Stu's house was cold and eerily quiet, Blair walked through the front door her eyes darting to where Billy Loomis's body once laid. Only blood remained now, she could still hear the haunting screams of Jamie Lee Curtis from the tv in the living room. She heard movement in the kitchen which drew her to it, coming to a slow stop in the doorway she spotted him. Her body involuntarily freezing up. Her heart rapidly racing, the palms of her hands becoming sweaty, a chill running down her spine
"Hey, Blair" Billy turned to face her with a wicked smile as he stood leant against the counter, his white tshirt bloody and torn, his face still stained with blood and sweat. His eyes were still cold and empty but he was staring at her with amusement "B-Billy?" She stuttered out her body moving towards him even if she wanted to run the opposite way "so, you've got a husband, few kids, a niece, a successful career. But what happens when all that goes away?" He asked her tauntingly as he strolled towards her casually, she furrowed her brows in confusion as she looked up at him "what are you talking about?" She asked with hatred in her tone, Billy shrugged his eyes darting around the kitchen like he knew something she didn't and was contemplating telling her "it's just..." he looked at her standing a foot away his facial features softening same with his tone "how many time do you think you can survive, Blair?"
Tears pooled her eyes as she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, was this a warning? Like he was telling her what was going to happen if she went up against this asshole again? Fucking hell, what does one even respond to that? She shook her head sucking in her tears refusing to let him see her cry "as many as it fucking takes, are you still salty that this is how you died? Billy it's been years" she responded with a fake laugh trying not to let his words get to her
He just looked at her, not laughing, nor did he looked annoyed with her. He just looked like he wanted her to believe his words "Blair, this isn't about me. I died years ago, why do you think you're seeing me and this house now?" He questioned her taking her hand, her amusement falling as she looked between his hand and his eyes "because I'm having a midlife crisis?"
He sighed before leading her into the hallway of Stu's house, he gestured to where she once laid fighting for her own life "you were supposed to die there, in this house. And a part of you knows that and believes that. You love our daughter and your kids but you don't believe you're gonna make it through this fight" something snapped in her as she tore her hand away from his "you're wrong"
Billy turned to face her "am I? Because that wasn't very convincing"
Blair ran a hand through her hair stressfully "you're just trying to fuck with my head, this is what you do - did. I'm not dying, I can't. I'm not gonna leave my children and those kids without someone to take care of them and look out for them, I'm not like you-"
