Disclaimer: I only own the plot, Jenny, Marie, and the Fitzgeralds. I definitely do not own Freddy Krueger. But if I did… oh, the possibilities.

Background Information: This is a sequel of sorts to my other story, Just A Little Nightmare. It basically plays with the idea of "What if Olivia was also one of Freddy's children?" Ideas are welcome from anyone, so just PM me. I love having reader-input. Also, this chapter is pretty much dedicated to the most awesome Beta since ever! Tan tan, you're totally awesome.

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"Aw come on Jenny, go to sleep already!"

"I don't wanna," screeched a little blonde child, around the ripe age of seven. She stomped her foot in frustration. Her hands were clenched into tiny fists, and her lower lip was pouted.

An older girl sighed. Marie was angry, she had tried and tried, but that little brat would not get into her bed and go to sleep! Jenny's parents had said she would put up a fight, but Marie hadn't known it would be this bad. Honestly, the girl was like the devil's incarnate!

That's it, no more Ms. Nice Babysitter, "Jenny! Get your behind into bed right now, you hear me? No more games!" She grabbed the blonde's arm and started to carry her upstairs. Jenny struggled and tried to get away.

"No, no, no! I can't," Jenny screamed as she was pushed into her room. The kid was plopped unceremoniously onto the sheets. She huffed and crossed her arms, the pout that had vanished with the struggling returning to her face.

Marie rolled her eyes as she looked at her charge; this girl was really a handful. Honestly, Marie didn't think she was strung out for this type of work. Childrearing was not her cup of tea at all. Of course, she had just moved to the Big Apple, so it was only expected that she had nothing better to do at this hour of the night. There was also the fact that the Fitzgerald folks paid her practically in diamonds.

What had Mrs. Fitzgerald say to do if Jenny got out of hand? She rolled her eyes, of course, how could she forget? "Speak to Jennifer and ask her why she chooses to behave in this fashion. And then try to accommodate her needs and see to it that she understands your point of view on the subject as well. She will listen." That snooty voice rang out in her head. That woman was convinced she could predict her child just because she was majoring in psychiatry. Mrs. Fitzgerald wasn't even much older than herself! She had just happened to "fall in love" with Mr. Fitzgerald as he was nursing a broken heart over his third wife. Crazy gold-digger.

Well, it was worth a shot. "Jenny? Why can't you fall asleep? What's the matter," Marie asked in a soothing type of voice. She pushed her auburn hair out of her eyes to get a better view of Jenny.

"He's going to get me Marie! He's going to come and hurt me," Jenny burst into tears. "I don't want him to hurt me."

Marie paused, her eyes opening wide. He's going to hurt her? Was Jenny being abused? Was her dad or step mom beating her or something, dare she say it, worse? She knew Jenny wasn't exactly little miss perfect, but there was no reason for them to beat their own daughter! But Jenny didn't say her father did it, only that some guy had hurt her. Mr. Fitzgerald was too nice to harm his own flesh and blood, she was sure.

Then who was it? Marie voiced her question, "Jenny honey, who is going to hurt you? Who is he?" She laid a comforting arm on the child's shoulder. An uncle maybe? A business friend could have done it. She recalled Jenny mentioning how many associates came over to the house to discuss work with the Fitzgeralds.

Jenny sniffled and looked up at Marie from her place on the bed. She couldn't tell anyone. No way. She didn't want Marie to get hurt, Marie was nice to her! Unlike her new mommy, but Jenny wouldn't even tell her new mommy. No one deserved to be hurt like that. Marie was the only lady person who cared about her. "I don't want to say! He'll only hurt you if I tell."

Marie creased her brows. Would whoever touched Jenny come after her? Not if she had anything to say. Marie would simply call the police and report it. Yes, that's exactly what she'd do. And if the creep who harmed Jenny got to her, well, that would be dealt with then. There was no way in heaven or hell she would let Jenny be hurt anymore.

"Please Jenny? You can tell me. I promise I'll be fine. I won't let him touch you ever again. He won't scare you anymore."

Jenny snuck another glance at her babysitter, maybe she could do something. Marie was the bestest babysitter ever. Surely if anyone could stop him, it would be her. She did promise. "F-Freddy will."

Freddy? She didn't remember ever hearing about a guy named Freddy. Well, she was just the babysitter. Probably didn't even go by Freddy anyways. Probably just Mr. whatever his last name was. Perhaps she would recognize him by his last name? Marie wasn't really on a first name basis with everyone who went in and out of the Fitzgerald's Manhattan apartment. They did own the building, so it could be someone who just happened to live or work there.

"Jenny? I need you tell me Freddy's last name. Please? I can't help you if I don't know who he is," Marie stated softly. She moved to sit on the bed next to Jenny, her arm still on the child's shoulder. Whoever this bastard was hurting Jenny, forget the police. She was going to hunt him down herself.

The blonde girl whispered something, whether it was a prayer or the last name, Marie wasn't sure. But after a few seconds, Jenny's voice got a little louder as she said, "Freddy… Krueger."

That name certainly didn't ring a bell, Marie thought. Who the heck was Freddy Krueger? Where did Jenny know him from? Marie also voiced those particular thoughts.

Jenny looked up with wide eyes, "He's the evil man! He has this really gross skin! And he has these claws! They're so scary! They make this noise," she let out a screeching sound and continued, "and he comes when you're asleep. So no one can help you! The only reason I got away is because I woke up!"

What? Marie's concern practically disappeared. That was all? It was only a nightmare? She really shouldn't have let Jenny watch those horror movies, they were starting to get to her.

There was no way on earth a killer could come into someone's dreams and then do his work there. "Oh come on Jen, that's not true. That was just a dream."

Jenny got really mad at this. She got off the bed and started yelling at Marie. "I'm telling the truth! You don't believe me and now he's going to come after you and me! If I'm not telling the truth, what's this from then?"

Jenny pulled her shirt up to show her stomach with such a violent motion, it startled the already freaked-out babysitter. Along her stomach were four long gashes, each barely healing. They couldn't have happened more than a day ago. Marie gave out a large gasp and pulled Jenny closer so she could examine the wounds.

It was worse than she thought. That was it; she was definitely going to kill the person who did this. But first, she was calling the police and reporting child abuse.