Freddy's fuckbuddy.

Ok, disclaimer: I dont own Freddy, he is the ingenius and sexy creation of Wes Craven adn brought to life by the great actor Robert Englund. I only Own Syrin and Oni and her family. Everything else is not mine. Or and Cenobite demons are from the Hellraiser series. Pinhead may make an appearance in the next chap, or at least be mentioned. But I havent decided yet.
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Sleep had not come very easy to Syrin. Her husband and herself had moved to their new home in Springwood hoping to get away from the hussle and bussle of busy city life. She had worked as an exorcist and paranormal investigator for a good 6 years and her husband was just as good at her job as she was. Their year old daughter slept in the next room and Syrin felt uneasy about their new home. When She had tried to find out about the town there was a gap of history. She had wanted to know if it was safe but that gap had worried her. Her husband Dorian soothed her nerves saying that someimes newspapers and clipings and the like could be lost and it probably was nothing. But something made her uneasy about this seemingly quiet rural town. Her eyes closed as she tried to make herself fall asleep when she heard a piercing wail. She bolted out of the bed and ran to the nursery to see her daughter thrashing in the crib. Blood was staining the sheets from small cuts on her arms and legs. "Chelsie! GOD! DORIAN! CHELSIE!!!" Syrin shreiked when she heard a low chuckle in her head. She could feel the demonic presence and shuddered.

Dorian burst into the room trying to tug on a robe and he swore as he saw the bleeding baby in my arms. "What the hell happened?!" He took her from me and cradled her.

"She's still asleep Dorian. I think she's being attacked by a demon."

He looked at me with wide seemingly helpless eyes. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to exorcise it." Syrin said flatly, the whisper of her spirit guide flitted through her mind and Syrin grew quiet to listen.

"He's a dream demon." It whispered. "Come, come into the astral realm and I will lead you to him. I will help you if I can."

She sighed and nodded. "Try and wake Chelsie up, and take her to the hospital. I need to knock myself out to get at this bastard." Dorian nodded and left for the bathroom to clean the babie's wounds and try to wake her up the conventional way.

Syrin went into her alter room and sat down against one wall. She slowed her breathing and let herself slip into a trance. Years of meditation were paying off, and how fast she was able to detach herself from her body would determine how fast her daughter would be saved. She let her soul slip free and it drifted to a flat plane seemingly devoid of any structure. A tall woman with greyed skin walked up to Syrin. "Good you are here. There is precious little time. Come." She took Syrin's hand and the landscape fell away to a dark and hot area. Syrin willed her night wear into a black leather catsuit and she scanned the area. "Oni, where is he?" Her question was answered as a wail shreiked through the oppressive boiler room. I ran with my guide behind me. I came to a dirty man holding my daughter over railing. One hand was clad in a glove with razors coming out like wicked claws and he was scratching up my daughter.

"HEY FUCKNUT!" She yelled and the man looked at Syrin with a wicked grin. "Ohh....how sweet. Fresh meat." Oni stayed back in the shadows. She was Syrin's trump card and she didnt want to use it just yet. "Let my daughter go asshole." He gave her a lopsided smile and held the screaming baby out by the foot. "You mean this little rag-doll? Go fetch" He tossed her over the edge and Syrin gasped before runing and jumping over after her daughter. She fell through the air and when she finally reached the baby she found that they kept falling. Strangly she had a parachute pack and pulled the rip cord. This was not how she normally kept from falling from great heights but it worked. She held her baby in her arms and cradled her.

Quickly she said a spell and she dissapeared from my arms to wake in the normal world. Syrin heard an evil chuckle above me and looked up. There was the demon above her. He came down and began sawing through the belts that held her aloft and Syrin crossed her arms. "Dumbass." she muttered under her breath as she didnt panic and only let him cut the belts. When the final one was cut she let her body fall through the air and away from the fluttering parachute. She willed myself to slow, as the ground came at her. She saw him on the ground with a spikey bed awaiting her. She grinned and moved throught the air so she was plummeting right at HIM instead of at the spike bed. She pounced on the scarred man and slamed him into the ground. "Who the FUCK do you think you are that you can just waltz into my babies dream and hurt her you SICK FUCK!"

He laughed as she slamed his head into the hard ground. She had forgotten about his blades and he raked them down her back. She jumped off of him and backed away in pain. He bowed "I am known to many as fear, and death. But you can call me Freddy sweet cheeks." She glowered at him "Leave my baby alone."

He tutted at her "I dont think so bitch. The little dumpling is mine. She has such a sweet and lucious soul I will be stuffed for hours from her innocence."

She growled and rushed at him. She kicked and punched at him in a flury and he deflected each blow effortlessly with a laugh. She flipped away and sunk to one knee. "Fine then fucker. We are now going to play this MY way." She put her hands to the ground and muttered a chant. The scene shifted and they were standing in her alter room. The floor glowed from the pentigram that had been cast there and the room became warded against evil escaping and now, Freddy was trapped. "I'll exorcise you when I'm ready you jackass." Syrin growled before dissapearing back to the waking world to tend to her wounds and her daughters wounds.

Freddy pounded against the walls and they merely threw him back unscathed. There were runed around the pentigram and his inner demons whispered about the necronomicon. They were wards powerful enough to contain a Watcher if need be. He growled and sunk to the ground in a pissed off heap. He sat there for some time before the wall across from him began to ripple and Oni stepped into the room. He got to his feet and glowered at the nearly nude woman walking over to him. "Aww....is the widdle deamonling angwy?" She chided and he rushed at her only to pin her to the wall with one strong hand around her throat. "You BITCH! I'm going to have fun tearing you apart!" She laughed, LAUGHED right in his face and he only got more pissed. "You think that you can hurt me with your little butter knives?" Her grin became lopsided into a smirk and horns sprouted from her head to curl around like a rams to rest just at her cheek. Her canines were sharp and pointed and she grabbed his forearm and snapped it clean. He howled and held his arm before making it heal. "Little Freddy. Ah, I am SO glad to finally meet you. You're very well known in hell you know. Even the Cenobite demons talk about you. You're pretty creative with your kills." She rushed him and held him to the opposite wall with her forearm against his throat, massive bat wings spread behind her. She leaned in and came close to his scarred lips. "Do you want to hurt me? Make me scream in agony?" He growled at her as her other hand trailed over his scarred chest and down to grasp his croch. "Why dont you make me scream some other way?" Her eyebrow twitched as she dove in and kissed him hard. Her arm left his throat and down his hand to hold the bladed hand above his head. She let him have his other hand free to wander where it would as her other hand massaged his growing bulge.