I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING TO DO WITH NOES

So the last one was a bit of fun right?

Freddy: Perv.

Don't interrupt! Any how, I like to put a little break in my stories when there is a lot of emotional tension going on and... well

Freddy: content that in nature is quite dark?

Yes. Any how, it was intended to get to know the future "Angel," and believe me the theme seen will come back later to bight you in the butt.

Freddy: How unpleasant. Check for rabies everyone!

Jerk. This chapter is back to the drama and angst and...

Freddy: do you need me to finish your sentence.

No, shut up. You all get the point I hope. Thanks for reading!

Flowers, fresh cut grass, and wet dirt. It was early, very early, before any of the families had gotten there. Freddy was just rising, fixing his sweater over her torso and dragging a hand through his brown locks with a heavy yawn. Brighter then most summers he shielded his eyes, squinting and doing his best to see properly. They're just beyond, two figures; one a bit taller then the other, sitting under the tree against the trunk and the other in their lap. Nearing them he came to see it was Angel, her hair tied up in a cute pony tale, and Nancy in her lap, wearing a little pink dress. It was precious and he couldn't help but smile at the sight. They were reading a book, well Nancy was reading, at least making an effort.

"You two are here early," he called playfully.

"Oh," Nancy perked up like a dog almost dropping the book, but like a good mother Angel caught it.

"E… came by really early this morning! Mommy and Daddy got woken up and they had to take her down to the offices!" Nancy exclaimed, as he neared.

"Offices," Freddy cocked his head to the side raising an eye brow, "Angel… did you get your self into trouble."

She bowed her head, shielding her eyes, "It was just some paper work."

"Angel is a home schooled! So mommy is going to teach her, Angel says," Nancy stated proudly, feeling terribly knowledgeable. How ever, when Freddy looked at Angel's arms he thought other wise. Marks of purple, black and blue, spotted her. Some lengthy like fingers, the others round like fists. He frowned his concern and sat down beside the two. Close enough to smell the sweet scent of watermelon on Angels skin.

"Aren't you going to finish the story," Angel teased nuzzling Nancy. He would have to talk to her after she finished the three pages.

Xxx

They were alone, Nancy had run off inside to set her belongings up for the day; and there they sat, Freddy's hand delicately holding on to Angels wrist. It was so small, so fragile, and so smooth in comparison to his calloused palms. "Angel, what's on your arms," he murmured soothingly. She didn't speak. All she did was stair at the ground looking at the grass. He could feel the energy emanating from her; she was broken, and caught in a battle he knew too well.

She was only fourteen nearing fifteen at this time; and since seven had been floating around the country from family to family. By request, her aunt, Nancy's mother, fought tooth and nail to have her returned to Elm Street. Here she was, on the bad side of town, in terrible conditions. Though this did not appear to be the first time she had gone through this. On the first day he saw her, he couldn't help but notice the tiny cuts and portions of discolored skin; this was something that must have happened often for the poor girl, and with a new person every time.

Gently, he reached out toward her face, "Angel, you can tell me what is going on." His fingers met the edge of her long hair, it was silk smooth and smelled of sweet vanilla. Tucking it behind her small ears, he noticed two things. One, her ear lobe. It was bleeding oddly severed and… they had ripped her earring right out of her precious little lobe. A twinge of rage flew through him, as he saw it was still bleeding. She had run away to her aunts; not they're for paper work. Second, her face, it was sparkling in the light, shining in a harrowing sorrow that made his stomach flip in agony. Cautiously he took her chin and moved it so he could see her beautiful eyes.

They were like looking into mother earth's eyes, compassionate, forgiving, and full of life, nourishment, and love; but now, a sea of tears clouded them. He found his feelings forcing himself to choke up, and against his will, he tucked the rest of her hair behind her other ear. Trails of blood were trickling down that side of her neck as well; and if it were not for a strong will he would have broke down right in front of her. She was so beautiful and here she was torn to shreds. This poor, little, girl, ripped to pieces and thrown out into a world of brutes. He knew more then anything she needed some one strong, some one to protect.

To his own surprise, with in a flash her tiny arms had flung themselves around him and her face was buried deep into his sweater- sobbing, crying, longing for comfort and solace. "Don't… don't… let go…" she managed through her broken breathing. "Shh," he cooed, "I promise I won't let them hurt you again, I promise." She shot up and looked at him shaking her head, "Don't say that." Taken aback, he felt his heart start to break for the little girl; she must have heard that line so much that at this point it was unbelievable. "Ok, ok," he hushed pulling her to him again, as her firm grip around him returned, "you will be free…"

Her breathing began to calm down, his hand brushing carefully up and down her back , trying not to cross over the areas that had previously made her flinch or cry harder. Fifteen minutes passed by until her little body stopped quivering. This time, she was in his lap, sitting side ways and curled up against him. He knew how wrong it looked, but he also knew, that if he left her- the confusion and abandonment she would feel would be ten times worse then any ridicule. Feeling her shift beneath him, he looked down into her wide eyes, as if to communicate at another level of silent understanding.

"You are my best friend now," she mumbled nuzzling her head into his chest. His heart ached, as he kissed the top of her head, "You are my best friend, too, Angel." If only he had her when he was younger, they could go through this together- at this age, he could never do the things he wanted, the things he knew he needed to do. He needed her to feel loved, and he had more then enough to give her.

The first day he saw her, he remembered seeing those eyes, and a portion of his heart was filled, was alive. Ever since, they had worked together in the garden, played out side, read together, painted, and sometimes just talked with one another. How ever, he never asked about her battle scars, not once… too afraid of what the answer may be. He loved her; he adored her; he wanted her as his, but deep down, he knew, despite all commonality, that it could not be true.

Staring off into the bed of flowers, his train of thought was broken when he felt her hand on his. Looking down he met those eyes, and tried to smile, until he heard those fateful words.

"Please don't leave, Freddy. Promise we will be together for ever."

Feeling his breath caught he paused, Making her falter and begin to shrink away. Before she could he caught her, tightening his grip on her and kissing her fore head.

"I promise you, my Angel."

Xxxx

The book was across the room in minutes. Falling open to the same page with Angel and him self, reading under a tree.

He plagued himself. He was the reason she haunted him. He was the reason she wouldn't leave him alone. He broke a sacred promise. Growling viciously, he kicked the TV. The dumb bitch! She… he was to enraged to think at all. In fact, he felt like his anger was going and coming from nowhere. It started with him and ended with him, despite his deep want to pin it all on her. She was dead to him, just a little while ago, and if she had never shown up, he was certain that he would have been fine. Certain that his life would have continued in bliss. "Bitch," he roared, shoving a table over and spilling its contents all over the floor.

He was panting, red and hot as fire. He had to get rid of her throw her away so he never saw those damn eyes again. "Angel you slut!" he shouted shoving his fist through a wall and pacing back and forth.

'Why did I leave you…' he wondered suddenly. Slowly, as if a lion was behind him ready to pounce, he turned to face the open book. It was calling him, crying for his touch and love just as she did years ago. "No," he shouted, it was too much for that day, beyond his ability to handle.

He trailed off to his bead, flopping down on his back and staring at the stained ceiling. Business was great, he was killing people left and right. In face just yester day he had speared two of his victims like shish kabob, setting them over a fire and watching them burn up- screaming, and pleading for the end to consume them. He was growing strong enough to pull in and out people of his choice at will, enter minds in the day, and even monitor various groups of people all at one time. He would be able to leave soon, but this, this meant more then any of it some how.

He knew what he had to do. The only way he could move forward.

Freddy had to rip the wings from his Angel.