I do not own NOES or anything to do with it

SMUT! Even though I have never written about smut before. Heh heh.

Freddy: with blood?

…

Freddy: PLEASE!

Oki, maybe…

Freddy: maybe means no.

Ugh, fine, I'll throw in some blood

Freddy: Hell yeah!

"You came back," he chuckled, rubbing his blades together. Limping forwards in an odd half step fashion, her smirked from beneath his dirty Fedora, "You missed me didn't you."? After a moments silence, he heard her shrug her shoulders; staring, those eyes just staring. "Did you look at my book," she finally said, sending an odd wave of relief through him as the clicking of metal stopped. He rolled his head to the side, inches from her now. "I don't have time to read," he muttered.

"It's a picture book, I think you can manage," she retorted. With a rush of heat and a low guttural growl he sent a hand up to her throat pinning her up against the boiler. A loud thud and clang sounded as her head smashed against the metal- hands clawing at his wrists, desperately trying to breath. Relishing in her struggle, for all the stress she had put him through, (with out even being around for that matter) he brushed a long blade along her cheek- in its wake a red sea began to boil up. "Bitch," he breathed rising his face to hers. Sweet, watermelon breath, hit his face causing his grip to loosen slightly from her neck. Grunting, he averted his eyes to the blood forming on her cheek and greedily took it in his mouth. Hardly tasting the metallic liquid, he lapped at her skin- tasting of sweet vanilla with a hint of salt from the sweat that started to form when she was spasuming for air. He smirked, "oh, you will be a fun toy to break," he whispered in her ear, and licked slowly up the side of her face. She was absolutely delectable.

"How have you liked the people," she managed through a wispy voice, still clutching his wrist and hand. Immediately, she was on the floor away from him. Curled up in a heap on the ground, he stared at her. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"What did you think, the hypnocil would suddenly stop working?" she teased, eyeing him for the first time with a mischievous gleam. He growled, and She chuckled amused by how flustered he had become; was she trying to turn the tables on him. This was his world, and the fucking bitch was trying to make it her own. He should have stabbed her eyes out ages ago. "It is called a placebo," she toned in a hushed voice, long locks of black covering her face as she tried to straighten up from her position on the floor. "I mixed the order up for the hypnocil, and the pharmacies have three months worth of placebos stocked up in the back," she muttered. "How," he growled, slightly offended by her tone. "I work there, and you of all people should know how dense adults can be," she cooed. He was disgusted, why was she claiming things about him as if she knew who he was. For all the likely hood in the world, she was probably just some psycho fan who had looked through the history files on him. He shuddered at the thought of one of his obsessed victims; they practically had their room changed into a shrine of him.

Taken a back by the situation, Freddy stared in what was less so anger, then confusion. She deliberately was sending him people; sending him traffic. Was this bitch crazy? In the process she had even doomed herself… Maybe she was just stupid. He chuckled at the thought; he would certainly have to repay her for all her… kindness.

Smirking, he began to stroll over to her, with paced long strides. Eyes burning with lust and furry, he stared her trembling body down as it backed away from him slowly- scooting by on the ground desperately. "You didn't think you willed all of these people here, did you," she bravely teased, though her body's cowardice betrayed her voice. In one fowl swoop, her caught her by the neck and sent her crashing through the ground with him, down onto a lumpy bed. It was an old metal framed bed, creaking, and terribly uncomfortable. It was as if some one wrapped up a comforter and tried to pass it off as a mattress. Groaning, Angel threw the back of her hand against her forehead trying to get back in tune with her spinning body; and there Freddy stood, beside her waiting for her to open her eyes. She was wearing jeans as always, and a long sleeved black shirt. Why did she always cover her body up, it was so sensual. Flicking a blade out, he caught the button of her pants, causing it to fly off and reveal a colorful bit of fabric beneath. Freddy grinned, bighting his lip and chuckling when he saw her wide eyes. Too afraid to move, seeing that his blades were awfully close to her, she lay stark still staring, with those damned eyes. Watching her tear up, he dragged the claw up her stomach barely brushing the skin. A Small sound of caught fabric, and then a large ripping noise, rang out in the bitch's ears causing her to whimper. "Don't touch me," she said stiffly, clutching the sheets beneath her as the blade reached up tapping her collarbone. "Oh, my little Angel," she flinched at the word angel, causing him to break his speech momentarily, "my little Angel, I have to pay back the favor." He chuckled crawling onto the bed and straddling her hips, all the while keeping a blade firmly against her chest. Sliding, his scarred hand on the back of her soft neck, he shuddered in pleasure at the feel of her skin and leaned in to devour her lips. Faster then himself, she tilted her head to the side and bit his neck hard enough to leave a mark on his already destroyed skin. Letting out a deep and low growl, he slapped the side of her face and shoved her back down against the bed; flying down and devouring her lips- these lush full lips against his thin crisp ones. He finished off the shirt he had already torn in half earlier, removing it from her porcelain colored skin. Breaking the kiss, her gasping just next to his ear as she clamored for breath, he looked down at her scarred body with lust and want, as he felt the bulge in his pant grow…

God what had she done, of course he wouldn't remember. Now look where she was. She began to thrash desperately beneath him, rolling her hips and kicking her legs to try and set her self free of his grasp; but, all she succeeded in doing was rubbing up against his man hood. Whimpering she felt a damaged hand rove up her side slowly, patiently, sending chills of want up her spine. Just below her breast, the hand stopped making her thrash her head to the side. Teasingly, his thumb rubbed tentatively over the sensitive skin just beneath her breast, never touching it just relishing in the manner that it repulsed the little thing. "Look at me," he growled, she obeyed reluctantly, and he, once again, claimed her mouth, shoving and forcing his tongue deep with in her. Groaning, she shut her eyes, almost gagging on him as he roved about through her mouth with such ferocity that she thought her mouth would be destroyed. Half the mind to bight him, she recalled him ripping her shirt off in a tattered mess, and decided she would try to hold out as long as she could by not provoking him further.

Choking, she whimpered into his mouth, only ebbing him on to continue his endeavor with ten times more fervor. Cupping her breast firmly, in one scared hand and squeezing roughly, she heard a small groaning from with in his throat. Feeling her eyes well up in shame, she felt a tear streak down her face as her body convulsed with a suppressed cry. Her hands made their way between them and tried to force him off of her; and with eyes filled with rage he broke his kiss, panting, growling, and leaving her windblown. A soft click, sounded beside her ear, making her freeze in pure terror.

"Oh god, not again, don't cut me again," she pleaded. Slowly lowering his hand to her neck, she felt the blades tickle and press upon her skin; but she dare not move, she just lay still as stone with her hands still on Freddy's chest. 'Don't, don't, don't,' she thought. Slowly and almost lovingly, he trailed his cool blades along her shoulder, and slowly up against the length of her arm. He smelled so good, why did it have to happen like this. Surprised her eyes widened as he touched her hand. Hypnotized by her own confusion, she hadn't realized how he was slowly moving backwards from her, and his other hand was dangerously close to having he pants slipped clear off. She screamed, trying to crawl backwards away from him now that she was somewhat free- making it to the headboard with out her pants. With a low growl, he sneered at her, crashing her back against the headboard. Scarred hand at her neck, he grew much calmer as his gloved hand moved down to her pink lacy panties, "you dressed your self up for me, how naughty," he smirked as he lightly played with her through the fabric, making her shut her eyes. She didn't want to see him, didn't want to see the man using her and making her feel this way. She hated him; she wanted him dead for doing this. 'Don't, please don't,' she thought, too afraid to vocalize her pleading.

Against her will, her hips began to rock against the flat back of the blade, as she bit her lip in an effort to suppress her pent up moans. "Oh, you like me don't you, bitch," his gloved hand pulled away only to return in sharp flicks that just caught her skin. "Stop…" she whimpered, looking up at him, "please stop."

Xxxxxxx

She was clean-shaven, bare of anything, and most of all she was poring out wetness. He smirked, "slut," He mumbled. "Please, stop," he heard near his ear. Chuckling to him self, the back of his blades began to pay around with her clit again. "You say no, but your body says yes." He forced her down on the bed, not caring that the back of her head went crashing down onto the headboard again. She was his, she was his bitch, and no one would have her. Licking the small cuts his knives produced on the skin beneath her panties, he relished in her sweet taste, adoring every whimper he forced from her. Not enough blood though. Growling and throwing her legs over his shoulders, he bit down on the skin just above her clit, sending her body arching upward to force out the most horrifying scream he thought he had heard in a long time- oh, and he loved it. Legs clamping around his head and forcing his lips to press harder against her, he dove a fing curiously inside of her. She was tight, hot as hell, and poring out a stream of wetness. Feeling himself becoming painfully harder, he clamped his mouth around her clit and wound- sucking, licking everything she had to give him. Bladed hand traveling ups her stomach and to her chest to keep her down, he couldn't help but shiver at how good she tasted. Sweet, just like watermelon and he could hear her insistent whimpering that was driving him completely up the wall. Damn her, why couldn't she just sit back and take him, she knew she wanted him, needed him even. His tongue drug up from her clit to her neck sending chills down her spine, "No, stop…" He growled silencing her in an instant, as he removed him self from his prison. She whimpered, tears falling from her face, as he rested his man hood at her entrance. Bighting her lip she stared into his flaming eyes as he put pressure on her; she turned her head away, bighting her lip harder and shoving her hand out between them again. "Look at me," he growled; she refused, even as his bladed hand moved her hands up to rest on his back. While the others set her legs further apart for his own benefit. He waited for what was only a second (but felt like minutes) for her to look at him; why wouldn't she look at him. He wanted to see those damn eyes now, see them break and shatter better then he could ever do with his blades. He wanted to destroy those eyes, and wanted to watch them be destroyed. "Look at me, bitch," he shouted. He would taint his little angle.

Covering her body with his; she finally looked up at him, her eyes terrified and glassy. Smirking he pressed only the tip into her forcing her scream: he was too big, and she was too small. "Damn your so tight," he groaned breathing heavy as her body clamped down against him trying to push him out of her. With out any warning, he thrust into her letting out a deep groan of pure ecstasy- even though the girl beneath him was screaming and crying for him to leave her. "Get off of m…" she began to scream but was silenced by the click of his claws at her jugular again, leaving her a sobbing heap beneath him. "You know you want it," Freddy teased, as he began to pull out of her, "I am going to break you my little angel." She whimpered breathlessly. Bighting her lip and readying her self for the second assault, he nails dug deep into his back. Slamming his hips against her once more, he began to pound into her over, and over again. Bruising her pelvis with his blows, making her shriek for him to release her. He reclaimed her mouth, breathing heavily when ever he broke form it, only to return again, hungry for more. Forcing his mouth against hers like he had never kissed before, he slipped his tongue about her mouth famished for her attention; but he received none, only a fight. Growling down her throat, he began to pump faster… harder… over and over.

Legs flying up around his waste she could feel her body squeezing against his length as he rocked into her, she wanted him, she needed him. Letting her mouth go from his persistent attention, he moved to her nipples. Panting as he pumped with more wildness into her, sending scream after scream and moan after moan ringing in the air above their sweating bodies. Those supple breasts, they were perfect: a full handful, no more and no less. Taking her nipple in his mouth, he could taste the sweet salt from her skin just around her hardened nipple, biting it and licking them in large circles.

Body arching, her hips shot up against his craving more. Gasping at the contact, he bit down on her pink flesh sending a shrill scream from his angel's tiny lungs. "Stop, your hurting me!" she shouted, practically sobbing, as his hips frantically fought against her own. Ignoring her pleading, he groaned and moaned above her quivering body, taking a bight just under her collar bone- with enough force to draw blood. Her heart was racing against his own chest, so much so that he could see it bursting out of her ribs all together; he wouldn't mind helping it.

Feeling her nails dig through his stripped shirt and onto his back, he shudder throwing him self at her. She was going to come, he could feel it. The heat between them was rising, and her body was clambering against him desperately trying to keep up with his trashing, he could smell the blood every where, form his little cuts to his bights, and he was sure he could feel some rubbing against his shaft. Throwing her legs from around him, that were preventing his movement, he clawed his hands into the bed beside the shivering girl. She was bleeding everywhere, all over his bed, crying, moaning, and bucking up at him for more. Unable to control him self he smashed back into her harder and faster, thrust after thrust, with out a moments pause. Viciously and unforgivably, he crashed against her hips feeling her body clamp hard against him for moments on end. His head thrown back she heard her moan, so deep in pure ecstasy, that he shuddered and felt him self seize up with in her. Taking one final thrust, he was spent, growling over her and looking deep with in those green eyes. They were shattered, broken, and destroyed.

Limply, he lay on top of her weak and frail body, soaking up in her blood and scent. She felt limp, so fragile that he fantasized just tapping her with a claw and she would shatter into a million pieces. His length still incased in her warmth felt ridiculously snug in the depth of her core, and he resented having to leave his new plaything. What seemed like hours past before he willed himself to move; there was this peculiar feeling in the pit of his stomach and another in the back of his mind. Able to deny the latter he couldn't help but feel the need to hold onto her- chalking it up to him wanting to fuck her again. Groaning to him self he opened his eyes, but met nothing- just a grey bloody bed. Jumping up from his spot he stared down at the empty bed beneath. The bitch wasn't there…

She woke up…