Author's Note: I do not own The Police song - Every Step You Take. Also, I had to Google what type of dolls were around in the late 1960s, I want to make it as plausible as possible what dolls/toys Katherine would have. Ps- there is a reason why Freddy is buying Katherine so many toys, dolls, etc. I hope you understand what I mean!

I think the song 'Every step you take' by The Police suits Freddy's relationship towards Katherine from now on in this story. Showing off his possessive/obsessive traits in regards to Katherine.

'Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you.

Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you.

Oh can't you see
You belong to me?
How my poor heart aches with every step you take'

Chapter 10: Changes

Monday 14th April 1969 8am.

Freddy glanced momentarily at his daughter as she shuffled uneasily in her seat beside him. He looked back to the road and smirked slyly to himself. He knew why she was acting apprehensively. It was all because of their little talk from Saturday at the park. He could tell she was constantly thinking about what he had said to her. Yesterday he caught her in her room, staring outside at the children as they played amongst themselves. Again, she was analysing their every move! She even begged him last night could she take the day off of school. In her eyes he could see her fear, she didn't want to go to school. She was afraid of being picked on, terrified of what her friend Lucy would say to her or how she would behave around her.

He slowed the car as they approached the school grounds. Katherine sighed and turned towards him, her eyes wide with fright as she grabbed the rim of her white dress, scrunching it in her hands. It was steadily becoming a new trait of hers, whenever she was anxious. "Please daddy! I don't want to go! Can I not go to work with you? I'll be really good, I won't get in your way!"

He shook his head, "Katherine honey, you have to go. Don't worry, you'll be okay. Just remember what I told you, just ignore them. Stay on your own. Okay?"

"But daddy, you said that in school the bullying gets really bad!" her bottom lip quivered violently.

Freddy cocked his head to the side and reached out to wipe away a small tear that rolled down her right cheek, "Don't cry baby girl. You will be fine! If anyone says anything to you, you can tell me when I pick you up later. I'll take care of them. Okay?"

"What about my teachers?" she gulped, "Can I tell them if someone picks on me?"

"No" he replied curtly, "They never helped me. So, they won't help you. Just you tell me if anyone of them little brats pick on you"

Katherine slowly took a deep breath and nodded.

He grinned and leaned over to kiss her forehead, "You be a good girl, I'll pick you up later"

Her left hand grabbed her school bag from under her seat and with another anxious glance at the children wandering to the school building, she pushed opened the door and went on her way. Freddy chuckled fiendishly, everything was going according to plan. His boss Burke has informed him late last night that he wouldn't have to come into work as he had a family 'emergency' to attend to in Cleveland. So, the next few days were his to do what he wished. And he knew exactly what he wanted to do…

x x x

It was just 12.15pm and the pupils of Springwood Elementary were congregated in the large canteen hall. There was about between twenty to twenty-five long tables, each of them seating roughly twelve children. The majority of the tables were packed, with some children bringing their own pack lunches. While other children eagerly lined up at the canteen counters waiting for their food to be dished out to them onto their hot plates.

In the middle of the canteen Katherine sat at her table, at the far end. She used her fork to idly play with her spaghetti, which had barely been touched. All day she felt nauseated, on edge. She actually felt that she was going to be sick. Even the thought of food make her ill. Her fear was slowly consuming her. Lucy and her other two friends, Carl and Melanie sat at the far end of the table. Too busy chatting to themselves to notice her.

There were two empty seats beside Melanie, then there were three boys sat next to each other and then Katherine. The young girl glanced over to Lucy and her two other friends. She gulped in dread as she saw Lucy climb off of her chair and walk towards her.

Lucy stopped at her side and gave her a sombre look. Katherine hadn't even said hello to her all morning. Not even during recess at 10am. All she did was draw in her book at her desk, not even venturing outside to play. "Katherine, are you not talking to me?"

Katherine lifted her vacant gaze towards her friend, giving a casual shrug of her shoulders then lied, "I'm not in the mood to talk"

Lucy gave an apologetic look, "I'm sorry about Saturday. But I still think your daddy is a bit creepy"

Katherine slammed her fork onto the plate and rose to her feet, her lips curling into a grimace, "You're wrong Lucy! He's not!"

Again Lucy tried to apologise but she was too late, as Katherine quickly walked away from the table. She rushed through the crowds until she was at the exit of the canteen where one of the teachers were on duty. Ms Pritchard. "Miss, may I go to the toilet?"

"Yes. You can head out to the playground when you're finished"

Katherine gave a meek nod and turned right out of the canteen. She wandered down for about fifteen feet past three classrooms until she came to the female toilets and went inside. Once at the last cubicle she pushed opened the door and slammed it shut behind her, her eyes now welling with tears. In rage she clenched her right fist and smashed it against the door with a small thud, then slowly rested her forehead against the wood as sobs wrecked her little body.

Gritting her teeth in annoyance she turned around to close the toilet lid and sat on top, pulling her legs close to her chest before gently rocking back and forth. Her thoughts were lingering on Lucy's words. She was wrong and being a nasty brat! Her father wasn't creepy. He was normal, he was just protecting her like any caring father would. Maybe Lucy was jealous, she probably envied Katherine for the strong, special relationship she had with her father.

Turning to her left she grabbed a few pieces of toilet roll and dabbed at her teary eyes. From now on she wouldn't acknowledge Lucy, or any of her other friends. Maybe it was good if she played on her own. She always had an active imagination. Perhaps she didn't need anyone to play with her. She was going to alright on her own, her father would be with her. That was only one person she would ever need.

Her daddy.

Her legs trembled as she placed her feet on the cream tiles. Steadying herself she took a deep breath and unlocked the door, easing it open to find the toilet area empty. Sniffling quietly she walked over to the large rectangular mirror above the sinks. She securitized her face. Her eyes were a little red from crying, while her hair was tied back in a plait by a single white ribbon.

It had occurred to her over the last few months that her father would pick out his way to style her hair. He never asked her what she wanted. Also, she noticed that her father was very controlling in how she dressed. Every night he would pick and choose her dresses or outfits for the next day. It never really bothered her as it saved her the hassle of thinking of what to wear. She was always fussy when it came to her clothes. Her father knew what was best for her. He had even said that to her several times over the last few months.

The strangest hobby of her father's was how he wanted to dress and undress her every day. Despite her saying that she could get change on her own, he still admonished her. Disagreeing at her suggestion. He had said on numerous times that he preferred to dress her himself.

She saw him looking at her in an anomalous way as she stood in front of him, just dressed in her vest top and pants. It happened just yesterday. His hands were at his side, his fingers rubbing together as though he was pondering on doing something. His eyes just casually roamed over body, from top to bottom. Then she saw it, that uncharacteristic look in his blue eyes. A look of hunger, of desire. She had asked him what was wrong, but he shook his head as if breaking out of his weird trance and replied that he was just 'thinking'. But just what was he thinking about?

Katherine took a small step closer to the mirror and tucked a stray of her hair behind her left ear. Her hair had grown a little darker in colour over the last few months. Almost the same colour as her mother's. She frowned at his, having not thought of her mother in a long time. If only her father would bring her to where she was buried. Just to see her tombstone for a few minutes. However, there was no way he would do that. He hadn't even mentioned her mother to her in ages. It was though she never existed to him.

She sighed sadly and trailed her left hand lightly over her cheeks, brushing her tears away. Forcing a smile she twisted away from the mirror and wandered back out into the corridor, her destination was the two large double doors that led out to the playground.

Her fellow pupils walked along with her and scurried outside, while Katherine came to a sudden stop at the doorway. Her body rigid with trepidation. Her old teacher Mrs Carter noticed her and went to her side, "Come on Katherine. It's a lovely day. Nice and sunny!"

Katherine nodded and followed a group of girls into the yard, then ventured over to a small bench. Her eyes scoured the playground that was full of 1st to 3rd graders playing happily amongst themselves. She saw Lucy and her friends starting a game of 'tag', while other groups of children began to play hop-scotch, clapping games, double-dutch, while a small group of 3rd graders began to play a friendly competitive game of soccer. Nearly every child was either chatting away to their friends or playing in a game.

Except for Katherine.

She sat down slowly onto the bench and then looked up as Mr Jacobs approached her side, "Hello Katherine"

"Hi, sir" she gave a weak smile.

The teacher noticed her timid deposition, her sense of unease. "Are you okay?"

She nodded once, "Yes. I'm okay"

He began to speak again but his attention was caught as out of the corner of hs eye, there were two young boys quarrelling over a soccer ball. "David! Paul! Stop that at once!"

Katherine jumped to her feet, her body shaking as the boy's grappled over the ball. Mr Jacobs approached them, scolding them for their behaviour.

Across the way from the Elementary School playground was a small alleyway. Freddy peered out of his car window, into the playground and smiled haughtily. Watching as his daughter backed away from the bench towards the entrance of the building. The look on her face was one of terror of what was happening between the two boys. A smug grin grew across his countenance, "That's it sweetheart, keep away from them!"

Back at the playground Katherine spun around to face Mrs Carter who stood at the entrance. "Miss, can I go back to my classroom please?"

"Why?" she asked, face full of worry, "What's wrong, honey?"

"Nothing" she shrugged, "I just want to go back to my classroom. I don't want to play outside today. Please would you let me go?"

Mrs Carter glimpsed at the other children, wondering if anyone had upset the child. "Of course, I'll bring you in" she held out her right hand which Katherine quickly took in hers, "I'll let your teacher Mr Jennings know that you wanted to come in early. He's probably getting your work ready for the afternoon"

Freddy sniggered wickedly as he saw Katherine disappear back into the school with the teacher. It was just fucking perfect. Her mind was being warped even more so, much faster than he had anticipated.

She is yours to do what you wish…

And she won't even question you. She doesn't doubt you…

Why would she Freddy? You're her daddy!

Freddy smirked decadently. They were right, she trusted him so much. He could do anything he wanted to her, tell her anything and well, she would think that it was normal.

Maybe you should start to 'play' with her…

His smirk turned into a snarl of outrage at them suggesting that. "No! I'm not doing that to her. I have the other little girls to touch and fuck. I'm not doing that to Katherine! Never!"

Then why were you staring at her in that way the yesterday? Mmm?

She was just there in her little pants and vest top.

Ready for you to play with her…

You could have easily slipped your fingers inside her pants, over her little folds…

HAHAHAHAHA!

Freddy slammed his fists against the stirring wheel in acrimony. "Fuck up! I'm not doing that to her. She's not like the other girls. They are nothing but little whores. Katherine's different, she's special"

The voices suddenly grew quiet, their whispers disappearing back into the abyss of his depraved mind. He slowly released the deep breath he was holding and growled. Those voices were fucking wrong! He was never going to touch Katherine in that way, she was too precious to him to do that to her. He wasn't that fucked up in the head. He wasn't going to abuse his daughter.

Katherine felt a smile tug at her lips as the school bell sounded for 3pm. School was over for the day and for once she was glad! It certainly had felt strange, not speaking to any one today at school. Of course she spoke to her teachers, she didn't mind speaking to them. However, she did have to speak to a girl beside her at their table. Just say Rebecca didn't understand their English work that they were meant to be doing in the last period. It seemed that she wasn't the only pupil who didn't really listen to Mr Jennings! Katherine remained civil and tried to help her as best as she could then went back to her own work, not bothering to speak to the girl the rest of the hour.

Grabbing her belongings she hung her school bag over her shoulders and rushed into the small cloak room where her cream cardigan was hooked on a small coat stand. Her feet were on fire as she half walked/ran down the busy corridor and out the front doors of the building. All she wanted to go was go home and spend the rest of the day with her father.

She hopped down the first two steps that led her out of the building. A groupf children walked past her, venturing towards a small pathway that led to the several school buses to her left. Katherine titled her head to the side and scanned the car park for her father's car. A bright smile formed don her face as she saw him standing at the car waiting for her.

Like a flash she darted across the freshly cut grass towards him and jumped off the small wall onto the ground, "Hi!"

He chuckled and crouched down to lift her into his arms, kissing her once on her lips. "Hello, princess! So, how was school?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling against him warmly, "It wasn't that bad. I did what you told me. I stayed away from them!"

"Oh, I know you did" he grinned knowingly and then climbed into the front driver's seat, placing her on his lap then tugged her school bag off her shoulders.

"You did? How?"

He threw her school bag on the floor in front of the passenger's seat, then fixed her cardigan on her shoulders, straightening it. "I was watching you"

"Watching me?" she rose her eyebrows.

"Yes" he tenderly began to stroke her right cheek, "There is an alleyway across form the playground in your school. I didn't go to work today, so I parked the car there at lunch time and saw you sitting on the bench. You were watching the other children again. Just like I knew you would" a small ominous chuckle erupted from him, "Then you went inside, didn't you?"

Katherine nodded, "I went in and helped Mr Jennings put out the work for the afternoon"

He nodded his head towards the passenger seat, ordering her over which she duly complied. "Now, baby girl, this Saturday I might take you to the park. But as long as you don't wander off with any of the other children"

"I won't daddy, I promise!" she replied curtly.

Freddy gave a self-satisfied grin, "That's what I like to hear!"

x x x

Friday 18th April 1969

The last few days in school Katherine's actions had been more or less the same. Keeping her interactions with the other children down to the bare minimum. Each day at lunch she quickly sat at an empty table, but to her disgruntlement other children would come and sit beside her. However, she kept herself to herself, eating quietly at her food. After finishing her lunch she would ask to be allowed back to her classroom. She was allowed each day to help out Mr Jennings, but today she was ordered outside to the playground. Mr Jennings believed that she was being too distant from the other children, that it wasn't good for her to segregate herself from her friends or classmates.

When she had begrudgingly went outside she had sat on the bench and even engaged in a conversation with her old 1st grade teacher Mrs Carter. It had helped cheer her up. Other than Miss Ferguson back in Kindergarten, Mrs Carter was the best teacher she had so far. The woman was in her early forties, with short blond bobbed hair, bright green eyes, high cheek bones. She always wore scented perfumes, pretty dresses and always had a smile on her face. Sometimes Katherine thought she was younger than she looked. They had just generally chatted about her favourite subjects in school, namely arts and crafts, English and science. She had stated to Mrs Carter that when she grew up she wanted to have her own art museum or be an art teacher. Her old teacher had proudly smiled back at her, saying that if she worked hard at school she could be anything she wanted to be.

It had certainly brightened up her day!

The clock struck 9pm in the Krueger residence. For once Freddy had allowed his daughter to stay up a little later than usual. Normally she would be in her bed by 8pm, either drawing or fast asleep. While he would hide away in his 'room' or head to bed early himself. But seeing as she had obeyed his instructions this week he had told her after dinner that she would allowed to watch television with him until they both went to bed.

Freddy lay on his back on the green sofa in the TV room, while Katherine lay sprawled on top of his chest. Her head was nestled in the crook of his neck, her body stretched out over his chest and upper legs, her feet were curled up under the cream blanket he had thrown over them both. Her hands were laid upon his chest, while his left hand delicately played with a few strands of her hair that stretched half way down her back. Both their faces were turned towards the TV, the soft white glow from the TV set illuminating the room as they watched the Ed Sullivan show.

Krueger smiled to himself, a relaxed sigh coming from him. Despite not working all week because of Burke's so called fucking family emergency, he still felt tired. To keep himself busy while Katherine was at school he had re-arranged his secret room.. He had dismantled one of the shelves and removed the old jars that had previously contained organs from his children. He knew he could always buy new jars whenever the occasion called for it.

When he was sorting out his room he had stumbled upon his red scrapbook he had for Katherine. There were only two pictures of her in the book so far, stuck to the front page. There was the old photo albums from the attic that he had left in his room, but he hadn't the time to look through them closely. He vaguely recollected there were pictures of her when she was just born, then up until she was two or three years old.

He always wanted more photos of her when she as toddler, but never had got around to getting them done. To his annoyance there wasn't as many photos of her as he had hoped. But still he had his new toy to use, to capture photos of her now.

For the first time two weeks ago he had used his Polaroid camera to take photos of that little fuck Liam Quinn, before and after he had butchered him. He never realised the picture quality was so clear. Every cut, ever stab wound was so obvious. There was about six photos in total, from different angles of the boy's corpse. Before he died and immediately after. The pictures were now sealed in his new thick black book.

Katherine blinked slowly, staring in boredom at the TV as some musician began to sing one of their hit songs. She hadn't a clue who they were, not that she particularly cared. Her mind was elsewhere, thinking of Lucy's vicious words from the weekend. She knew now why she was acting that way and she had to tell her father, "Lucy's jealous!"

Her father grabbed the mote control from the floor and lowered the volume, then asked through his chuckles, "What?"

She lifted her head from the crook of his neck and slowly pushed herself up, her hands resting on his white tank top. Her face was deadly serious as she locked her gaze with his replied, "Lucy is jealous! That's why she said those nasty things about you last week at the park! She's jealous of me!"

He laughed again, liking this spiteful side of her, "Why do you say that?

She tugged the blanket around her pink pyjamas, "She just is daddy! I mean, she's probably jealous of the way that you treat me. You buy me loads of toys. Like last week you bought me three new dolls, you always buy me lovely dresses. You always make sure I look nice whenever I go to school or out to the park! She is jealous of the way that you love me, the way you protect me and look after me! Her daddy probably doesn't love her the way you love me. That's why she is being a nasty, cheeky brat!"

He flashed her a vicious grin, "Yes, Katherine you are right The little piglet is just jealous! No one will love you, the way I do. Now, don't you worry about Lucy any more" there was a small pause, "Has she tried to talk to you again in school?"

"No" her head shook from side to side, "I hardly talk to anyone in school anymore. There's a girl who sits beside me, called Rebecca. She would sometimes ask me what we are meant to be doing for our school work. She doesn't listen to Mr Jennings! I try to help her, but that's about it. I swear daddy!"

He smiled nefariously at her, "That's good, baby girl. Now, we're going to the park tomorrow. Just for an hour. You can bring your toys with you. What do you want to bring?"

Her eyes flickered upwards as she pondered this, "Um, can I bring my new Crissy doll that you bought me last week?"

"Yes, anything else?"

"My sketch book and colouring pencils!"

"Okay, but what do you say?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Please daddy!"

He grinned, "Of course you can" his eyes flickered over to clock on the far wall facing them. "C'mon, it's time for bed. Go upstairs, wash your face and brush your teeth. Also, get your bag ready for tomorrow morning"

She smiled and crept up to kiss him on his lips, "Love ya!"

Freddy chuckled at her and watched as she climbed off of his chest, then handed him the blanket. He folded it into two as she skipped out of the room and up the stairs. He stretched his back, trying to straighten his weary muscles and then turned off the TV before following his daughter to the landing.

Once at the small hot press beside his bedroom he placed the blanket inside ventured into Katherine's room. He went to her wardrobe and rummaged through the dresses, nothing particularly holding his attention. Spinning around he went to her white chest of drawers/dresser and pulled out the bottom right hand drawer. His hands lifted out a small pair of jeans and lemon t-shirt.

Katherine held a look of surprise as she entered the room. For once in a very long time he wasn't setting out a dress for her and she was quietly pleased about it! Before climbing into bed she lifted her small school bag, empting her books onto a small drawing desk at the bottom of her bed. It was bought for her 7th birthday. She then pulled out the small drawer where the case of colouring pencils and sketch book were kept. She threw them into her bag and went to the back of the room where there were at least twenty to thirty dolls, of various sizes and brands. She lifted her new Crissy doll, which was approximately 16 inches tall, with long dark auburn hair and a bright orange dress and placed it beside her bag.

Turning around she saw that her father had pulled down the bed clothes and pointed at the bed, "In you go"

She scrambled forward onto her bed, grabbing her Dancerina doll from the chest of drawers and beamed up at her father as he pulled the bed clothes over her. "Night baby girl. I'll get you up bright and early!"

"Night daddy"

He used his fore finger and thumb to delicately pinch her right cheek, making her giggle. With a contented sigh she slowly closed her eyes snuggling against her pillow.

Freddy smirked and quietly left the room, yet again making sure to leave the door slightly ajar to allow the light from the landing into her room. Even now at seven years of age, the dark still frightened her. No matter how many times he tired to reassure her that nothing would happen to her, she still was afraid of it. Paralyzed with fear. He remembered one time during February there was a bad thunder storm and the electric had went out, then he heard her screams. She was shaking, cowering under the covers as he entered her room with a small flashlight. She had flung herself at him when he sat beside her, burrowing her face in his chest. It had taken him nearly an hour to calm her. And even longer to get her to go back to sleep.

Freddy walked across to his own room and took off his tank top, throwing it into the small linen basket in the corner of the room and then kicked off his black boots. He climbed onto his bed, ready for some shut eye when he froze. A thought entering his mind. He gingerly exited his room and advanced across the hall back to Katherine's room.

Gently he pushed the door opened a few niches, peering inside to where her bed was, across from the door tucked against the wall. Her breathing was low and shallow, her little body consumed by exhaustion. He carefully crept into her room and prudently climbed over her little frame, squeezing into the space beside her against the wall. A small mumble came from her and he quietly hushed her.

He smiled softly and then snuggled against her and placed his head on the edge of the white pillow. His penetrating gaze was set upon her sleeping visage. Delicately he lifted his right hand towards her face and traced the outline of her skin, over and over.

He knew deep down that he loved her deeply, more than anything else in his life and with whatever humanity that was left his in soul.

If he had a soul that was.

But for some disturbing reason he knew that his love for her was slowly starting to turn into some more neurotic, an infatuation to say the least! He knew soon it would be something he wouldn't be able to control, that he wouldn't be able to stop. It did however perturb him that maybe he didn't want to control it, maybe he really did want these dark feelings, these heinous thoughts to consume him.

One thing was for certain, everything about her and about him was starting to change…

Author's Note: Ooh, I got chills writing the last few chapters of this! I have to say I am enjoying writing Freddy this way! He is going to be a mean SOB! Thank you for your reviews so far. Btw, if you have added this to your favourites or are reading and haven't left a review, then why not leave a review and give me your thoughts! Thank you.