So, I was listening to the song 'Razorblade Kiss' by HIM, and this happened.
It was the creaking that woke her up out of a dreamless sleep, the sound coming from right next to where her head lay on the pillow. Her eyes popped open with a start, heart pounding hard in her chest.
No one was there.
Or, at least, no one that was allowing her to see them.
A presence in the back of her mind told her otherwise - someone was very much there; they didn't want her to know where they were just yet.
Fully awake now, eyes wide with fear, Rebecca quietly tried to swallow the lump of anxious energy that had coiled in her throat. She knew it was him; knew he was probably poised and ready to pounce at the slightest indication that she might try and run. Very, very slowly and carefully, she reached her hand out from under the blanket and moved it toward the lamp on the nightstand next to her bed.
Her fingers never got the chance to even touch the lamp before strong fingers grabbed her wrist and forced it down onto the mattress beside her head. She could hear his low chuckle even underneath the scream that ripped from her throat; it came before she had a chance to try and stop it. She continued to scream when another hot hand grabbed her other wrist for the same treatment. Only when she started to struggle did a weight press down on her back to keep her from escaping. Her claustrophobia was enabled as this position made it harder for her to breathe, and she ignored the warning pressure with another cry of terror, arching up off the bed in a vain attempt to buck him off of her.
"Aww, careful honey," came a deep, gravelly purr from behind her, "you're gonna hurt my feelings." The voice held only good humor in it - no aggravation. She would have been able to tell if he was pissed; it wasn't something he hid well, and from what she had seen, he had quite a temper.
The good humor, however, failed to calm her. More so because she didn't understand it. His anger she could've understood, after what she'd done. She had known he'd be coming for her sooner or later, after she'd helped prevent him from killing another victim. The victim being her younger cousin, and good friend. The kill would've strengthened Freddy exponentially - his powers would've been even stronger than they already were. The younger his victim, the more pure of heart they were, the more the kill would strengthen him. Plus, her cousin was found to have dreamwalker capabilities - something that could be a threat to Freddy the older she got. Right now, the girl was ten. No one else had believed the child when she'd told them of her nightmares about the burned man with razor fingers; they had all told her they were just bad dreams. Rebecca had known better. There had been too much terror in the child's eyes to have just been dreams.
Now she was back in that nightmare world with this man, whom she had helped defeat. Although right now, he didn't seem like he felt defeated in the least.
In an attempt to calm any possibility of aggression, she softly whimpered his name, her voice trembling along with her body, "Freddy... please don't hurt me," Her voice changed pitch the moment she felt his mouth graze the side of her neck. She almost, almost had tears in her eyes. Her tormentor chuckled again at her words, and she went very still as his teeth ever so gently scraped against her jugular. It would be so easy for him to just bite down and take a chunk out of her neck, or even just leave a mark... Her breathing was heavy with fear, although she tried not to let it make her mobile underneath him. One wrong move and he could end her right here.
With a groan that sent a shiver up her spine, his long tongue lightly trailed up the prominent vein in her neck, tasting the sheen of sweat on her skin. His body shuddered behind her, his breath warming the left side of her neck. "Well, fuck me," Even lower now, his voice sounded like his vocal chords themselves had been set on fire, or like he'd gargled hot coals in his throat, "You really do taste like sugar." His words made another cold chill race up her spine with frightening precision. Sweet as sugar was what everyone always said about her. It was a phrase always associated with her. She didn't like him knowing details like that about her. At the same time though, there was heat pulsing between her legs that she didn't understand.
As much as she could, she used both hands placed flat on the mattress to push herself up, her back against the front of his body fully now. A glint of metal appeared next to her face on her right side, and she heard the telltale shink of his finger knives beside her ear. "Ah ah ah,"
Rebecca gulped in fear. Now there was truly no escape. He was going to kill her, right here in her own bed. Her parents were going to find her in a mess of bloody sheets and guts, and God only knew what would happen with her soul. Probably be trapped in here for eternity with this crispy bastard. The thought made her irrational, her fear getting the better of her. She let out a loud, long scream, trying to break out of his hold by any means. Her struggling barely phased him - he just continued to hold her down. She could imagine the triumphant smirk on his face; he finally had her right where he wanted her. "You can scream all you want," That voice teased from behind her, "But no one's gonna save you from me."
"No, Freddy, please don't," she whimpered, her fate flashing before her eyes.
"C'mon, Beck," He licked a line up the back of her left ear, "Where's all that bravado from before?" Beck was another thing only associated with her... although she couldn't remember where she'd heard it from.
Roughly, Freddy twisted a hand into her hair and wrenched her head back, causing a yelp from her. The noise seemed to excite him, and she now felt the swell of his perversion pressed against her backside as she lay flat on her stomach. He rocked his hips forward, grinding himself against her crotch, that voice appearing in her right eat now next to the razors, "You used to like that, gone soft on me kiddo?" She squeezed her eyes shut. Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wa- "Nuh uh, you're stuck here with me for a while." There was a grin in his deviant voice, "I made sure you'd be good and tired so you'd sleep through the whole night - can't have you wakin' up while we're having so much fun." This was punctuated by a rather wicked chuckle, which she could feel vibrating into her back through his chest. Oh God, she thought. Was he going to kill her while he was raping her? Was he going to kill her and then rape her?
Suddenly, loud, raucous laughter came from right by her head, to which she jerked in surprise. What's so funny? What the hell is his problem?!
"Baby, I'm not gonna kill you!" He sounded surprised, among his amusement, that she would even consider such a thing. She felt a pang of anger in her chest. When he was laying on her back, holding her facedown and clinking his razors next to her ear, how the hell was she to know what his intentions were? She didn't want him near her, especially not if he was going to laugh at her.
"Well, excuse me all over the place," She grumbled, unable to hold her tongue. If she didn't watch it, he'd be the one holding her tongue after he'd severed it from her body, of course.
"Mmmm," His lustful groan from behind her shut her right up. His razorless hand closed over her left shoulder sensually and squeezed. "There's that fire."
Gulping, her lips moving with a mind of their own even though it would probably earn her reprimand, and she retorted in a squeak, "If you play with fire, you're sure to get burned." Adding the cherry on top of her death sentence, she murmured so quietly she could barely hear herself, "But you already know that..."
There was a pause, a moment of no movement or sound. This is it, she thought, squeezing her eyes shut. This is where he kills me. All because I can't keep my stupid mouth shut, oh my God...
Stock still, she felt his chest press against her back, and the pressure of his chin on her left shoulder. His breath warmed the side of her face, and she squeezed her eyes shut once again. Christ...
Instead of the pain she had expected, low, rumbling laughter came from him. She waited for the imminent agony of razors digging into her skin, bracing herself for the suddenness of it.
"Can I just tell you..." Came his voice in her ear. This is it, this is it, oh my God, please PLEASE- "How much I've missed you?" Her thoughts came screeching to a halt. ...What? Out loud, she tried to voice her confusion, but fear mixed with the pressure of his chest on her back was making it hard for her to breathe once again, let alone speak. "Don't worry," His razor fingers next to her right ear clinked, metal on metal. "I'll help you remember me."
His free hand suddenly plunged between her legs from behind, stopping her from saying whatever she'd been about to say and making her let out a strangled noise that she'd never made before. The fingers had snaked right past her panties, not even attempting finesse. His weight on her back still prevented her from going anywhere, and now she was frozen from sensation as well. Freddy nuzzled his face into her hair as his burnt, abraded fingers wormed into her warmth, and he let out a groan against the back of her head, "Ohhh, as wet as ever..."
All coherent thought flew straight out of mind, and Rebecca remembered everything.