A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please don't flame me. Although I do accept constructive criticism and of course any positive reviews lol. It will contain sexual content between Freddy and Kyra, so if you're not into the whole Freddy romance scenario then I suggest you don't read this story. Or if you do read the story and you disagree with it, then please don't flame me, because it is a waste of time
Disclaimer: I do not own Freddy or any of the Nightmare on Elm Street franchise. I do own my character Kyra.
Kyra sat in her room, thinking about the dream that she had the night before. 'It seemed so…so real!' she thought to herself. She could remember each scene in the dream vividly. The way he had kissed her, the way he had touched her…it sent a shiver down her spine just thinking about it. Sure it would have been ok if the content of the dream had just been a one off thing…but it wasn't. Ever since Kyra saw Freddy vs. Jason four years ago, the burnt man in the red and green striped sweater and dirty brown fedora came to visit her dreams at least once every week. What Kyra didn't understand was why she dreamt these dreams. Up until the age of 14, she had always been terrified of any kind of horror movie. But after facing her fears and deciding to see Freddy vs. Jason Kyra gained a newfound appreciation for them. After seeing it for the first time, Kyra never looked at Freddy in "that" way…but when she went to bed back in 2003 after watching it…there he was. But she didn't fear him, and he didn't hurt her. Their bodies met and the dream progressed from there. That was in 2003, it was now 2007 and Kyra was 18 years old. She was tall with a porcelain skin tone, bright blue eyes and golden blonde hair.
'It's been so long since my first dream with him!' thought Kyra. 'I can't believe that I've actually fallen for him…Freddy isn't even real, but yet he satisfies me and I crave the night just to be with him."
She shook her head as if she were trying to shake the thoughts from her mind. She couldn't believe that a goody two-shoes like herself had fallen for one of the masters of horror. The fact that her friends all thought she was a nutcase for even having those kinds of dreams didn't make things any better.
A/N: Sorry that chapter's short. Please read and review: D