Disclaimer: Okay, in case you haven't read my profile, I'm re-writing 'Obsessed.' I'm just not happy with a lot of it, and I think it could be better. Don't worry; I'm not deleting the old version just yet. I also deleted 'Twisted', the sequel, because I don't like it and I can't seem to get it right. Anyways, I'm counting on you guys to review this new version, so I can decide whether the old or new is more popular. I own nothing. Enjoy!

Prologue

I just didn't understand it. One minute, my family was here… and the next, they simply vanished. Where the hell could they be? I prowled the 'Hall of Horrors', but it was basically a long hallway branching off into a wider area, so there weren't many places for people to hide. Had they left? But… there was no reason for them to do that. Perhaps I could see my brother thinking it would be a funny joke, but my mother would definitely never go along with it.

"Mom? Dad? Anthony? Where are you guys?"

There was no answer. The wax figures of horror legends, frozen in threatening poses, looked down upon my plight coldly.

I swallowed heavily, feeling the first trickle of fear down my spine. I raced to the exit door and pulled, but to my horror, it wouldn't open. "Fuck," I hissed. I pulled and pushed and kicked, but the door didn't budge. This didn't make sense. How the hell could it be locked? "Mom! Dad!" I yelled, banging my fist painfully against the door. "Let me out, please! This isn't funny!"

I cast a glance behind me. None of the figures really scared me, except for one. A replica of Hannibal Lecter, clad in his blue prison uniform, stood menacingly behind a sheet of glass. The walls behind him were splattered with blood, and I could vaguely make out a human shape lying behind him. His eyes sent shivers all over my body.

"Let me out!" I screamed, pounding harder, but there was no answer.

Suddenly, it occurred to me that perhaps this wasn't real. Maybe it was just a dream.

"Okay," I told myself. "I just have to wake up, then."

"Oh, I don't think so, Miss Saunders." A low voice spoke from behind me, a voice both terrifying and entrancing.

I turned around slowly.

Hannibal Lecter was grinning at me, his hands pressed against the glass, leaving bloody palm prints. That was the problem with dreams. The impossible became very, very possible.

"Erm, I'd love to stay," I said nervously, pressing myself against the door. "But, you know… I kind of don't want to die."

His grin widened, and I noticed that his teeth were stained red. Oh, just lovely. "Oh, I know what you want. But what you want doesn't matter."

I closed my eyes and willed myself to wake up, gathering all my strength, yet there was something blocking me, keeping me here. Fuck fuck fuck FUCK! I began to panic as I opened my eyes, eyeing the cannibal warily. "Why would you want to eat me?" I asked, trying to reason with him. "I've done nothing to you… or Clarice or anything. I haven't bothered you in any way. Can't you just let me leave?"

I know you must think I'm insane. It's just a dream, right? Besides, Hannibal Lecter isn't real, right?

Wrong.

You see, things are a bit more complicated than you think. It's not as simple as real and not real. But now isn't the time to explain about the world and such things. This is my dream, my story, my warning.

"I'm particularly hungry, Miss Saunders, and you happen to be here. I'm very sorry, but it's a bit of a wrong place, wrong time sort of situation. I'm sure a girl like you will understand." Suddenly, the sheet of glass vanished. The only thing standing between me and death was gone.

This called for drastic action.

My eyes rested on the wax figure of Freddy Krueger, his bladed arm poised to strike. "Okay, Freddy, now would be a good time to help!" I called desperately. "I could really use your help, actually!"

Lecter began to walk towards me slowly, like a cat stalking a bird, knowing the poor bird stood no chance. "Mr. Krueger won't help you, foolish child," he hissed. "I thought you were smarter than that."

Everything that happened next happened in a blur of bodies and silver. Lecter lunged forward, and I screamed, covering my head with my hands and falling to the side. I sensed another form moving, however, and there was a thud and a groan. Then I heard a snarl, something slashing through flesh, and a dark chuckle.

"It's okay, darlin', you can open your eyes."

The raspy, dark voice caused my heart to soar. My eyes flew open and I struggled to my feet, surveying the scene before me.

Lecter lay on the ground, panting heavily, four long slashes in his chest. The blood trickled out sluggishly, staining his prison uniform dark crimson. Freddy stood over him, smirking, his blades glinting with blood. "That's what you get when you mess with my girl," he hissed, winking at me.

I couldn't help but smile back. Yes, Freddy was a child murderer and psychopath. But… I was attracted to him, simple as that. His darkness and cynicism was unbearably alluring, and he made me laugh. He could be sweet and incredibly charming, so much so that it made me forget what he was. Now I realize he had overwhelming power over me, but at that time I didn't mind.

"I thought I was done for," I remarked, watching Lecter die.

Freddy gasped, acting hurt. "I can't believe you'd think I would let you get eaten," he growled playfully.

In the distance, I heard an alarm ringing.

He grinned, walking towards me, and stopped when we were mere inches apart. He rested his bloody blades gently against my cheek, and leaned forward so his mouth was beside my ear. I shivered with pleasure, feeling his rough sweater against my arm.

"Time to wake up, Alicia."

My eyes flew open, and for a moment I expected to see Lecter's face in front of mine. Instead, I was staring at my ceiling, my alarm clock ringing cheerfully in my ear. Smiling, I relaxed, leaning over to shut off the alarm.

"Alicia!" My mom's voice came from downstairs. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah!" I yelled in response, rolling out of bed and yawning. I looked at myself in the mirror, noticing the blood smeared on my cheek. I giggled like a schoolgirl, a warm flush of pleasure spreading across my stomach. I loved realizing that it had been real, that it wasn't just a dream. That I was special, because really, who could say that Freddy Krueger appeared to them in their dreams? Better yet, who could say Freddy Krueger was in love with them?

I could. At least, that's what I believed. Sure, our relationship was unconventional, but love is blind, right?

Oh, if only I knew how true that actually was.