. I felt vulnerable, and i immediately began mentally searching for my weapons. They were in my closet across the room from me, under the pile of clothes to hide them. I wouldn't be able to get to them in time.

Why do i feel the need to grab a knife?

My question was answered by the tiniest creak of the floor, the sound so light it was almost covered by my heart pounding. I heard the softest breath behind me, and felt a light touch move my hair back from my face. Was someone trying to get a good look at me? I almost shuddered as the mysterious hand ran itself through my hair.

"Finally. God, I missed you." He murmured, relief washing through his voice, but it sent a sobering jolt through my entire body, and i sat upright suddenly, i had to see if i was dreaming.

I almost headbutted the white mask of Ghostface. He jumped back, almost falling straight back on his ass. I stared wordlessly at him, my mouth gaping open like a fish.

"...Danny?" I whimpered, breathless.

He took off the mask, and Daniel smiled sweetly at me.

"Sorry i took so long, dollface." He tilted his head at me in the way that he used to that sent my heart thumping wildly. My lip quivered as he spoke. I reached out to grab him, i had to check. I had to see if he was some sort of illusion. My fingers were met by the feel of his jacket, the soft cloth straps having been replaced by leather ones, the worn fabric of his previous jacket was now a much darker black, and the material felt much more suede.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" He asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he removed his leather gloves and carressed my cheek lightly with his hand.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to come and see you sooner, but it was too danger-" he was cut off by my lurching forward to grasp him in a tight embrace.

It's really him.

"Darling?" He asked, stroking my hair and wrapping an arm around my waist.

"I thought you were dead." I cried, gasping softly to prevent full-blown sobbing.

"No, darling...I had to hide. The police in our old town saw my face, it didn't help that they managed to shoot a hole in my leg...I was almost caught, but i managed to get to my old house, where i hid out for a while." He pressed his cheek against the top of my head and snaked his arms around my shoulders, and just held me for a while. I sighed wearily in his arms, i longed for this warm embrace.

"But...2 years?" I asked, and looked up at him, he groaned and looked away from me.

"I had to wait until the manhunt was over...im sorry. Please don't be mad. I wanted to get out here sooner..." he petted my hair smooth, his heart beat rapidly in his chest against my ear. Almost like he'd been running an emotional marathon.

"I got your note, by the way. No one's moved into your old house yet." I jumped, i had forgotten about that note, after all this time. I looked up at him, expecting to see some amused expression, but he just looked sad. Sentimental.

"So, no one's found my parting gift in the backyard yet, have they?" I asked.

"What parting gift?" He looked down at me, petting hair back behind my ears.

"My father's body in my garden." I said plainly, leaning into the gentle touch. He chuckled softly, and shook his head.

"Didn't handle my depature well, did you?" He asked, teasing.

"Honestly, i didn't. I still almost don't believe you're real." I grabbed his wrists, holding onto them out of fear that he'd vanish into thin air.

"I'm real, dollface. I guess I'll just have to prove it to you." He leaned in and kissed my chin softly, leading a trail down to my shoulder. I gasped at the feeling, and melted at his touch. He grabbed my hip and brought it into his. He groaned lightly as our clothes met. I pulled his head up and met his mouth with my own, his low growl echoed between us as he pushed me back toward my bed, and pinned me down.

He yanked at the straps on his jacket until the whole thing gave way and he was able to slide it off, exposing his plain black tank top underneath. He looked more muscular than before, less lean. He actually seemed more imposing than before. It made my heart race. He slipped his hands underneath my shirt, and pulled the thin fabric off over my head. He wasted no time in leaving a trail of kisses and bite marks from my collarbone leading down to my hips. He slipped off my shorts and underwear in one solid motion, and gently slid his fingers into my warm, wet opening. I let out a low moan, and trembled in his hand. He kissed and bit the skin on the insides of my thighs, leaving little marks all over the sensitive skin. He ran his thumb over my clit, sending my hips to involuntarily buck against him. He grabbed at my thigh and held my leg down into the bed, forcing me to stay still while he wringled through me with mind-numbing pleasure. He withdrew his fingers after he felt my insides starting to clamp down on him, the thick liquid connecting the digits together. He licked and sucked his fingers clean, making eye contact with me. I moaned at the sight softly, he was somehow even more attractive than when we first met.

"I have waited so long for this, darling." He sighed, standing up to remove the buckle on his belt, the high-pitched metallic clinking being the most dominating sound in the room. He unzipped his black jeans and slid them down along with his boxers, revealing his already-hard cock. I shuddered as he pressed the tip into my clit and began rubbing little circles into the sensitive bud. I let out lewd little noises as he moved to slip his cock inside me with a gentle motion, letting out a loud moan as he thrusted slowly.

If this is a dream, please don't wake me up now. I thought as he plunged his cock in and out of me, causing explosions of pleasure through my body. He leaned down over me and kissed my neck, pressing his lips against the artery in my throat. I shuddered under him, grabbing at his shoulder and waist. I didnt want him to get off me.

He picked up the pace, thrusting right against my favorite spot, threatening to cause a premature orgasm. I cried out as he rubbed the tip of his cock against that spot, and he gasped in my ear,

"I'm not gonna last much longer darling, I've waited for your touch for so long. I won't be able to hold on.." he growled, clutching my hair in one hand. I dug my nails into his shoulder, the pleasure building deep inside at an alarming rate, i was going to cum soon.

"I..Danny..!" I gasped, trembling as he kept his pace through the hardest orgasm I've had in a long time. His hips stuttered and he pushed his cock deep inside, twitching as he came with me.

"God.." he sighed, grabbing my thigh as he gasped for air.

"Danny..." i grabbed his waist and pulled him down to meet my lips. He hummed contentedly, twisting his tongue lovingly with mine. He pulled away from me, and positioned himself to lay next to me in bed.

"Darling...where's our baby? I want to meet them." Danny rubbed my cheek.

Oh no. It was time for this conversation..

I sat up, and grabbed a towel from my laundry basket to clean up the mess. He eyed me suspiciously and watched my every move.

"Darling..?" He asked, his hand ghosted over the skin of my leg.

"I...I gave her up for adoption. She has a loving family that's providing for her." I sighed, and put my face in my hand.

"I just couldn't do it. She looks so much like you, and i was so scared of kids. Of being a mother. I couldn't do it without you. Can you ever forgive me?" I asked, looking at his stoic expression. He took a deep breath and leaned up to pull my head into his shoulder.

"I understand, love. Don't worry, I'm here now." He said, petting my hair affectionately.

"Her and her family moved not too long ago and I lost track about 6 months ago, i have no idea where her family is. I worry about her." I leaned into his gentle embrace.

"So you know what we're going to do then, darling?" He asked, pulling my chin up to look at him.

"What?" I asked as a manic glint sparkled back at me in his bright blue eyes.

"Find her."