I've Never Heard Of You...

During the girl's time awake, Jason remained silent and barely acknowledged her. He tended to her wounds until they healed, and kept her fed well enough to sustain life, but other than that, she did what she wanted. Usually, that involved trips to the lake at night, and dogging Jason's heels during the day. She barely spoke a word. Words didn't seem to be all that necessary between the two. Even in her dreams Freddy noticed fewer and fewer words being involved.

After only a few nights, Freddy had taken Jason's place in the girl's dreams, with success. At first, he'd found it difficult to remain silent the entire time, occasionally slipping an awkward groan in once in a while. The girl would give him an appraising look, before continuing on without a word. She was incredible. The way she moved, the way she controlled her own body when Freddy fought for control over both of them.

But, the girl had always given Freddy an odd look just before intimacy. He couldn't place the look. Her eyes seemed empty and gave nothing of her thoughts away. She didn't give voice to those thoughts, either. Sometimes, he imagined himself shoving his razored glove through her forehead just to see if she would bleed or her suppressed thoughts would flow from the wounds. Sometimes, it was like staring at previous victims as they died on the boiler room floor. The dead stare, after the last gasp of air. Only, she was very much alive. She would tilt her head to the side and give him that exact stare before planting her lips to his own.

He allowed it to continue for weeks. He spent the girl's times awake, pacing and prowling the rusted metal catwalks of his boiler room.

Tonight would be the end of the charade. He was tired of her contentedness with the dreams. With Jason. It made his stomach turn and the burnt flesh over his body crawl. Jason had been long dead and revived and the girl still trailed him like a puppy in love. During her waking hours, Jason barely touched her. Nearly completely depriving her of any of the contact from him that she so openly craved. Now would be the perfect time for Freddy to show himself and make his...proposal. He would continue to give her what she wanted, if, in exchange, she would give him what he wanted. There wasn't any conceivable way that she could turn him down.

He grinned to himself until the abused muscles in his jaw began to ache with it.

He stroked a large finger along the side of the girl's cheek and let it fall to his side once it reached her chin. It was an unusual move on his part. And, it hadn't escaped her notice. She looked up at him and that stare seemed to penetrate into his very currently deformed forehead. It almost seemed like she was on the verge of saying something, this time, but she remained silent. There was no doubt in his mind, now, that she suspected something.

He leaned in, pressing his deformed, chapped lips against her own and held the back of her head, so she couldn't pull away before he was ready for her to. The kiss was rough and he nibbled on her bottom lip with his uneven teeth. Naturally, he felt the pressure of her trying to pull back to admonish him for his roughness. But, he held her in place. She opened her eyes, only to be met by the wide eyes of his own true form. His fingers dug into her hair and he pulled her face from his own. He grinned in satisfaction. 'That's right, bitch, it's me again. Miss me?' With that, he shoved her to the floor.

There was no fear in her face. There wasn't much of anything catering to his predatory nature, at all, in her face. there was a moment of silence, as she collected herself and sat cross-legged in front of him. 'I know,' she finally said, softly.

Her response caught him completely off guard. He'd expected rage. He'd prepared for it. But, calm, knowing acceptance? What was the girl playing at? He leaned down and smirked. 'How long, you little slut?' She bit down on her lips, and he gripped a handful of her hair and tugged it back. 'How long?!'

She gave him a wide-eyed stare, no doubt due to the fact that he was pulling her hair so hard it was pulling her face back with it. 'Since the beginning,' she said in that irritatingly forever calm voice.

'The beginning? The beginning, and you let it continue? Wanted it? Wanted it, knowing that it was me?' it all seemed to good to be true. Too easy.

It was. 'I didn't know it was -you-. But, I knew it wasn't -him-.' Those cold, dead stares coupled with the head tilts made sense, now. The entire time, she'd been trying to figure out who he was. He growled in frustration and threw her back again. 'If I had known it was you, I wouldn't have given in. You don't deserve me.'

He could feel the corner of his eye twitching. Who the hell did she think she was? This meaningless waste of skin before him? '-I- don't deserve...-you-?' He repeated and turned his back to her. His shoulders shook with the laughter that soon filled the entire cellar. 'Stupid bitch!' He screeched, turning and bringing his face only inches from her face. He could lick her lips from here, if he wanted to. 'Do you know who you're talking to? I'm the man every child and parent scream the name of, as they wake up from my world, until I finally bring them home! Don't tell me about who deserves who! Freddy fucking Krueger will have whomever he wants, even if he has to -take- it!' With that, his mouth was on her's, once again. This time, it seemed as if he were trying to steal her very breath rather than the carefully judged seductive kisses from many dreams before. Just before she felt as if she might pass out, he pulled away.

She panted for breath, before staring up at him. He was glaring down at her, in victory. 'I've never heard of you.' That was it? That's all she could say to him? His gloved hand twitched with a violent need to be buried in her abdomen and covered in her blood until her muscles stopped twitching. He couldn't -wait- to be rid of this bitch. There was a moment of nearly tangible silence between them at her confession.

'I'm going to make an offer to you. I want you to do something for me, and I will do something for you. I will continue this. Pretending to be your boy-toy out there. I know it's what you want. But, in return...' he let his sentence hang in the air. She looked up at him. The sight was beautiful and a feast for his eyes. Her lip was bloodied where he'd bitten her, she was panting for breath and a disheveled mess before him. He could fuck her now, for himself, with no problem. 'In return, you must find my head in the real world. It was...it's somewhere in this God forsaken place. I need it found and brought to the lake, where my body is.' He crouched down in front of her.

He raised one razor blade to her face and gently stroked it along the line of her jaw. He moved it further down, to trace over her shoulder and upper arm. 'You can't deny this. It's what you want, it's what you crave...and, noone else can give it to you but me. It's only fair to give me something in return, is it not?' He whispered his words into her ear and gave it a small nip before backing away. 'Do we have a deal?'

His mouth moved further along her jaw, then alongthe side of her neck. She couldn't remain silent and her breath shuddered from her lips. 'Yes.'


A/N: Sorry, again, for my supreme tardiness. I suck. I know. It happens.