Beautiful Nightmare

"Nymphetamine"--Cradle of Filth

I think I shined the blades of my new glove at least ten times in two days.

I couldn’t help it; the glove was brand-new; shining leather, untarnished, razor-sharp blades—what more could one ask for? Plus, it fit like…well…a glove.

…Anyway.

It was three days since my last dream, and I still hadn’t seen Freddy. I recalled that he was busy, and that he would eventually show up. I just had to be patient. Still, I was getting rather lonely all by myself…

I sat in my living room, wearing a pair of black jeans and a red-and-black-striped sweater, my new glove on my right hand and a glass of red wine in my left. The lights were off, candles were lit, and music was playing in the background (Theatres des Vampires). It was a perfect night for a date.

Only, I was dateless.

Pity that.

I set my wineglass down on the coffee table and reclined back on the couch, clinking my knives together, getting a good feel for them. I loved them. I wanted to USE them. I closed my eyes, listening to “Throne of Dark Immortal”, and drifted off.

It had to have been hardly a minute later that I felt the soft brush of fingers up my leg, and the gentle ‘clink’ of metal being brushed together. I kept my eyes closed as the fingers slid further up my leg, my hip, and my chest before they came to a stop to my neck. The warm air that smelled like death touched my face before I felt lips over my own.

I kissed back, still keeping my eyes closed, as I felt a body crawl onto the couch on top of me. I put my arm around him and pulled him closer.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, and nights passed; or was it just a few moments? Lips pulled away from mine and I opened my eyes.

“Surprised?” Freddy asked, grinning down at me. I smiled back.

“Pleasantly,” I replied. I stretched out under him, stroking the blades of my knives gently down his back. He arched slightly, letting out a hiss of pleasure between his teeth.

“I take it you like my little present.” I leaned up and kissed him.

“’Like’ would be an understatement,” I replied. “Every time I put it on, my hand ACHES for me to use it…” I pressed the tips into his back for emphasis. “I love it.”

Freddy hissed again, pressing his body closer to mine. “I thought you might…” he purred. He dragged the lip of his tongue up my chin and cheek. “…Want to break it in?”

“Do I ever!” I kissed his cheek and sat up. “Where to?”

Freddy sat on the couch, tapping the arm with his knives as he stared into space pensively. “…Ah! A little…’tart’, as you put it…with her boyfriend…I can combine their dreams...” He looked at me. “Or maybe separate them. Anyway, I’ll take the girl, and you take the boy.” I gave him a level stare. “…I wont molest her, if you want…”

I eyed him for a moment. “…Alright, you can molest her a LITTLE,” I replied. “But I’m watching you!” He rolled his eyes, but grinned and pulled me to him, letting go when we had slid into another dream but not quite letting me out of arm’s length.

“…I wont appreciate it if you let the little boy touch you too much,” he growled, his eyes flashing. “…Not a bit…”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not a slut, Freddy,” I replied. “Even if it WAS for show, I don’t like it when random men touch me.”

Freddy snorted. “Could’ve fooled me,” he replied. I jabbed my index knife into his shoulder.

“You’re an exception,” I replied, turning away from him. “…A man of my dreams.”

“You are so full of shit.”

“And you’re full of—“

“Shh!” Freddy turned to the side and grinned. “…We’re in their dream.” He turned to me, pointing to the left. “The boy’s that way. Okay, here’s a little something to help me out...” He stepped closer, pressing his index blade into my forehead between my eyes, making me cry out in pain, but feeling a flame of heat run through my body. “I’ve just given you an immunity. That means that if something happens, you wont die in this world.” He pulled his knife away, and I reached up to feel…nothing. Not even a scratch. “Just use your will to change and control the dreamscape.” He pulled me closer to her, tracing his knives down my face. “Make me proud, Princess…”

With that, he turned to the right and vanished.

I turned to where Freddy pointed to and entered the boy’s dream. He was lying in his girlfriend’s bed, still apparently asleep. I looked around and saw a full-length mirror in the girl’s room, and looked at myself. I looked good tonight…but not good enough to compare to the little bleach-blonde, fake-titted slut sleeping next to him.

…Control the dream, eh?

I stared into the mirror, willing the image to change. My short red hair lengthened to mid-back-length. I made my lips blood red and my eyes decked out in cat’s eye makeup. I made my sweater turn into a short-sleeved, low-cut, cut-off red and black-striped shirt. My black denim jeans turned into a patent-leather mini-skirt, and my ankle boots became knee-high and stiletto. Other than that, I didn’t need any other change, A-cup breasts be damned. I looked at my glove on my hand and willed it to become invisible for the moment.

Freddy had BETTER be proud, for the bullshit I was about to pull off.

I slinked over to the boy and stood next to him, and felt him ‘wake up’. He blinked a few times and saw me—or rather, my midriff. His eyes went wide as they trailed higher to my face. I gave my head a little toss to make my newer long red hair fly over my shoulder.

“…Whoa.”

I gave him a sultry little smile. “You sure know how to make a girl feel pretty,” I said coyly. I leaned down to the bed, making sure my cleavage was showing. His eyes predictably went right for my chest.

“I can do more than make you FEEL pretty,” he said, smirking. Ah. He was an asshole. It all made sense now.

“But…you have a girlfriend…” I said, giving him a little pout. The boy sat up in the bed, running a hand through his blonde hair. Yep. He definitely had two other girls on the side, other than the little trollop he had been sleeping with tonight. He had to be a football player.

“She don’t have to know,” he replied, uncaring. “She’s just a little slut who wanted to be somebody.” He stroked his finger down my arm. “Not like you…you’re too pretty to be a nobody.”

I distinctly felt a disturbance in the force that was Freddy Krueger, but I just let it slide. I knew my place here. “You’re too sweet,” I replied, cocking my head to the side coyly. I faked up enough nerve to climb up on the bed next to him, sitting up on my knees on front of him. I ran my hands up my body and through my long red hair. “Can you make me feel as good as you talk?”

Bingo, right on the mark. The horndog fell for it hook, line, sinker, and whole damn pole. He reached forward and ran his hands over my chest and hips. I should have been somewhat aroused, but his touch was empty; it was nothing. All Freddy had to do was put a finger to my skin and I was on fire.

This little he-bitch was nothing.

Still. I used my God-given woman powers of faking pleasure and made a soft sound, leaning into him. “You’re hands feel so good!” I whimpered, mentally giving myself an Academy Award for Best Bullshitter.

“Yeah, baby, you like that, don’t you?” he breathed, and I could practically smell his arousal. God, what a man-whore. Freddy liked a piece of ass, but at least he put some passion into his bedroom talk, however dirty it was.

“Yes, please…more….!” Why wasn’t my Major in college theater? The kid stuck his hands under my shirt to grope at my breasts. It was all I had not to jab my new knives into the kid right then. I shifted around until I was straddling his boxer-clad hips, and was arching with fake pleasure and hoping with all my might that Freddy was going to give me some after-date lovin’ after this to make up for the bullshit I was putting myself through.

“You really want it, don’t you?” he asked with impatient teenage arousal. I gave him a sweet smile and put my right hand softly on his chest.

“You’re so right,” I said. I clenched my fingers into his chest and my knives suddenly appeared. “I really, REALLY do.”

He looked down at my knives in shock, and in one jab, I shoved the length of the blades right inside his chest. He screamed in pain and took a hard swipe at me. I felt the FORCE of the blow…but not the blow itself. Ah. Immunity. Thank you, Freddy, for that little God Cheat Code.

I hauled my knives out of his chest, then jabbed them in again and again and again, alternating between stabbing in and slicing open flesh. Finally, after he was reduced to twitching, I used my knives to hack off his hands before standing up over him, grinning down at his very pre-mortem form.

“Thanks,” I said, putting my stiletto into the mess of his chest and digging into it with my heel. “You sure know how to show a girl a bitchin’ good time.” I pulled my heel out with a loud ‘shlick’ and wiped it on the bed sheets before hopping down and walking out of the room—and right into Freddy.

He stared at me with flashing blue eyes. “…You sure know how to bullshit your way through anything, don’t you?” he asked. I blinked and grinned.

“No,” I said. “I’m totally incapable of bullshitting when I’m with you.” Freddy grinned, showing off his sharpened teeth.

“I’m flattered, and at the same time, very unsurprised,” he replied. He pulled me to him and kissed me hard. I kissed back, pulling him closer with my bloody bladed hand. ‘I’m glad he didn’t kiss you,’ he said in my head.

‘Why not?’ I thought back. His left hand clenched into my hair.

‘Because I would have cut in…literally.’ He pulled back, licking his charred lips. “You’re mine, bitch. All. Mine.”

“No other thought passed through my head,” I replied, reaching up with my own left hand to trace his lips with my fingertips. “I know who I belong to.” Freddy growled and flicked his tongue out to lick my fingertips, making his tongue extend like a reptile’s and slide in and out of the digits.

He retracted his tongue and grinned. “And never forget it.” He suddenly shoved me against the wall and kissed me again. I kissed back and reached between us to unbuckle his belt while he hiked up my skirt. “I normally…like seeing you naked,” he said between kisses, “but forgive me…if I’m a little…” He cut off when I grabbed his cock and squeezed. “…Horny.”

“Does it LOOK like I’m complaining?” I demanded. Freddy growled and grabbed my hips to haul my body up and use his powers to keep me stuck on the wall while he positioned himself against me and shove in. I arched into him and cried out, clutching his body to mine. He grabbed a hold of my thighs and rocked hard into me, swearing up a storm. I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my ankles together to get him to go deeper.

After a few thrusts, I felt the wall tip away into nothing, and I fell back into an abyss until I felt my back hit something that bounced us gently. A look to the side told me that we were in Freddy’s boiler room, on his bed.

Freddy didn’t even miss a beat; he kept rutting hard into me and making the bed rock into the wall. “Oh…fuck…Freddy…!” I gasped. I dug my knives into his back, hearing him hiss with what I figured to be pleasure and rock harder against me. I yelped and cried out in pain when I felt his own knives slice into my thigh.

“Naughty…little…bitch…!” he panted, growling out each word in time with his thrusts. “…Killing…and fucking…and loving…every…moment…of it…!” He leaned his head down and put his mouth next to my ear. “Tell me you love it.”

“…I…I love it…!” I gasped back. I cried out in pain again when he snarled into my neck and bit it hard.

‘Say it! Mean it!’

“I LOVE IT!” I screamed. “FUCK!!! FREDDY!!!” I arched up hard and came, spasming around him. Freddy only bit harder into my neck and pounded his hips harder into mine. His knives sliced up my thigh to my side.

‘MEAN IT!’

“FUCK!!! I MEAN IT, FREDDY!!! I LOVE IT!!! I LOVE KILLING FOR YOU!!! AH!!!”—his blades dug harder into my sides, at least an inch—“I LOVE FUCKING YOU!!! I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE YOU I LOVE IT!!!”

Freddy’s blades jammed all the way into my sides and I arched up, screaming in pain and pleasure at the same time and I felt something—else. It was like an orgasm, only…harder. Deeper.

Better.

Time froze, it seemed; my body was seized up clear off the bed, and Freddy was holding my body tightly in one arm, his other still with the knives embedded in my side. His teeth were buried in my neck, and I could feel my heart pound in my chest and his cock throb inside of me. And for a moment, I had something like an out-of-body experience; I saw us in third person—and instead of us fucking on Freddy’s bed in the boiler room, I saw a Hellish abyss around us; both of us were completely naked, and Freddy didn’t really look like a burn-scarred man—he looked
like a demon.

I think I blacked out for a moment. Or an hour. A week, maybe. I don’t really know. But when I opened my eyes, I was back on my couch, with my striped sweater, my denim jeans, and my hair short again. My blades were still on my hand, and I could see that they were still stained in blood. I sat up and felt my side. Nothing. No tearing, no scarring, no nothing.

“…Freddy?” No response. Not that there should be; I was awake now. I stood up and stretched, checking the clock on the wall. It was ten in the morning. What morning, I wondered. I checked the date on my watch. It was tomorrow.

I heaved a sigh and ran a hand through my hair. I went into the bathroom to take a shower, not really taking any notice to anything. Had I been paying attention, I would’ve seen a black mark on my neck in the shape of a flame of fire.

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Freddy stood in the middle of the clearing of the boiler room, staring into
what spectators would see as nothing; to him, he saw everything through the eyes of a young adult, who was taking a shower at the moment.

Three demonic figures suddenly appeared beside him.

“You have made a bold move, Freddy,” one of them rasped. Freddy paid no heed to him.

“Sparing her life was one thing,” another spoke up in a deeper voice, “but taking her? Giving her immunity? Giving her one of YOUR victims? Madness.”

“YOU call it madness,” Freddy growled softly to himself. He stared harder through the eyes of the girl. “I call it a strategic career move. She kills for me. In my name. And kills in my name give ME power.” A smile contorted his already marred features. “…She can kill in the dream/reality world. She can kill in the waking world. And each kill will add more and more power to my well, and soon, even that fucking Hypnocil wont be able to hinder me.” His left hand clenched into a fist and his right hand splayed dangerously. “Elm Street…Springwood…is brimming with children under the age of eighteen now. Dozens, even.” His eyes faded into red.

“And since she has pledged herself to me, I can go where she goes. When Springwood is empty of children, we will move to another city with another Elm Street…and another…and another…” His eyes glowed pure red and his skin seemed to smolder even more in its burning. “…And in time…” His voice grew dark and deep, almost palpable. “…I will be able to transcend BOTH worlds…terrorize BOTH worlds…kill in BOTH WORLDS…without hindrance.” He let out a string of insane, demonic laughter.

The three demons looked at each other silently.

“You have proven most worthy of our gift,” the third demon stated. “You are indeed worthy of being made a demon. Most rare, most rare…”

“Tell me something I DON’T know,” Freddy replied, grinning. The first demon cackled.

“Alright,” it said, as though taking a challenge. “If the girl dies, YOU die.”

All three of the demons laughed manically at the look on Freddy’s face as they vanished into a vortex.

Freddy stared after them, the high from his plans vanishing from this new revelation. He was dead silent for a moment, then he went back to seeing through the girl’s eyes; she was currently looking in the mirror at the mark on her neck, fingering it with an almost loving expression on her face.

Growling softly, he turned from the scene and stalked into the bowels of his domain.

“Well,” he muttered dryly to himself. “Shit.”