I DON'T OWN NOES

So I think I need to change this to a drama

Freddy: ya think Drama queen?

Hey, I usually never write dramas.

Freddy: But you dream about them.

How do you know?

Freddy:...

Don't answer that.

Freddy: Dumb bitch.

"What makes you think I won't kill you," he shouted, heated and in rage. "You think you can pay me with sex, you slut, for your own protection!"

She slipped from his lap and away from him, eyes flashing as she moved around the coffee table. "No…" she spoke out softly. "Oh, then what was that!" he was so furious, so angry, so hurt, and he began to loath her again.

"What was what," she shouted, confused.

"You just laid down and took it," he shouted, eyes blazing as he tried to catch her around the coffee table. A clawed hand just grazing her arm before she moved out of reach.

"Oh, so it is so terrible that I allowed you to have sex with me, rather then you raping me!" she was utterly furious. She was open to them having sex, and here he was criticizing her. Did he want her to not want him? How damn ridiculous.

"Because you didn't want to die," he retorted.

"I frankly don't want to die right now!" he was being so ridiculous.

They were at a stand off, glaring at one another on either end of the coffee table. Bitch. Psycho.

Quickly Freddy dashed one way, and then the other, tricking Angel and taking her nude form into his arms gruffly. Holding her to him, he held a long blade on the side of her face. Neither spoke, only stared into one another's eyes- communicating on a whole new level of intimacy- until finally, Angel's dry lips opened to speak.

"I can't die, I want to die," she toned in a hushed voice.

"And what is that supposed to mean," he growled.

Glaring at him, eyes like fire again, she continued, "I apparently have nothing," she looked him over. She did not have him, he didn't care about her, or at least there was hardly sign of it; and threw her eyes Freddy could see the reason behind her words. Pausing, he felt his mouth slowly go dry, and his heart beating awkwardly in his chest. "I wouldn't care if I was dead right now," she mumbled, "How ever I can't die, because I promised something to myself."

His eyes narrowed, and his strong grip on her returned, "I can't die until you know my name."

In a roar of frustration he there her against the wall, watching her crumple against it in a heap, hugging her bloodied knees to her chest, "Then tell me your fucking name so I can end your miserable life!"

"I can't do that," she stammered through her tears.

"Why, the fuck not!"

"I promised you, I wouldn't," she said after a moment of silence. He paused, dead still, hands falling limply to his sides. How much did he block out?

Growling he grabbed her arm with his ungloved hand and threw her down on the couch.

"So you sleep with me to keep me satisfied until I know your name. Then you just plan to wither the fuck away." He had her pinned to the back of the couch, bowing over her, face only inches from her own.

Pushing him back away from her in disgust, "I'm not so loose." She mumbled as he moved to sit down beside her. "And is this really still about the sex," she groaned, looking over at him. She shifted her body so her knees were on the couch; and she was facing him, ready to run at a moments notice. "I thought you didn't give a shit about me and could kill me when ever."

"I don't give a shit about you," he snapped, grabbing her by her neck with is bladed hand this time. Calming him self down, he released her looking away from her terrified and hurt features, "You are just some psycho bitch I can't get rid of."

Glancing over at her, he felt a sharp pain in his back forcing him to look away, it was as if her eyes were pleading, begging, confused and wondering, 'why was that sex we just had, not just sex…"

For some time, they just sat, in utter silence looking away from one another. The tension in the room had slowly subsided from when the fight came into being. Honestly, Freddy thought that the silence would go on forever until Angel moved, sitting cross-legged on his couch, "I'm sorry."

Turning to see her exposed to him and not showing a shred of concern; he couldn't help but move the hair out of her pretty face. Tilting her head into his hand he quickly drew his hand away, still confused and with mixed emotions from the prior onslaught of events. Instead, he moved quickly off of the couch to grab the brown book, sat back down right next to her so their legs were touching, and threw the book on her lap. In a terribly demanding voice that paid perfect testament to his face, he demanded, "Read to me."

With a heavy sigh, she rolled her head, quivering when she felt his hand glide across her back to her hip, and pulling her closer. Flipping the book open she turned the pages slowly, cherishingly, adoringly, lovingly. Freddy looked up into her face; she was tearing up, bighting her lip. Damn, she was such a weak little bitch. Suddenly, the soft crackle of pages stopped as her hand brushed cherishingly over one picture. It was nighttime, at the school.

A heavy rain was poring down on the small school, the sound of its assault echoing down onto the basement. Freddy sat at his desk, stitching up the sides of his glove, with a passion like no other. He had dedicated days upon days and nights with out sleep to the creation of this glove; and here he was, almost done with his masterpiece. It was one of the many things that kept him what he considered as sane.

Just above, he heard an odd tapping noise just above. An animal? Reluctantly, he put his work down and ascended the long stair well up into the school. There it was again, a light thudding, coming from the entrance. Cautiously, Freddy moved the door open slightly to peer out into the thick rain. A shock of lightning fallowed by a rumbling boom of thunder shook the very fabric of the sky, sending Freddy back into the house a moment. The thudding came again more frantically. Swinging the door open, he shouted, "Who is that!" Freddy looked about the front, side to side, and- there it was.

Tied up to the support beam near the front door, was a soaking wet Angel, legs weakly kicking at the wall? "Oh my god, Angel, what the hell happened," he asked, frantically untying her. Groaning, her head sunk down in her chest fainting from fatigue; freeing her, he scooped her up in his arms and quickly carried her down to his room. She looked so frail, so freezing, and so exhausted. The poor thing. Finding a soft little towel, wrapping his little Angel up in it, he sat down with her held firmly in his lap.

She was out for an hour, and he was about to doze off when she groaned putting a hand to her head. "Angel, what were you doing," he whispered in her ear holding her close. "They chased me," she mumbled, her eyes heavy and struggling to look at him in focus. "What, what do you mean," he asked, touching the side of her face, "Who chased you."

"I needed to get out of the house, and I was just walking home when the regular school kids got out. They think because I don't go to regular school that I am stupid…" her voice faltered as beads of tears like diamonds fell from her emerald eyes and Freddy brushed them away with his thumb. "You're a thousand times smarter, and that's why they are mean," Freddy whispered kissing her forehead, "So they chased you?" Angel nodded her head, I fell by hear and they told me I was so stupid I should spend more time in the pre-school… and…" she began to sob, shivering.

If Freddy could get his hands on those kids, he honestly thought he could kill them, torture them to death like they had been doing to his poor little Angel. "You can stay here, I promise I won't let them hurt you," he began, "but you have to promise me something my Angel."

Cocking her head to the side, she buried her face against his chest, signifying her acceptance- to tired for words. "Promise me, you won't tell a sole, promise me you won't ever say a thing about this, not even your name, if anyone asks, even me," he requested, squeezing her close to him. She would be ridiculed and abused for the rest of her life if anyone found out… "I love you Freddy… Thank you so much."

She nuzzled against him seeking warmth and he held her closer. "Here, let's find you something dry for you to wear, how's about that?" he said lifting her up and setting her down on the ground. Nodding happily, he ran off to search for something for her; yet, still he knew he did not have any little dresses or clothing for a little girl such as herself. How ever he did have a couple of button ups that would be able to cover her up a bit. Grabbing a White button up he held it out before him frowning. It'll have to do; when he turned around she was standing right behind him. "Oh, you scared me," he chuckled, and quickly hugged her shivering body. "Here. It isn't much, but at least it is dry," he chuckled walking over to the couch to let her change. He could here the soft rustling of her clothes, falling to the ground.

"Uhm…" he heard her pause.

"You can just hang your clothes on that wooden chair," he called back to her.

With in a few minutes she was back in front of him. The shirt was baggy on her tiny body, slipping off her shoulder, and coming down just at mid thigh. It was oddly sexy, and he had to shift himself so she wouldn't notice it when he stood up.

"Here, you look exhausted," he led her over to his bed letting her lay down in it, "I'll just take the couch and you get some r…" As he turned away, he felt her grab his hand in her own trembling one. She was sitting with her legs sprawled out beside her, eyes pleading for him to stay with her. A loud crack of thunder sounded over ahead, making her jump. She was afraid of the storm. Smiling, he left her side to change quickly into his T-shirt and boxers. His toned body a find display in, even these shabby clothes, sent a light flush across angels cheeks as she lay on her side in the bed. Moving in beside her on his back, he blushed trying to wrap an arm around her as she held fast to him- one arm across his chest the other over his leg. She looked so beautiful falling asleep there next to him, wishing the night would not be so brief as it always was.

Soothingly rubbing her back and helping her lull off to sleep in the midst of the storm, he suddenly flushed when he realized, she wore nothing at all beneath his thin white shirt. Smell intoxicating, the sight of her in his shirt, and the knowledge that she was open for the taking felt all too much for him, but breathing deep he remained still beside her, not wanting to ruin the moment. Kissing her forehead he whispered softly, "I love you too my Angel."

Xxxxxxxx

"You have kept my promise," he said aloud almost absent-mindedly.

"Yes."

"I took you that next night didn't I?" he asked.

"You made me yours."

"Did you break that bond?" his voice began to die in his throat.

"Never."