Maggie

Disclaimer: I do not own Freddy Krueger or Maggie Burroughs (AKA Katherine Krueger). 'A Nightmare on Elm Street' story, concept, and all its characters belong to the genius that is Wes Craven and New Line Cinemas, and anyone else I may not know about. This story is not for profit and never will be.

A/N: I found this story while looking through My Documents folder and thought it was pretty good, so I decided to post it up here for all of you to enjoy. If I get any fresh ideas this story may be continued and expanded on.

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Maggie stared lazily at the flickering television screen as she lay on the couch, snuggled close against the warm body of her boyfriend, David. She allowed her eyelids to droop as she gently stroked the soft threads of David's sweater, the sleeves of her own blue sweater pulled up around her elbows. She could remember clearly the last time she had worn it, two years ago, when she had finally put an end to Freddy Krueger; her father...her real father.

She quickly pushed all thoughts of her father to the back of her mind, concentrating instead on the warm body beneath her. It had been a year since she had met David, and today was the anniversary of that first date. They had decided to have a quiet night in, watching romantic movies and cuddling together; they were currently watching 'Sleepless In Seattle'.

Maggie closed her eyes, happy just being close to David. She continued to stroke the soft sweater as her hand drifted lower. Her fingers had just grazed the edge of the brass belt-buckle, when she heard the television flick off.

"Why'd you turn it off?" Maggie asked softly.

"It was distracting me from your beautiful face." David replied, rubbing her back and leaning forward to kiss her.

"Then maybe it's a good thing you turned it off." she teased as she returned the kiss. He grinned in silent agreement.

Maggie sighed and laid her head against his chest again as silence enveloped them. It seemed like hours had passed in the dark room and she wasn't sure how long they'd really been lying there. All she knew was that she was ready for something a little more than just cuddling. A sultry smirk slowly crossed her face as she trailed her fingers down David's chest and across the dark, brass buckle.

She slowly traced the round bulge, rubbing it firmly and drawing a groan from her partner. Satisfied with his reaction, she continued the rough massage, rubbing and kneading the growing lump. His groans deepened in pitch and she slowly dragged her fingers back up to his belt. With that quickly undone, she moved onto the zipper, dragging it down slowly before slipping a hand inside his pants.

"Ohhh, Katherine..." groaned a strange, but familiar voice. Maggie froze at the sound, halting her actions and staring into the darkness.

"David...how do you know that name?" she asked slowly. She knew the voice, but refused to believe its familiarity.

"David's not here, Princess," Freddy sighed, wrapping a bladed hand around her shoulders and trailing the other down her arm. "But, daddy's home."

Maggie jerked back with a gasp, quickly removing her hand from his pants. She didn't get the chance to move very far, though, because as soon as she did she was yanked back down against his chest. A soft glow illuminated the dark room as the television suddenly flickered on, revealing him clearly to her. There was no doubt that it was him.

"No...you're dead." Maggie gasped as she tried to squirm free.

"It's nice to see you, too, Princess." he grinned. "That's the best welcome home I've had in years.."

"..oh, god..." she murmured, realizing just what he was referring to.

"Don't ya think you should...finish the job?" he chuckled, and before she knew it, he had her flipped around and pinned beneath him. Maggie gaped up at her father, fear evident in her eyes.

"No! You wouldn't!" she begged.

"And, why wouldn't I?"

"Because, this is wrong!"

"Oh, well don't worry, Princess," he said soothingly and leaned down conspiratorially. "I won't tell a soul." He chuckled darkly and kissed her cheek as he pulled her arms above her head and bound them together with red silk ribbons.

She had seen it so many times with the girls at the shelter, but never before had she ever thought it would happen to her. She could never imagine back then what it must've been like for them, but at this moment she was now beginning to understand their fear, their isolation... their shattered innocence.

She was terrified. She had never been afraid of him before. She had feared for her friends' lives, yes, but now... this was different. This was his world and there was no one on the other side who could help her; no one who knew. She was alone… afraid… and completely helpless.

She shook her head, trying to hold back the tears, but found herself unable to. She was a full-grown woman and here she was crying like a six-year-old girl. But then again, she felt like a six-year-old girl; helpless to stop him, to do anything but cry and hope for the best as the tears slid warmly down her cheeks. She closed her eyes, trying to choke back the sobs that shook her body... and waited; waited for the horror to come and be over with... waited for the end.

"Shhh..." She heard a soft voice sooth gently and felt a warm hand stroke her cheek. She opened her eyes slowly and stared up at the sweet familiar face of her...

"Daddy...?" she asked in a tiny voice. She stared up at the sweet, unscarred face of her father. A face she'd only ever seen in her dreams… before the incident at the shelter two years ago.

"It's okay, baby. Daddy's here." he soothed and gently stroked her cheek with his right hand. She glanced at the coffee table and saw his glove; discarded, as though he had honestly wanted to calm her and make her feel safe. And strangely... she did.

"Daddy--"

"Shhh...It's alright, Katherine," he stroked her hair and leaned forward to gently kiss her forehead.

"Daddy..." She tried again to speak to him, but her words were cut off once more. This time, it was not his gentle soothing voice that silenced her, but the shock of his lips pressed against hers. Maggie stiffened instinctively and her senses returned to her as the cold, hard realization set in; this wasn't the kind, gentle father from her childhood memories. He was a cold, heartless monster! A monster that was currently attempting to molest and rape his own daughter!

She squirmed desperately, pulling at her silky ribbon bonds, trying to free her hands to push him away as he urged the kiss deeper, his tongue prodding at her lips; demanding entry.

To Be Continued... (soon, hopefully)