Beautiful Nightmare
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M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
6,412
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I dont own Freddy Krueger or Nightmare on Elm Street, and I dont own the songs depicted in the chapters, nor am I making money off of this story.
The Devil's Rejects
"The Devil’s Rejects"--Rob Zombie
I think I broke a few ribs from not laughing at the expression on Freddy’s face. I neatly hung his fedora on a sharp bar on the headboard and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You didn’t think I’d be satisfied being your little toy, did you?” I asked softly, tracing his lips with my blades. “…You can see into my psyche…you would think that you would have seen that I have something none of those other little bastards had…not even sweet little Nancy…” I smiled. “You didn’t know, did you?”
“Know what?” Freddy demanded, struggling against his shackles.
“That I’m just like you,” I replied. I thought for a moment. “…’Cept I’m a girl. But other than that, we’re just the same.”
“That’s a load of shit,” Freddy growled. “You had never killed a soul before we met. You didn’t have the life I had. Fuck, you never even thought things like this even existed before I met you!”
“And HOW did you meet me, Freddy?” I asked. “You thought I was a child. You said it yourself—I feel like a child. I look like a child. I even SMELL like one. And what did that tell you?” Freddy was silent. “’For a wise man sees and hears as little children do’. THAT’S why. I am wise to the ways of the nightmare. Little children are so susceptible to the effects of magic and dreams, both of which you rein supreme over in this world. And lucky for me, I never really grew up. And THAT makes me a Dark Dream Master.”
Freddy stared at me. “…Are you telling me that you’re psychologically advanced in the field of lucid dreaming because you’re immature?”
“…Yeah, pretty much. Funny, huh?”
“Oh, fuck you.”
“Maybe later, if you’re a good boy.” I stood up, stretching. “But for now, I want to have some fun.” I leaned down and stuck my index blade under the collar of his shirt, then slowly slid it down, ripping through his sweater. Burn-scarred flesh stared back at me, and I pressed my left hand to it, stroking down. “…Call me insane…but I love the feel of your skin…”
“Alright I will. You ARE insane,” Freddy replied.
“Shush.” Freddy opened up his mouth, more than likely to cuss me out, but nothing came out. “See? Master.” I stroked my hand up and down his chest. “Better than Kristen or Alice…”
Freddy’s expression turned to that of confused shock. “…How…do you know about…?”
I tapped my temple with the tip of my index blade. “In here,” I said, “not only are you in my mind, but I’m in YOUR mind, too. I know about them. And I’m BETTER than they are. And you knew it, didn’t you?” Freddy glared at me indignantly. “Thought so. I’m not as stupid as you thought I was.”
“No kidding,” he muttered.
“So you admit it. Talk about digging your own grave. How to punish you?”
“What?”
“You heard me.” I thought for a moment, then grinned. “…Now I lay me down to sleep, the Master of Dreams, my soul I’ll keep…”
“SHUT UP!!!”
“…In the reflection of my mind’s eye…” I held up my left hand and summoned up an ornate silver mirror.”
“SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!”
“Evil will see itself…” I moved the mirror toward him.
“THEY’RE ALL THAT’S KEEPING ME AROUND!!!”
“…Hurts, doesn’t it?” I said, putting the mirror down. “You thought that Alice was the last person who knew the spell to free the souls.” I again tapped my temple. “But I know it too.”
Freddy, was close to hyperventilating by this point. “…You…wouldn’t…dare…!” he growled.
“Not if you play your cards right,” I replied, crossing my arms. “You’ve been riding on your high horse for too long, Freddy. You need to relearn the meaning of the word ‘humble’.”
Freddy let out snort. “Why would I need to?” he asked. “I have no reason to be.”
“Uh, how about the fact that your soul belongs to Leader, Deep, and Raspy?” I replied. “How about the fact that without me, you’re stuck in Springwood, should all the children die out? How about the fact that you’re DEAD, Freddy? How’s THAT for humble?”
If looks could kill, I’d be more than dead; I’d be dead AND buried. I traced the tip of my index blade on his chest. “But never fear, that’s why I’m here!” I leaned down and kissed his cheek, pressing my body to his own and wrapping my arms around his body. “…The Demons want to ‘put you in your place’…I don’t think you’d like what they had in store…so I’m here to give you a second option.”
“Some fucking option,” he growled. “I’m stuck here—STUCK HERE!!!—where my own powers don’t work and I’m at the mercy of the crazy bitch I let live.”
“Mmm…irony sucks, doesn’t it?” I pecked his lips. “But you know what? You don’t have to actually loathe my little lesson in humility.” I pulled back and stroked my right hand down his chest from collarbone to navel, then picked up the mirror again, noting Freddy’s tension. “Shh…relax…” I held up the mirror, the back to him. “One…two…here’s looking at you…” I turned the mirror around to let him see his reflection.
He looked into it and froze.
“…What in the…?”
He wasn’t burned or demonic. He looked human again. Smooth, unburned skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes. And even though he had been in his late thirties when he died, he now looked just off of twenty-nine or so; I had hacked ten years off of his dying age.
“You look handsome,” I said. I set the mirror down and kissed him again, feeling the physical difference in his skin. I pressed my hands to his chest again, and felt his skin twitch under them. After a moment, Freddy kissed back. I pulled away and put his fedora back on his head. “Tell me, Freddy…which form do you prefer?”
“What?”
“Do you prefer looking like a demon, or looking like a human?” I asked.
“Does it matter?”
“No, I just wondered.”
Silence.
“…Human,” he finally said. I lifted my eyes to his and smiled, then leaned forward and kissed him again. With a flick of my blades, the shackles vanished, and I suddenly found myself on my back with Freddy pinning me down.
“…You bitch,” he snarled, his blades flashing in front of my face. “How DARE you…how DARE you bind me up in my own domain!?” I remained silent. “…You must have a death wish.” I shrugged a little, then nodded. He made a growling sound, and his blade trailed to my jugular vein. “…Tell me your death wish.”
I looked up at him, seeing his eyes flash that inhuman shade of blue, then
grabbed him by the split sweater collar.
“Good morning, Freddy.”
The next thing I knew, I was in my own bed with a humanized Freddy still on top of me. He blinked, then shot back, flunking on the end of my bed. “What the fuck…!?” he stammered, looking around. He looked at his left hand and saw no scars, and saw the same for his bare chest. “…What have you done…?”
I sat up and bushed my hair out of my face. “I brought you to MY world,” I said. “My OTHER world.” I crawled up to him. “I get lonely here…never knowing where you are, or when I’ll get to see you.”
“So what?” Freddy demanded, splaying his knives. “You don’t OWN me, bitch! I don’t HAVE to let you know where I am! I don’t GIVE a shit if you get lonely!” I scowled at him, then pounced, pinning him down with my blades dangerously close to his crotch; JUST to make sure I had his undivided attention.
“…Here’s the deal, my friend,” I said stiffly. “I’m alone in this world. I want someone here. THIS is your real punishment, courtesy of the Demons.” I leaned closer to him. “You stay here for as long as I want. And don’t even think of killing me; it’s by my will and my will only that you go back. You don’t even have the option of killing yourself. You go right back to Hell, and lose every soul you ever collected.” I paused, taking the blades away from his person.
“…You can still kill, you know,” I murmured. “The rules still apply; every child’s soul goes to you, here, or there. Until then…ease my loneliness.” I pressed my left hand to his chest, over his heart. “…Please.”
Freddy was dead silent for a few moments, then he shoved me off of him and stalked over to the window to stare out at the darkness with an exasperated hand to his head. “…I could just kill you right now,” he growled softly. “…I could fucking kill you.” He kept staring out at Elm Street.
“I know.”
“…I hate you right now.”
“I know.”
“…Fuck,” Freddy cursed. “…I’m hungry. I cant believe that I’m fucking hungry…!” I stood up off the bed and walked to my door.
“…I’ll get you something to eat,” I said softly. “You like lasagna, right?”
“STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY MIND!!!” Freddy screeched, hurling his fedora at me. I dodged it and ran out of my room, leaving him behind. After a moment, the door opened. “…Lasagna. Yeah.” He shut it again.
“Right.”
Lasagna it was.
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Freddy managed to come down into the kitchen for a 3-AM dinner. He was dead quiet while he ate (in just his pants and hat; he had scrapped his split sweater), and I sat across from him, watching him eat. He seemed to fumble the first few bites, like he had forgotten how to eat like a normal human…oh, right.
He finally finished up and pushed the plate away, staring at me. “Got any booze?” he asked. I got up and retrieved two Samuel Adams from the fridge.
“Here, Oktoberfest,” I said, popping the cap off of mine. “Cheers.” I tipped up the bottle and took a swig. Freddy followed suit and blinked.
“…Not bad,” he said. He leaned back in his chair and sipped the beer. “…
I’ve been dead for FAR too long…”
“No shit,” I replied. “You completely missed out on Red Bull.”
“Red what?”
I fished out some Red Bull and slid one over to him. “Red Bull.” Freddy popped the tab and sipped.
“…Not my taste,” he commented. I took the can back and finished it off.
“Something we differ in, at last,” I muttered, crushing the can. I stood up and took his plate to the sink. “…I’m getting tired now, Freddy,” I said. I stretched and turned back to the stairs. “...G’night,” I said softly. I walked up to my room and shut the door, then undressed and put on my white nightgown and got into bed. I was prepared for some real sleep tonight.
I was just drifting off to sleep when I felt Freddy get into bed next to me and reach around to grope at my breasts. “I’m not exactly ready to go to sleep,” he growled into my ear. “If you want to go ahead and go to sleep, then be my guest.” He turned me over on my back and kissed up my chest. “…You even wore my favorite outfit…” He unlaced the top and pulled it apart.
“Whatever, Freddy,” I sighed. I just laid back and let him fondle my body, too tired to do anything about it. Talk about a one-track mind, jeeze… I broke out of my annoyed thoughts when he began sucking on my breasts, running his tongue over them and squeezing the adjacent one in turns. I arched up and reached up to hold his head, noticing that his blonde hair was actually kind of soft. He licked between my breasts and lifted his head, his blue eyes practically glowing.
“Changing your tune, Princess?” he drawled. I rolled my eyes and carded my fingers through his hair.
“You could say that,” I replied. “You gonna continue?” Freddy snorted and pulled my nightgown up my thighs, then paused for a moment before taking off his glove (which I thought before now was permanently attached to his right hand) and set it on my bedside table before running both hands up my hips and thighs. I sighed and reclined back on my pillows to enjoy myself.
Freddy sat up on his knees and unbuckled his belt, then threw it to the floor before taking off his pants and also dropping them with the belt, then he parted my legs and crawled between them. “…This feels different in reality,” he commented. I was definitely inclined to agree. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.
“I know,” I replied. “No immunity here.” I scraped my nails down his back. “…I’d imagine you’d have even more scars on your back…”
“Mmm…scars I would not mind having,” Freddy practically purred back. He reached between us to pull at my panties and tear them right off.
“…That’s like the third pair you’ve ruined so far,” I muttered. Freddy tossed them to the floor.
“You never complained before,” Freddy said, “so don’t start now. Besides…” He suddenly thrust in, and I bit my lip hard in surprise, drawing blood. “…You know you love it.” He licked at my bloody lip and began fucking me. I kept my arms tightly around his neck, feeling that real sex was much more intense than dream sex, especially since the dream-induced immortality cheat code didn’t apply here. I think Freddy could say the same, since he was fucking me in a way I felt was different than the sex in the dream world; like he was experiencing it for the first time in a LONG time.
….Ironic, really, since he seemed to be a gore-fetish nympho with PLENTY of experience derived from years of molesting and raping girls who fell asleep. But I digress.
I kissed him and buried my nails into his shoulders, eliciting a hiss from him. Hissing generally meant pleasure from him, so I dug them in deeper and dragged them across his shoulder blades. Freddy’s hips bucked hard into mine and his teeth dug into the mark he made on my neck. I yelped in pain, tearing my nails into his skin and feeling moist blood on my fingertips.
Freddy came before I did this time; he let out a groan before pulling out and replacing his cock with his fingers. He kissed and liked at my neck and chest as he thrusted his fingers hard into me, making me arch and draw even more blood with my fingernails. I finally clenched around his fingers, calling his name as I came then falling back on my pillows, my fingernails dislodged from his shoulders.
Freddy rolled his shoulders a little, making a soft sound at the pleasurable stinging pain he was feeling, then grabbed my hand and began licking his blood off of my fingers. “I’m pretty sure even these will be visible through my burns,” he growled, grinning at me. I could see a drop of his blood still on his lips, and I leaned up to lick it off.
It didn’t taste like…normal blood. For one, his blood was very warm, not cold like it should have been and it also tasted more bitter than metallic. Demon’s blood, I thought. That’s what Freddy had. I leaned back on my pillows and felt Freddy do the same, not caring that his blood was getting on my sheets, which were black, so it wouldn’t really show anyway. He pulled up my black comforter and laid it over us before turning on his back to look up at the ceiling.
“…Haven’t done that in so long,” he muttered, mostly to himself.
“What, had sex in the real world?”
“No, had sex completely naked,” he replied. I snorted and smacked his shoulder before reaching over to put his glove in the bedside drawer next to mine.
“Why don’t you try going to sleep in the real world?” I asked. Freddy flicked me in the head.
“Why don’t you try not being a smart-ass?” he retorted.
“Why don’t you try acting your age and not your hat size?”
“…Touché, bitch,” Freddy replied. He closed his eyes. “…I wonder if I can access dreams without your help…”
“Not likely,” I said, rolling over to my side, by back to him. “I actually feel like getting REAL sleep with surreal, non-demon-related dreams tonight. I suggest you do the same.”
“Bitch,” Freddy grumbled back. I rolled my eyes at his trademark insult and snuggled into my pillow. Let him figure out how to dream again.
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Freddy was still awake when Angelia had drifted off. He had even tried being in contact with her to see if he could go back into the dream world as she slept, but no dice. He WAS tired; exhausted, in fact, but he still couldn’t seem to just…go to sleep.
…God, if he wasn’t dead by irony poisoning by tomorrow, then he’d be surprised.
Finally, around sunrise, he finally closed his eyes and felt darkness overcome him.
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“DADDY!!!”
“NO!!! I WONT LET YOU TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME, YOU SONS OF BITCHES!!! GET OFF OF ME!!! NO!!! GIVE HER BACK!!!”
“DADDY!!! I DON’T WANT TO GO!!! DADDY!!!”
“KATHERINE!!!”
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“FREDDY!!!”
Freddy shot up in bed, his hand over his heart. He was dripping with sweat and he was almost hyperventilating. He felt Angelia put a hand on his shoulder. “…Freddy…what’s wrong?”
Freddy didn’t answer her. Instead, he got up and went straight into the adjacent bathroom and closed the door before looking in the mirror. …Still human-looking. Except for his eyes; they had once been a greenish-hazel, but they were still that inhuman shade of blue that he gained when he became a Dream Demon. Regardless, Freddy put a hand to his face and shuddered.
“…A nightmare,” he muttered to himself. “…What the fuck am I doing, having a nightmare?!” Without answering himself, he turned on the sink faucet and put cold water on his skin, swearing he heard a hiss from the contact.
This was NOT happening again.
I think I broke a few ribs from not laughing at the expression on Freddy’s face. I neatly hung his fedora on a sharp bar on the headboard and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You didn’t think I’d be satisfied being your little toy, did you?” I asked softly, tracing his lips with my blades. “…You can see into my psyche…you would think that you would have seen that I have something none of those other little bastards had…not even sweet little Nancy…” I smiled. “You didn’t know, did you?”
“Know what?” Freddy demanded, struggling against his shackles.
“That I’m just like you,” I replied. I thought for a moment. “…’Cept I’m a girl. But other than that, we’re just the same.”
“That’s a load of shit,” Freddy growled. “You had never killed a soul before we met. You didn’t have the life I had. Fuck, you never even thought things like this even existed before I met you!”
“And HOW did you meet me, Freddy?” I asked. “You thought I was a child. You said it yourself—I feel like a child. I look like a child. I even SMELL like one. And what did that tell you?” Freddy was silent. “’For a wise man sees and hears as little children do’. THAT’S why. I am wise to the ways of the nightmare. Little children are so susceptible to the effects of magic and dreams, both of which you rein supreme over in this world. And lucky for me, I never really grew up. And THAT makes me a Dark Dream Master.”
Freddy stared at me. “…Are you telling me that you’re psychologically advanced in the field of lucid dreaming because you’re immature?”
“…Yeah, pretty much. Funny, huh?”
“Oh, fuck you.”
“Maybe later, if you’re a good boy.” I stood up, stretching. “But for now, I want to have some fun.” I leaned down and stuck my index blade under the collar of his shirt, then slowly slid it down, ripping through his sweater. Burn-scarred flesh stared back at me, and I pressed my left hand to it, stroking down. “…Call me insane…but I love the feel of your skin…”
“Alright I will. You ARE insane,” Freddy replied.
“Shush.” Freddy opened up his mouth, more than likely to cuss me out, but nothing came out. “See? Master.” I stroked my hand up and down his chest. “Better than Kristen or Alice…”
Freddy’s expression turned to that of confused shock. “…How…do you know about…?”
I tapped my temple with the tip of my index blade. “In here,” I said, “not only are you in my mind, but I’m in YOUR mind, too. I know about them. And I’m BETTER than they are. And you knew it, didn’t you?” Freddy glared at me indignantly. “Thought so. I’m not as stupid as you thought I was.”
“No kidding,” he muttered.
“So you admit it. Talk about digging your own grave. How to punish you?”
“What?”
“You heard me.” I thought for a moment, then grinned. “…Now I lay me down to sleep, the Master of Dreams, my soul I’ll keep…”
“SHUT UP!!!”
“…In the reflection of my mind’s eye…” I held up my left hand and summoned up an ornate silver mirror.”
“SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!”
“Evil will see itself…” I moved the mirror toward him.
“THEY’RE ALL THAT’S KEEPING ME AROUND!!!”
“…Hurts, doesn’t it?” I said, putting the mirror down. “You thought that Alice was the last person who knew the spell to free the souls.” I again tapped my temple. “But I know it too.”
Freddy, was close to hyperventilating by this point. “…You…wouldn’t…dare…!” he growled.
“Not if you play your cards right,” I replied, crossing my arms. “You’ve been riding on your high horse for too long, Freddy. You need to relearn the meaning of the word ‘humble’.”
Freddy let out snort. “Why would I need to?” he asked. “I have no reason to be.”
“Uh, how about the fact that your soul belongs to Leader, Deep, and Raspy?” I replied. “How about the fact that without me, you’re stuck in Springwood, should all the children die out? How about the fact that you’re DEAD, Freddy? How’s THAT for humble?”
If looks could kill, I’d be more than dead; I’d be dead AND buried. I traced the tip of my index blade on his chest. “But never fear, that’s why I’m here!” I leaned down and kissed his cheek, pressing my body to his own and wrapping my arms around his body. “…The Demons want to ‘put you in your place’…I don’t think you’d like what they had in store…so I’m here to give you a second option.”
“Some fucking option,” he growled. “I’m stuck here—STUCK HERE!!!—where my own powers don’t work and I’m at the mercy of the crazy bitch I let live.”
“Mmm…irony sucks, doesn’t it?” I pecked his lips. “But you know what? You don’t have to actually loathe my little lesson in humility.” I pulled back and stroked my right hand down his chest from collarbone to navel, then picked up the mirror again, noting Freddy’s tension. “Shh…relax…” I held up the mirror, the back to him. “One…two…here’s looking at you…” I turned the mirror around to let him see his reflection.
He looked into it and froze.
“…What in the…?”
He wasn’t burned or demonic. He looked human again. Smooth, unburned skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes. And even though he had been in his late thirties when he died, he now looked just off of twenty-nine or so; I had hacked ten years off of his dying age.
“You look handsome,” I said. I set the mirror down and kissed him again, feeling the physical difference in his skin. I pressed my hands to his chest again, and felt his skin twitch under them. After a moment, Freddy kissed back. I pulled away and put his fedora back on his head. “Tell me, Freddy…which form do you prefer?”
“What?”
“Do you prefer looking like a demon, or looking like a human?” I asked.
“Does it matter?”
“No, I just wondered.”
Silence.
“…Human,” he finally said. I lifted my eyes to his and smiled, then leaned forward and kissed him again. With a flick of my blades, the shackles vanished, and I suddenly found myself on my back with Freddy pinning me down.
“…You bitch,” he snarled, his blades flashing in front of my face. “How DARE you…how DARE you bind me up in my own domain!?” I remained silent. “…You must have a death wish.” I shrugged a little, then nodded. He made a growling sound, and his blade trailed to my jugular vein. “…Tell me your death wish.”
I looked up at him, seeing his eyes flash that inhuman shade of blue, then
grabbed him by the split sweater collar.
“Good morning, Freddy.”
The next thing I knew, I was in my own bed with a humanized Freddy still on top of me. He blinked, then shot back, flunking on the end of my bed. “What the fuck…!?” he stammered, looking around. He looked at his left hand and saw no scars, and saw the same for his bare chest. “…What have you done…?”
I sat up and bushed my hair out of my face. “I brought you to MY world,” I said. “My OTHER world.” I crawled up to him. “I get lonely here…never knowing where you are, or when I’ll get to see you.”
“So what?” Freddy demanded, splaying his knives. “You don’t OWN me, bitch! I don’t HAVE to let you know where I am! I don’t GIVE a shit if you get lonely!” I scowled at him, then pounced, pinning him down with my blades dangerously close to his crotch; JUST to make sure I had his undivided attention.
“…Here’s the deal, my friend,” I said stiffly. “I’m alone in this world. I want someone here. THIS is your real punishment, courtesy of the Demons.” I leaned closer to him. “You stay here for as long as I want. And don’t even think of killing me; it’s by my will and my will only that you go back. You don’t even have the option of killing yourself. You go right back to Hell, and lose every soul you ever collected.” I paused, taking the blades away from his person.
“…You can still kill, you know,” I murmured. “The rules still apply; every child’s soul goes to you, here, or there. Until then…ease my loneliness.” I pressed my left hand to his chest, over his heart. “…Please.”
Freddy was dead silent for a few moments, then he shoved me off of him and stalked over to the window to stare out at the darkness with an exasperated hand to his head. “…I could just kill you right now,” he growled softly. “…I could fucking kill you.” He kept staring out at Elm Street.
“I know.”
“…I hate you right now.”
“I know.”
“…Fuck,” Freddy cursed. “…I’m hungry. I cant believe that I’m fucking hungry…!” I stood up off the bed and walked to my door.
“…I’ll get you something to eat,” I said softly. “You like lasagna, right?”
“STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY MIND!!!” Freddy screeched, hurling his fedora at me. I dodged it and ran out of my room, leaving him behind. After a moment, the door opened. “…Lasagna. Yeah.” He shut it again.
“Right.”
Lasagna it was.
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Freddy managed to come down into the kitchen for a 3-AM dinner. He was dead quiet while he ate (in just his pants and hat; he had scrapped his split sweater), and I sat across from him, watching him eat. He seemed to fumble the first few bites, like he had forgotten how to eat like a normal human…oh, right.
He finally finished up and pushed the plate away, staring at me. “Got any booze?” he asked. I got up and retrieved two Samuel Adams from the fridge.
“Here, Oktoberfest,” I said, popping the cap off of mine. “Cheers.” I tipped up the bottle and took a swig. Freddy followed suit and blinked.
“…Not bad,” he said. He leaned back in his chair and sipped the beer. “…
I’ve been dead for FAR too long…”
“No shit,” I replied. “You completely missed out on Red Bull.”
“Red what?”
I fished out some Red Bull and slid one over to him. “Red Bull.” Freddy popped the tab and sipped.
“…Not my taste,” he commented. I took the can back and finished it off.
“Something we differ in, at last,” I muttered, crushing the can. I stood up and took his plate to the sink. “…I’m getting tired now, Freddy,” I said. I stretched and turned back to the stairs. “...G’night,” I said softly. I walked up to my room and shut the door, then undressed and put on my white nightgown and got into bed. I was prepared for some real sleep tonight.
I was just drifting off to sleep when I felt Freddy get into bed next to me and reach around to grope at my breasts. “I’m not exactly ready to go to sleep,” he growled into my ear. “If you want to go ahead and go to sleep, then be my guest.” He turned me over on my back and kissed up my chest. “…You even wore my favorite outfit…” He unlaced the top and pulled it apart.
“Whatever, Freddy,” I sighed. I just laid back and let him fondle my body, too tired to do anything about it. Talk about a one-track mind, jeeze… I broke out of my annoyed thoughts when he began sucking on my breasts, running his tongue over them and squeezing the adjacent one in turns. I arched up and reached up to hold his head, noticing that his blonde hair was actually kind of soft. He licked between my breasts and lifted his head, his blue eyes practically glowing.
“Changing your tune, Princess?” he drawled. I rolled my eyes and carded my fingers through his hair.
“You could say that,” I replied. “You gonna continue?” Freddy snorted and pulled my nightgown up my thighs, then paused for a moment before taking off his glove (which I thought before now was permanently attached to his right hand) and set it on my bedside table before running both hands up my hips and thighs. I sighed and reclined back on my pillows to enjoy myself.
Freddy sat up on his knees and unbuckled his belt, then threw it to the floor before taking off his pants and also dropping them with the belt, then he parted my legs and crawled between them. “…This feels different in reality,” he commented. I was definitely inclined to agree. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.
“I know,” I replied. “No immunity here.” I scraped my nails down his back. “…I’d imagine you’d have even more scars on your back…”
“Mmm…scars I would not mind having,” Freddy practically purred back. He reached between us to pull at my panties and tear them right off.
“…That’s like the third pair you’ve ruined so far,” I muttered. Freddy tossed them to the floor.
“You never complained before,” Freddy said, “so don’t start now. Besides…” He suddenly thrust in, and I bit my lip hard in surprise, drawing blood. “…You know you love it.” He licked at my bloody lip and began fucking me. I kept my arms tightly around his neck, feeling that real sex was much more intense than dream sex, especially since the dream-induced immortality cheat code didn’t apply here. I think Freddy could say the same, since he was fucking me in a way I felt was different than the sex in the dream world; like he was experiencing it for the first time in a LONG time.
….Ironic, really, since he seemed to be a gore-fetish nympho with PLENTY of experience derived from years of molesting and raping girls who fell asleep. But I digress.
I kissed him and buried my nails into his shoulders, eliciting a hiss from him. Hissing generally meant pleasure from him, so I dug them in deeper and dragged them across his shoulder blades. Freddy’s hips bucked hard into mine and his teeth dug into the mark he made on my neck. I yelped in pain, tearing my nails into his skin and feeling moist blood on my fingertips.
Freddy came before I did this time; he let out a groan before pulling out and replacing his cock with his fingers. He kissed and liked at my neck and chest as he thrusted his fingers hard into me, making me arch and draw even more blood with my fingernails. I finally clenched around his fingers, calling his name as I came then falling back on my pillows, my fingernails dislodged from his shoulders.
Freddy rolled his shoulders a little, making a soft sound at the pleasurable stinging pain he was feeling, then grabbed my hand and began licking his blood off of my fingers. “I’m pretty sure even these will be visible through my burns,” he growled, grinning at me. I could see a drop of his blood still on his lips, and I leaned up to lick it off.
It didn’t taste like…normal blood. For one, his blood was very warm, not cold like it should have been and it also tasted more bitter than metallic. Demon’s blood, I thought. That’s what Freddy had. I leaned back on my pillows and felt Freddy do the same, not caring that his blood was getting on my sheets, which were black, so it wouldn’t really show anyway. He pulled up my black comforter and laid it over us before turning on his back to look up at the ceiling.
“…Haven’t done that in so long,” he muttered, mostly to himself.
“What, had sex in the real world?”
“No, had sex completely naked,” he replied. I snorted and smacked his shoulder before reaching over to put his glove in the bedside drawer next to mine.
“Why don’t you try going to sleep in the real world?” I asked. Freddy flicked me in the head.
“Why don’t you try not being a smart-ass?” he retorted.
“Why don’t you try acting your age and not your hat size?”
“…Touché, bitch,” Freddy replied. He closed his eyes. “…I wonder if I can access dreams without your help…”
“Not likely,” I said, rolling over to my side, by back to him. “I actually feel like getting REAL sleep with surreal, non-demon-related dreams tonight. I suggest you do the same.”
“Bitch,” Freddy grumbled back. I rolled my eyes at his trademark insult and snuggled into my pillow. Let him figure out how to dream again.
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Freddy was still awake when Angelia had drifted off. He had even tried being in contact with her to see if he could go back into the dream world as she slept, but no dice. He WAS tired; exhausted, in fact, but he still couldn’t seem to just…go to sleep.
…God, if he wasn’t dead by irony poisoning by tomorrow, then he’d be surprised.
Finally, around sunrise, he finally closed his eyes and felt darkness overcome him.
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“DADDY!!!”
“NO!!! I WONT LET YOU TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME, YOU SONS OF BITCHES!!! GET OFF OF ME!!! NO!!! GIVE HER BACK!!!”
“DADDY!!! I DON’T WANT TO GO!!! DADDY!!!”
“KATHERINE!!!”
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“FREDDY!!!”
Freddy shot up in bed, his hand over his heart. He was dripping with sweat and he was almost hyperventilating. He felt Angelia put a hand on his shoulder. “…Freddy…what’s wrong?”
Freddy didn’t answer her. Instead, he got up and went straight into the adjacent bathroom and closed the door before looking in the mirror. …Still human-looking. Except for his eyes; they had once been a greenish-hazel, but they were still that inhuman shade of blue that he gained when he became a Dream Demon. Regardless, Freddy put a hand to his face and shuddered.
“…A nightmare,” he muttered to himself. “…What the fuck am I doing, having a nightmare?!” Without answering himself, he turned on the sink faucet and put cold water on his skin, swearing he heard a hiss from the contact.
This was NOT happening again.