Freddy POV! You asked for it. ;)

Chapter 9: Bloodthirsty

Watching Alyssa's marred body dissolve into nothingness, I all but collapsed in maniacal laughter. Oh, was Christine going to love my little present for her! I did a beautiful job on her little slut, I have to admit. I obviously didn't foresee that she'd try and interrupt my little fun by taking a nappy too, but I wasn't just going to let her take her friend's place. Oh no. Not just yet…

I have plans for her. I want to see just how far I can push her mentally. I want to see her morals crumble and break. Seeing that she put so much faith into her beliefs makes me want to see what it takes to break them…I want to see if I can make her go crazy. More…in line with my own beliefs.

A few chuckles continued to escape my burnt lips as I licked off the blood found on the claws of my trusty old glove. A jolt of pleasure racked my body at the taste of the metallic substance. A growl of pleasure escaped from the back of my throat and my thin lips curled into a dangerous grin.

I certainly loved my job.

Feeling the familiar pricking sensation of someone entering the dream realm, I concentrated to see who it may be.

Hmm, a little piggy named Jacquelyn.

Ah, the usual host of fears held by girls: bugs, snakes…boring.

Let's see what she enjoys…ahh, she has an obsession with the Twilight series, does she? Grinning evilly, I knew exactly how she'd fall.

I've seen my host of Twilight fanatics, considering I did target the young and impressionable. I haven't yet done something like this, but I'll see how it goes.

Conjuring up a mirror, I concentrated on chiseling out my features to look like Edward: crazy russet hair, high cheekbones, full lips, and a deathly pale pallor. I wouldn't go so far as the ridiculous flamboyantly gay sparkle skin, though.

I decided to go with a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt, nice dress shoes and a gray pea coat finishing off the look. Wiggling my eyebrows at my visage in the mirror amusedly, I switched the scenery from the doctor's office to a simple, dimly lit high school hallway. Leaning coolly against a locker, I waited for my prey to come around the corner and become bedazzled.

A few moments passed before I saw the scared fragile frame of a Spanish-looking girl finally turn the bend to the hallway I was languishing in.

A confused look crossed her face before one of astonishment lodged on her darkly tanned skin, coupled with a look of want.

Gotcha.

Walking up to her slowly, I shot a smile clearly meant to relax her. It accomplished just that, as she started to also close the distance between us.

"Jacquelyn." I whispered tantalizingly, boring into the sea green hue of her eyes. I noted with satisfaction the gulp that followed.

"Ed – Edward?" she questioned, eyes darting from my eyes to the lips she saw a slip of my tongue dart over.

"Yes, my love?" The blush that adorned her cheeks became even darker at my 'proclamation of love'. She was melting right into my hands.

She was clearly wondering what to do or say. Using that to my advantage, I took a cool hand and brushed it against her cheek. I was rewarded with the fluttering of her long dark lashes.

Her thoughts were all muddled up by this point. Ahh, hormonal teens. So dependable.

Leaning forward just close enough so that she could kiss me if she lifted her head up a little bit, I studied her eyes before her body chose to close the distance and make the decision for her.

Yuck, she was a terrible kisser.

Removing my mouth from the vacuum of hers, I trailed a line of seemingly sensual kisses down to her neck. Glancing up to look at her face, I realized she was totally oblivious to what I was going to do. If she opened her eyes now though, she'd notice the evil glint gleaming in my eyes.

Too late, piggy.

Without further ado, I sunk my pointed teeth that I purposely elongated a second ago into the flesh of her neck, sucking greedily at the flood of blood gushing out of the wound and into my waiting mouth. Now this was arousing.

Finally realizing what I was doing to her, the little brat tried pushing me away with an anguished albeit painful cry, but my grip on her shoulders was too strong.

Lapping at the steady flow of blood in ecstasy, my arousal grew and I spitefully ground it against her wriggling body with a heady moan. I could just imagine the comical mixture of horror and pain that was on her face at that moment.

Feeling the fight in her slowly dissipating, I retracted my lips from her neck with an audible 'pop', wanting to see her reaction.

I wasn't disappointed. She was a mass of blubbering mess of warm tears and snot. A crazed grin marred my otherwise attractive features as I took the sight in.

Her eyes fluttered open as she grimaced in pain. A cracked voice whispered, "Why? I thought you didn't drink blood, Edward!"

My grin grew even wider after hearing her small voice. Where was the tough, loud-mouth Latina now?

Gripping her naturally curly onyx-colored hair in my left hand and pulling it harshly enough to hear a whimper, I smiled sinisterly before answering, "Too bad I'm not Edward, bitch!"

I changed myself back to my usual charred self, evoking a horrified gasp from the little twat. A look of recognition flashed in her eyes as she tried to find a way to escape.

"You! You're that freak from the paper I found in my purse!" I mockingly gasped at her words, faking hurt.

"Gee, a freak? That ain't nice. Didn't your parents ever tell you that if you have nothin' nice to say, it's better not to say anythin' at all?" I briefly considered slicing off her tongue, but I ultimately decided that I would save that for another victim who decided to be mouthy. It would spoil the effect on this one.

I quickly jumped on top of the unsuspecting brat and continued to suckle at the wound as she squirmed underneath me. It was only a matter of time until she would stop, I'm sure she was feeling the effects of the massive blood loss by now.

Wanting to speed up the process a bit just in case anyone decided to drop in to say hello, I grabbed her right wrist and sliced it deeply with the blade that was lodged on the index finger of my glove, then immediately clamped my mouth on it. Savoring the taste of her blood pouring into my mouth, I felt her go limp as she fell unconscious. She was a few moments away from drifting away completely.

Now that wasn't too bad, was it? I cackled at my inner thoughts as I sat up in order to pull her flimsy t-shirt up, wanting to use her as a canvas for another message directed towards Christine. I wonder how she reacted to my first one…

Wondering what to put, I ultimately decided to take my time and dig the message 'Want a bite, Christine?' deeply into the little piggy's chest.

Stepping back to look at my work, a proud feeling filled my chest until I noticed that she was still breathing, even though it was very sparsely. Rolling my eyes, I slashed her other wrist and put my ear next to her mouth to hear her dying breath.

Satisfied as I heard her last gasping breath and then total silence, I got up in time to see her fade into nothingness.

Just another one of my children…