AN: OK I'm back! Got everything straightened out somewhat but I could not keep you guys in suspense any longer. Hope you guys like this chapter and reviews would be wonderful!
Dani never did get a chance to get Bradley. Every time she went to try and pick him up, her parents were always there. So instead, she remained at the hotel for the rest of her senior year; no one, not even her friends, spoke to her. She just kept quiet, did her school work, then went back to the hotel. When senior prom approached, Dani was the only one who didn't attend. There were rumors that she wouldn't go because she couldn't bring Freddy: that was partially true. Even if Freddy had still been alive, she still wouldn't have gone. When graduation rolled around, Dani was there, but when she saw her parents, she took her diploma, and during dismissal, snuck out the back and sped back to the hotel as fast as possible. She was able to purchase everything she needed for college with the help of her grandmother, something she was reluctant to do, but the elderly woman had insisted. She got through college and became a successful crime novelist; something that her parents, when she'd seen them again almost seven years later, were shocked to discover.
Then, one day at one of her many book signings, she met a man: he was tall, well built, lightly tanned skin, neck-length, dark hair, chocolate brown eyes, and the most amazing, boyish smile. He'd introduced himself to her as Alex Vlassis, a Greek-American music producer from Long Island, New York. Now, Dani knew in her heart that she'd never get over Freddy, but she knew that she had to move on, and there was something about Alex that just made her feel special again. He was the kind of man that could take her out to a fancy restaurant, but also just go to the movies or hang out at home with a glass of wine. Almost a year to the date after their meeting, Alex proposed to Dani, and presented her with a ring that made Freddy's look like a grain of sand. But she had promised herself a long time ago that she would never replace that ring...until then.
On October 30th, Dani Silvers became Dani Vlassis, and from that point on, she never gave Fred Krueger another thought. Due to her new husband's occupation in New York, she was able to live in two places at once: Springwood strictly for writing purposes, and New York City for family and other such reasons. The compromise worked well in Dani's new life, and it was something she was comfortable with. Everything and everyone that had given her problems had moved on, save for her parents, and it was about time, that Dani got a break.
"Hey babe! Have you seen my phone?"
Dani smirked, straightening the glasses that rested on her nose as she stared at her computer, "It's up here!"
The sound of feet bounding up the stairs filled her office, "Oh thank God, I've been waiting for a call from Luke," Alex smiled, taking the phone from her desk and sliding it into his pocket. "How's the new book comin'?"
She sighed, leaning back against the chair at the feeling of her husband's hands on her shoulders, "Terrible case of writer's block in the middle of chapter five. Not a good sign."
He kissed the crown of her head, "You'll figure out something. You always do."
"Yeah but six books in you'd think I'd be over writer's block by now," Dani groaned sarcastically, looking at the six best-selling books in her bookcase.
"All the best writer's get it, hun. It show's you're putting effort into the story."
"Tell that to a certain author writing about witches and wizards over the course of five books and counting," she deadpanned, "practically pulling those stories out of her ass."
Alex sighed, leaning against the desk, "Complete fiction takes a lot less research than something that's not completely fiction. You write about crimes in the real world, not some made-up, magical land," his Long Island accent always made her smile, "and if you did I guaruntee you there wouldn't be six best-selling books over there," he pointed to her bookcase.
Dani took off her glasses, "Why are you so great?"
"Because I love you," he smiled, kissing her lovingly, "now I gotta go, I'm gonna be late. I'll be back around five," he pushed off the desk and bounded back down the stairs.
Once she heard the door shut, the young woman shut her computer and got up; she needed a break from hiding inside her apartment. She didn't want to shop, she didn't want to go and sit in a spa all day; so she grabbed her notebook, slipped on her shoes, grabbed her coat, and walked out the door. The crowded air of New York City was nothing like the brisk, clean air of Springwood, which was something she missed, but there was one place that she could go to get a similar surrounding. Raising her hand over her head she stood by the curb of the street, waiting for a taxi to notice her. Her wait wasn't long, for in a minute's time a yellow town car pulled up in front of her. Dani opened the door and got in, "Uh, Central Park, please."
"Where do you want me to drop you?" the driver asked.
"Doesn't matter," she sighed, pulling her hair back into a ponytail as he drove.
After paying ten dollars plus a two dollar tip, Dani walked along the street through Central Park, searching for a quiet, calm area to just sit and gather ideas for her book. It was something she enjoyed doing, clearing her head. She hadn't been sleeping well lately; memories of Springwood kept flooding her brain, memories of him. The night her parents and other parents of the Springwood preschoolers killed him was something she never forgot; she'd lost a part of herself that night. Dani sighed, rubbing her eye with the back of her hand: she needed to get sleep.
Without even thinking, she nodded off right where she sat, her head dipping over as she fell asleep.
She opened her eyes to find herself back in the guest house of her old home; everything was sert up just as she'd found it after he had died. The rose petals on the floor, the candles all around, the crack of light coming from his bedroom. Slowly and carefully, she walked towards the door, her eyes fixated on the light coming from within. Dani pushed the door open, her eyes filling with tears when she saw him standing there, looking just as he had the last time she'd seen him.
His piercing blue eyes locked on her, "Dani."
She shuddered, tears rolling down her cheeks, "You're dead."
"I've been waiting for you, Dani," he stepped forward, his hand reaching up to caress her cheek, "I've been waiting a long time."
Dani sighed, "I tried to stop them. I tried."
He nodded, "Yes you tried, angel, I know you tried. But did you try to remember me before you left me to rot away in your memories?"
"W-What?" she looked at him, the kind gaze he had given her before had disappeared into something ferocious and angry.
"You swore you'd never love anyone after me, yet here you are," he grabbed her left hand forcefully, causing her to wince, "that doesn't look like my ring," he growled.
She whimpered, "Stop...please stop you're hurting me."
"Hurting you?" he growled, shoving her to the ground, "Take a look at what pain looks like!"
Dani noticed his voice had changed: it was rougher, deeper, raspier; when she looked up a scream of terror escaped her lips: his face was burned and deformed, he wore the red and green sweater she'd seen that day, yet it was singed and dirty. On his right han was a glove, razors on all fingers except his thumb.
"Look at me now, Dani! Do you love me now?" he growled, slashing his glove at her.
She screamed, just dodging his hand, "Stop!"
"Does your husband know about me? Huh? Did you tell him about me or did you just fucking lie like you did about everything else?" he yelled, slashing at her again.
"I didn't lie! I loved you, Freddy!" she cried.
"Miss? Miss! Miss wake up!"
Dani snapped awake, the man standing before her had his hands on her shoulders.
"Are you alright, miss? You were screaming," he stated.
She nodded, "Yeah...Yeah I'm fine, thank you," she answered quickly, getting up and rushing away as fast as possible, hailing a cab just as quick.
By the time she got home it was six thirty, Alex was sitting at the kitchen table, cellphone in hand, "Where have you been? I called you ten times you never answered! I was ready to send out a search party!"
Dani sighed, "I-I'm osrry, I was at the park and I dozed off."
He got up, wrapping his arms around her, "You scared the Hell outta me."
She nodded, hugging him back, "I'm sorry," her entire body shook, what she'd dreamt was horrifying and so realistic that she thought he could've actually killed her. Why would he want to kill her? He supposedly loved her and wanted her happy; wouldn't he be alright with this?
AN: I know I'm ending it kind of odd but I'm leaving that question up to you readers to try and figure out. Please review it's much appreciated!