We Shall Meet Again


By: Draculamomma

Hello my dear readers and fans, here is the next two chapters of "We Shall Meet Again". Sorry for the slight delay, had a huge writer's block a while back, but now I am focused and on track again, ready to write for you guys and fulfill your darkest dreams in this story! Enjoy, and feel free to write a review or a Private Message if you have any further questions, suggestions, or concerns! Happy reading my lovelies!

Chapter 4

(NANCY IN BEDROOM)

Nancy couldn't believe it was morning already. Why did nights go by as fast as she grew older? Was it because she didn't believe anymore? She sat up in bed and massaged her eyes and temples. If there was nothing better to start off her morning it was starting it with a screaming headache.

Nancy didn't want to pull back her covers, for she knew if she did she would be surrounded with a gust of cold morning air. She shivered just thinking about it. She looked lazily at her watch on her nightstand. It read 9:04 a.m.

"Shit." She yanked back the covers as quickly as she could, immediately she wished she hadn't. She ran on her floor as fast as she could, throwing on a pair of socks in less than a minute.

Nancy didn't have time to pop something in her toaster for breakfast, so she grabbed a peach off her table and shoved it in her mouth quickly, she had promised to meet Peter early by a bus terminal so he could pick her up. They had a long day planned ahead for themselves, and she didn't want to waste a single minute.

She quickly ran down the street, the terminal was not far from her home, and she soon reached the terminal on time, slightly out of breath. She scanned the streets for Peter's blue van, but it was nowhere in sight.

Nancy tapped her feet nervously. He said he would be here already. She looked at her watch. No, he still had 8 more minutes. Nancy pushed a few messy hair strands out of her face. What did she look like? She had no time to put on make up as she ran out the door.

She decided to make good use of the time and pulled out her pocket mirror and a small tube of lipstick. She ran her fingers through her thick hair, not paying attention to the grey streak that was still with her. After a few seconds of running her fingers through her hair, she gained satisfaction.

She slowly applied a gently layer of lipstick on her lips. As she did so, Nancy noticed the reflection of Freddy staring at her in the mirror.

"You don't need that shit Nancy. You're gorgeous." He whispered slowly. His words seemed so close…

Nancy slammed her mirror shut. She felt her heartbeat increasing significantly. This often happened when she thought about Freddy or saw him in her dreams.

"I've gotta get this outta my head. It's over and dealt with. Just forget it!" She told herself over and over.

Freddy's voice echoed one last time in her ears as she finished her sentence. "I can't forget you Nancy, I never will. I don't want to forget…"

She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to fight herself. Freddy was only trying to mess with her feelings again. He was a cold hearted selfish animal who had a never ending thirst for human blood. That was all.

Nancy had almost lost hope when she saw Peter's blue van pull into view right next to her on the street. He rolled his window down, and smiled back at her.

"Hey Nancy! Are you ready?"

Nancy pulled herself together and smiled back. "You bet I am!"

With those last words she opened the car door and drove off with him into the daylight.

KRUEGERMYERSKRUEGERMYERSKRUEGERMYERSKRUEGERMYERS!!!!!!!!!!

(NANCY'S AUNT AT HOME)

Nancy's aunt was almost done with the dishes when she received a phone call from Nancy, telling her that was on a date with a man named Peter, and they were off into town and she should not worry.

"That girl needed a break from Elm Street!" Nancy's aunt muttered to herself as she put the laundry in the washing machine and went about her daily routines. She had to cook dinner for a party she was hosting, and later on go shopping for more cat food.

Howard, a long time friend of hers was supposed to show up to fix her television set, which had been acting up all morning. She tried flipping through channels, but nothing came on properly.

"Damn TV set!" She slammed the remote down and went back to her cooking.

"That's the last time I ever bargain with a man half my age!" She stirred her soup rather quickly, fuming over the problems in her day so far. She was so busy stirring; she did not hear her front door opening.

Until she heard the sound of footsteps she didn't stop talking to herself. She suddenly heard two feet thudding behind her, and she stopped stirring. She suddenly heard the feet stop moving.

Nancy's aunt felt sweat beads forming on her forehead. She was too far away from her phone…she was so afraid.

She slowly reached for a knife, and grabbed a hold of it, whipping around as fast as she could to protect herself.

She screamed as she turned around to face her attacker.

MYERSRULESMYERSRULESMYERSRULESMYERSRULESMYERSRULES!!!

(NANCY AND PETER IN VAN)

"So Peter, you didn't tell me exactly what we we're going to do today!" Nancy shifted in her car seat, looking over at Peter. She looked into his eyes, but he looked back to the road.

"Well, I wanted it to be a surprise, but if you want I can tell you…" He grinned as they drove on.

Nancy reached over and let her hand rest on Peter's casually on his thigh. He looked over at her for a second, then back at the road. He seemed not to show any emotions to her touch.

Nancy felt a little hurt, but hid it. "Fine, I love surprises, so I guess I will wait then."

"Good girl." Peter whispered.

(NANCY'S AUNT AT HOME)

"Christ in a cartoon Howard! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Nancy's aunt set down her knife and turned down the stove's temperature a little. Howard had come in through the door very quietly, and had said nothing, scaring the daylights out of her.

"I'm sorry Tricia! I thought you saw my car around the back!" Howard spoke, ducking a few harsh blows to the head with Nancy's aunt's hands.

"Oh quit your yammering and get to work! I have a lot to do today and I don't want you in the way Howard!" She washed her hands quickly, and turned to the TV.

"You can turn it on and see for yourself, it's been acting up since morning!"

Howard took a step to the television set and nodded. "Yup, don't worry. I just have to get my tool set out of my truck. I'll be back in a jiffy."

"Alright go ahead, but don't take too long, I have company on the way!"

Howard turned and walked out the front door again to his truck, leaving Nancy's aunt to her work.

She put a spoon into her soup, and tasted some of it. "I always forget salt!" She reached down to get more salt from the cupboards. After a few minutes of fishing around, she found the salt.

Carefully, she added a tiny spoon of salt, and began mixing again. She was stopped when she heard a few clanking noises outside. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Howard must have dropped his tools again." She shrugged and opened the fridge door, looking around for some carrots.

"Where are they?" After she was not able to find them, she saw them resting on a counter next to the stove.

"Oh! There they are!" She began cutting them up in small pieces for the soup.

After a moment of silence with the only sound of the knife cutting through the carrots, Nancy's aunt began to get worried. She lifted her head and looked out the window.

"Howard? What are you doing out there?" She peered at his truck, and saw the doors open. Damn fool was still getting the tools out. She tapped her nails on the ceramic counter tiles.

She turned back to her cutting, when she heard the door open again. She laughed.

"Howard you almost gave me a heart attack! Dropping the tools like that?" She giggled and dropped the carrot pieces into the pot.

She heard the movement of feet, but no answer from Howard himself.

"Aw come on Howard, you know I was kidding, I was really worried!" She blew the steam of the boiling soup out of her face.

Still no answer came from Howard.

She sighed. "Howard stop fooling with me. What? Suddenly I can't get you to shut up?"

She put her hands on her hips and turned around slowly. She didn't see anyone in sight.

"Howard? What's going on?" She stepped away from the stove, and looked into the living room, but it was empty as well.

"Hello?" After a minute of scary silence, she shrugged and went back into the kitchen. Maybe he had gone to the washroom?

She turned up the heat of the stove. "Bastard."

Suddenly Nancy's aunt felt thick hands closing around her frail neck. She began waving her arms in the air, and flew them up to grab at the hands on her neck.

"No! Let go!" She screamed and kicked forward and backwards, but the feet standing behind her were as thick as tree stumps. They seemed to be rooted into the kitchen floor, and nothing she did helped.

"Somebody!" She began coughing and sputtering for air when the hands tightened. The hands soon pushed down on her head, and drew her close to the boiling pot of soup.

"No! Please! What are you doing?" She struggled and placed her hand son either sides of the stove, trying to force her head back up, but the stronger hands pushed her head further and further down, getting closer to the soup pot.

She screamed once last time before her face was violently pushed into the soup pot. Her screams echoed in the pot, and throughout the stove they rang. Her hands clutched and scratched helplessly at the hands of Michael Myers.

Michael suddenly pulled her back up out of the soup and she cried and touched her harshly burnt face. Her eye lids were completely burnt off, and blood seeped out of the corners of her eyes. Her lips had turned almost brown in colour, and were cracked and appeared roasted.

Her hands shook as she tried to hold herself up. She fell down at Michael's feet, and crawled across the kitchen floor with some energy left, trying to reach a phone. She crawled all the way into the living room, where she stumbled on Howard's body sitting on the couch.

She looked up at his body and screamed with whatever breath she had left. Howard's body had a large screwdriver lodged in his throat and it was coming out through one end and out the other. Blood was pouring out of his mouth and he had been stabbed several times.

"Howaaaaaa………nooooooo!!!!!!" Nancy's aunt tried to call out, but her lips burned and felt extremely heavy.

Michael Myers followed her closely, and picked up the television set. He lifted it high above his arms, and beat it into her head over and over until her skull cracked open and became moulded into the floor.

When the TV was smashed into bits, he threw it aside. A pool of blood began running on the carpet, turning it brown in color. He turned back and looked around the empty house.

Suddenly, a picture resting on a grand piano caught his eye. He walked toward the piano slowly, never taking his eyes off the picture. He reached over and held the picture frame with bloodied hands.

He brushed some dust off the frame and stared into the face of Nancy Thompson. He suddenly remembered Freddy's dream and request. This was the girl he needed to kill!

In one split second, Michael crushed the glass of the picture frame, and pulled out Nancy's picture. He threw the frame away, but stared at the picture for what seemed like hours. Her picture was in the house, she clearly must have been related to the people he just killed. Now he had a bigger chance of tracking her down.

FREDDYFREDDYFREDDYFREDDYFREDDYFREDDYFREDDYFREDDY!!!!!!!!

CHAPTER 5

(NANCY AND PETER AT PETER'S HOUSE)

Nancy was a little shocked and disappointed when Peter announced they would be spending the rest of the afternoon in her place with his ten year old nephew Alex. In truth, Nancy loved children; however she wanted to spend the afternoon alone with Peter.

Alex was a noisy child, as soon as Nancy stepped through the door he ran to her and pulled her into his room, showing and bragging about his airplane sets, and train tracks which he built with his father.

Nancy had to admit, it was very creative, but she was not so interested. She followed Peter into the dining room. She found him sitting by himself, reading a newspaper, with a bottle of champagne set only for himself.

Nancy pulled up a chair and sat down beside him. "Can I have a glass please?" She asked, pointing to the champagne.

Peter set his newspaper down. "Oh, yes, sorry Nancy. I was wrapped up in the paper here…" He poured her a glass not even one third full.

Nancy felt her cheeks flushing with anger. Why was Peter being so inconsiderate? It was as if he changed, right as soon as they stepped in the front door.

Peter turned on some music and sat closer to Nancy. This was more like it. "I have a surprise for you Nancy." He said, leaning closer to her.

Nancy smiled back, forgetting Peter's previous actions a moment ago.

"What is it Peter?" She asked curiously.

"See, Alex seems to like you very much, and I think it would be wonderful if you two could become the best of friends. How would you like to sit here and watch some cartoons with Alex, while I go get us some dinner?"

Nancy didn't know whether to feel angry or scream. He was going to leave her alone in the house, with his nephew? Was this man crazy? Nancy covered her anger well and nodded.

"Of course, I will do it."

Peter kissed her forehead quickly, gathering his car keys. "I'll be back before you know it!"

He slammed the door in less than a minute and was off into the evening sky. Nancy felt a few tears coming to her eyes and she brushed them aide quickly.

Alex soon came into the room and watched her crying. "What's wrong?" His little voice made Nancy jump.

"Oh! Well, you're uncle said we could watch some cartoons if you want until he gets back. He's bringing a surprise dinner." She answered unenthusiastically.

Alex's eyes widened. "You mean pizza?"

Nancy shrugged. "Maybe, I am sure it is a good surprise though."

Alex screamed with happiness and ran around the dining room table over and over while Nancy sat with her head in her hands. This was not her day.

NANCYKRUEGERNANCYKURGERNANCYKRUEGERNANCYKRUEGER!!!!!!

(PETER AND NANCY ON THE WAY TO NANCY'S HOME)

The rest of the night was a complete disaster. Nancy tried holding hands with Peter during dinner, but whenever their hands touched, she didn't feel a spark run through her as she did whenever Freddy touched her.

Whatever effort she made to enjoy herself, failed. Alex kept making rude remarks whenever Nancy and Peter exchanged glances. The ride home was even worse. Peter turned on the radio, and was humming as he drove Nancy home, while Nancy sat, angry beyond her days.

They stopped in Nancy's driveway, and Peter turned off the engine. He slowly leaned over in the dark and placed his lips on Nancy's. Nancy closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Peter's neck, but didn't feel a shiver run down her spine like she did when Freddy had kissed her.

She kissed Peter faster, but the kiss obviously lacked passion. All she could see was Freddy in her head. When Peter's tongue tapped on hers, she pictured Freddy's tongue. Nancy suddenly pulled back from Peter.

"Is something wrong Nancy?" Peter asked, clearly confused by her actions.

Oh yes you moron. Something is definitely wrong. Nancy though but shook her head. "I, I guess I am getting tired."

Peter nodded. "Yeah, it is pretty late. Alex was a bother wasn't he?"

Nancy shook her head. "No! No, not at all. I just had a lot of work last night, I didn't get enough sleep." Nancy rubbed her eyes.

"Yeah I can tell." Peter nodded and massaged her back.

Nancy closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. Peter leaned into her, and whispered in her ears.

"Does that help Nancy?"

Nancy nodded quickly.

"Good girl. Do you like that Nancy?" Freddy's voice came on clear as a bell in her ears. There was no mistaking it this time!

Nancy pulled Peter's arms off her back. "Peter!"

"What is it Nancy?" Peter's voice got louder, and he backed away from her in his seat.

"Look, Peter. I had a wonderful time tonight." She lied.

"But?"

"But, I, I just need to go to sleep now, I can't think straight." Nancy opened the car door, and walked out.

"I'll call you tomorrow, ok?" Peter managed to yell at her before the door closed.

Nancy turned and nodded, then ran off to her front door.

DREAMMASTERDREAMMASTERDREAMMASTERDREAMMASTERDREAM

(NANCY AT HOME)

Nancy threw her shoes off violently, not caring where they landed. She was beyond pissed with Peter.

"Son of a bitch! How could he treat me like this?" She stomped off to the bathroom, and ran a hot shower.

"Who the fuck does he think he is?" She yelled as she shampooed her hair and soon stepped out.

"And making me stay and watch his nephew? Who honestly makes a perfect stranger sit with their relatives alone while they are gone out of town?"

She dressed quickly, and made some fruit salad. She jammed her fork into her fruits. "Bloody creep. He's worse than Freddy."

As soon as she said that, it felt good. She felt relieved. But how was she able to compare Freddy to someone like Peter? Freddy was a psycho! But, was that all he was in her eyes?

Nancy shook her head and put her salad down. "I've got to get Freddy out of my head! This is leading to obsession!"

Nancy sat down on her sofa in front of the TV and rubbed her forehead. "This has got to stop…"

"I really need to rest…" She closed her eyes, but then opened them up in fear.

"I don't want to see him…I don't…I won't…but I need to see him…I need him…" Nancy kept arguing with herself until she had finally fallen asleep.

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Nancy heard an accordion playing out of nowhere. She lifted her head up, to find herself in a room beautifully decorated with pink wallpaper. A mirror hung right above her, and in it she saw her reflection.

Someone had dressed her in a sleek white dress with a few laces, and a beautiful pink flower matching the walls on her left breast. Her fingernails had been painted bright pink, and she was wearing red lipstick, but a thicker layer than she would normally wear.

Her hair was tied back in tight ringlets, and a few fell down and rested on her shoulders. The accordion played slower, and Nancy noticed she was sitting at a table with two red candles lit brightly.

In front of her was a vase with a single red rose in it. Nancy reached out and touched the rose, but somehow managed to prick a finger on a hidden thorn.

"Ow!" She pulled her finger back and sucked on the blood.

"All roses have thorns Nancy. That's what makes them so beautiful. You want to touch them, they compel and attract you, but then, they hurt you when you get too close."

Nancy looked up and saw Freddy Krueger right before her eyes sitting in front of her. Freddy was dressed in a nice tuxedo, and had his hat resting on the table.

"In a way, they are quite like you. A toxic beauty I'd say." He leaned forward and looked past the flame at her.

"You've no idea how beautiful you are Nancy. You are something I want to hold, to touch. But you repel me, and hurt me."

Nancy glared at him. "You hurt me first Freddy!"

Freddy leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the table. The music had turned quieter. "Let's not discuss me right now please."

Nancy turned away. "Yes, what else do I have to tell you about my life that you already haven't pried into yet?"

Freddy put his feet down and frowned. "Is that how you see me Nancy? As a stalker? A pervert?"

Nancy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Well you don't exactly give people a lot of privacy."

"Hmmmm, privacy huh? You mean privacy as in the privacy you thought you had when you were alone in Peter's car tonight?"

Nancy suddenly pushed the vase aside, making it fall off the table and shatter into pieces on the floor.

"You sick son of a bitch! How dare you!" She pointed a finger at him.

"You stay the fuck out of my life! Night and day!"

She turned and ran past Freddy around the table, and tried opened the door of the room they were in, but the door was pushed back shut by Freddy's hand above her head.

"Nancy, don't do anything stupid."

Nancy tried to pull the door open, but in one twist, Freddy pulled her back by grabbing one arm, and positioning himself right in front of her.

"Remember, you're in my world doll face. I control what happens here." He growled under his breath as he peered at her.

Nancy hated to admit it, but she didn't feel any fear as she looked up at Freddy's eyes. She also noticed they lacked their murderous stare. It almost seemed as if they held something more deep, perhaps he cared…

Nancy sniffed and turned away from him. Freddy used a non clawed hand and cupped her face.

"Don't Freddy…"

Freddy leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips, but pulled back as fast as he had leaned in.

"Was Peter a better kisser?"

Nancy suddenly laughed out loud at the question. Who would have known Freddy would ever ask such a question?

"Why do you care?" She asked, grinning at him.

Freddy suddenly frowned. His eyes grew darker. "I'll show you why!"

He suddenly pulled Nancy away from the door, and further back into the room. As they moved away from the door, the lights in the room diminished. The candles extinguished magically, leaving the room entirely dark, except for the light that poured in from one window in the far right side of the room.

Somehow, a bed had magically appeared in the room, and the table had disappeared. Nancy gasped as she felt Freddy push her onto the bed gently.

"No! No! Freddy stop this!" Freddy pushed his weight into her, and made her fall back on the bed.

"Why? What?" She managed to choke out despite her shock.

"You asked me why I cared Nancy, and I am showing you. I want to show you this time, instead of telling you. Maybe now you will understand what I am trying to get you to understand…"

Before Nancy could utter another word of protest, Freddy placed his warm lips on her bare neck, and placed soft butterfly kisses on it.

"Please…" Nancy breathed out quickly before closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around Freddy's neck.

Freddy took this on as a sign to continue, so he did. He began nibbling on Nancy's neck softly, and then bit down a little hard, but not hard enough to draw blood.

Nancy moaned and arched her back, trying to get as close to Freddy as she could. She reached over and pulled his head down to her lips, and kissed him fully on his seductive mouth.

Freddy felt a little shocked by her aggressive behaviour, but allowed her to kiss him. He responded to the kiss by running his fingers through her hair, and letting her tied hair fall down to cover her shoulders and breasts.

Nancy pulled back from the kiss and looked in his eyes. It was then that she felt something tingle inside her. It was not at all experienced when she was with Peter. This was something stronger, more intense. It was a feeling she wanted to experience forever.

Freddy leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose playfully. "Do you see now Nancy?" He asked innocently.

Nancy looked back up at him. "Freddy, I don't think we should continue this…"

Freddy frowned. "Why? I thought…you…"

"No." Nancy interrupted.

"We can't." She pushed him off her, but Freddy regained control. He had let Nancy play him for a sap for a long time now, and tonight it was going to stop.

He grabbed a hold of both her wrists tightly, and pushed her down onto the bed. He held both her legs tightly under his own and looked deep into her eyes fiercely.

"No Nancy! I am going to show you everything I have been feeling for a while now! I am going to make you feel as you have made me feel! I am going to make you suffer as you have made me suffer! Everything you have given me, I am going to give back to you, and it will happen right now!"

TBCTBCTBCTBCTBCTBCTBCTBCTBCTBCTBCTBCTBCTBCTBCTBCTBC!!!

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