Hi! I haven't updated for a while, I have been watching other movies lately, Hellraiser, Halloween and Friday the 13th and I didn't feel like writing about NOES when I have my head full of other things. But since I decided that I love Pinhead, Michael and Jason as much as I love Freddy, I decided that my little story will slowly evolve into a crossover, because me and Kaelen, we both love these horror movie icons and she wants to meet them all. :-) Anyway, enjoy the next chapter.

Chapter 7.

She was running. She didn't know for how long she was trying to escape him now, but it had to be an hour at least already. Seriously, if you would find a letter from your long dead grandparent that would tell you that an all powerful dream killer cannot really kill you because of your family heritage, would you believe it? Probably not. Or at least you wouldn't want to try it because every little slash from the little knives of his still hurts like hell. So, when Kaelen found herself in the dream world again, she really wasn't planning to give him any chances.

Since she found that letter in the attic, all of her sleeping problems mysteriously vanished, and so she was once again able to enter the dream world normally. She secretly suspected that Freddy was somehow keeping her from dreaming because he was furious that she didn't die, she was actually right, at least with the second part of her suspition.

But this time, as she was looking around the boiler room, she knew that a lot of things will be different from now on. The first thing she noticed were actually her clothes. Although she went to sleep in her pajamas as always, she was staring in surprise on what she was wearing now. It wasn't anything special, just black jeans, a blue jacket of the same material, with a white fur collar, a black t-shirt under it, and a black leather shoes just under her knees. It was actually her favourite outfit, and she wondered if this was created by her own subconscious to make her feel... safer maybe. "Cool." she whispered silently. "Perhaps I have something after all."

The second thing was the silence, almost deadly silence. It was strange and sinister and she didn't like it at all. Even Freddy's creepy laugh was better than this. Slowly, she began to descent a nearby metal staircase, and she ended in a wide corridor filled with a long row of boilers on one side. She continued forward, until she found another stairs, a smaller stairs heading up towards a platform. As soon as she saw it, she stopped. She recognised this place. Quickly she ran up the stairs to confirm her suspition. Yes, it was it. This was the place where he nearly fell to his death. Only this time, the railing was back on, like it never happened. But she recognised every little detail.

Slowly, she moved herself closer to the edge, and glanced across the railing down. She could imagine the painful death he would experience if she wouldn't help him. He must've knew that too, and still there was no gratitude from him towards her. Partly, she felt anger because of that, but still, what could you really expect from someone like him.

Suddenly, they was a loud bang behind her and when she turned, she covered her mouth in shock of what she saw. There stood Freddy Krueger, looking like he was when he was alive. His right hand was all bloody, a large bite wound just above his gloved wrist. She lowered he eyes when she heard a low growl and there he was, just as she remembered him, the dog, staggering confusedly for a second, before he leapt towards Freddy's menacing figure. She didn't need to see the raised glove to know what will happen next, but the sounds were enough for her. Covering her eyes now, she whimpered, once again remembering that day. When she put her hands down again, there was nothing, everything was silent once more. But as she turned and started to leave, she could hear his voice behind her. "Just like the old times, huh? I thought I would show you, since you weren't around to be in the front row." She whirled around and stared angrily in the burned face of Freddy Krueger, his eyes glinting with amusement at her feelings. He tilted his head to one side, and she took a hesitant step towards him. He scratched the boiler with his claws and the sound it emited took all the little courage she had and she backed away. He laughed at this and pointed down to the ground in front of her. She looked down, and saw the bloodied corpse of the hound, his blood flowing out around her legs. That's when she turned and ran away, his laugh following her.

Since then, she was running, until now. He would occasionaly jump on her from behind the corner, but she knew he was just playing games with her. She was getting tired. Stopping, she bend forward to catch her breath, panting slightly. When she felt his presence behind her she stood up and turned around, just before she felt his left hand wrapping around her neck, and she coughted, trying to struggle against him. He only tighten his grip. Her eyes widened as her blood rushed into her brain, and that was when it suddenly happen.

Some strange, unknown feeling appeared deep in her chest as she took hol of his hand and slowly, very slowly, she starting to move it from her throat. She could sense his growing confusing, as she tore his mutilated fingeres from her flesh. She staggered backwards from him, and watched him glancing from his hand on her and back, before he rushed forward with his glove raised above his head. He slashed at her and she jumped back, dodging his blow. Backing away, she tried to stay calm, while she watched as he furiously advanced on her, fuming like an angry bull.

She looked around her and saw a rusty pipe, particially ripped from the wall. She took the other end, and with a sharp pull she tore it from it's rusty hinges. She gripped it tightly, thinking what to do next, when he jumped at her. She held the pipe out towards him, and the metal collided with his blades with a loud clank. But as she looked at the makeshift weapon in her hand, she saw as it, to her suprise, began to change, change and transform in her trembling, shaking hand. Slowly, the tube-shaped object get thinner, until it resembled a blade, the cold surface under her fingers vanished as a smooth, leathery handle appeared in it's place. When she looked at the thing in her hand again, it was no longer a pipe, but a dagger, more like a short, steel sword. She stared at it in awe for a few seconds, before she turned to Freddy. He was standing there, a strange mix of fear and anger in his eyes, but then she roared and went for an attack again.

"Wow." she just breathed out, before she was forced to swing the blade in his direction to stop him from slicing her in half. But she could clearly see that he was not as certain as before. The demon was furiously trying to hit her, which caused him to loose his concentration on the attacks, and one time, she managed to quickly slip past him while he swung his knives at her, before she kicked him in his ass with all the strenght she had. He didn't expect that and so he fell on the ground, and growled in anger as he hit his head. She took a step towards him, but just then, she could feel herself vanishing from the dream world, she was waking up, and he could feel that too. The last thing she saw before she woke up, was the red eyes hatefuly burning into hers as he raised his head from the ground to look at her.

The next moment she sat up straight in her bed. She rubbed he eyes and glanced to the window, then to the clock. It was short time after seven, and she could be still sleeping, even that there was already light outside. Normally, she loved sleeping late at the weekends, but it wasn't like she wanted to go back to sleep. She wouldn't be able to fall asleep again today either.

So she got out of bed and walked to the window. She looked out, watching the rising sun for a while, and then she remembered what was so special about this perticular day. It was her birthday. She was looking forward to celebrate the occasion, it would be no big party, just a small time together with her mother and Jane, she really woudn't want it any other way.

So she was happy when it finally was the afternoon. Her mother tried to behave like nothing was happening, but she never was much good in that. Jane came soon after the lunch, and Kaelen had to roll her eyes as she was whispering something with her mother when they thought she was not listening. But in the end, she didn't want to spoil their fun.

It was finally in the evening when they decided it was time to present her with her gift. She was anxious all they about it and they knew it, fortunately her mother never knew that the secret was partly revealed. So Kaelen was prepared for what she will see, she was training the fake surprise she was gonna show to make her mother happy, when they lead her outside to the field. At least she thought she was prepared, because she wasn't, not for this.

There was indeed, a horse, waiting for her behind the fence, but it wasn't a horse she haven't seen before. Even that it was only for a few minutes, she immediately recognised the ebony coloured animal, the raven black mane, long, strong legs, that promised a great speed, but mostly, the beautiful head, with those deep black, shiny eyes, that seemed to gleamed with unusual inteligence. She reconised him. It was the horse from her dream, the one that saved her. Now the surprise seriously wasn't faked. As she watched the horse before her, her eyes locked with his, she felt a strong need to go to him, to touch him, and so she did. Slowly, carefully, she approached him. The horse, as if encouraging her, lowered his head, so she could put her arms around his neck. She hugged him and they stayed like this for a few minutes, seemingly for eternity, before she remembered her companions, and so she turned to them and opened her mouth, before closing it again, still unable to say anything. But the expressions on their faces told her that there was no need for words, so she just simply hugged them both too, all the time feeling the stare of her new friend on her back. Little did she know, how important the horse will become for her and that his entrance into her life was not a mere coincidence.