WARNING: This chapter contains both graphic death scenes and sexual content, you have been warned. I own nothing. This chapter is dedicated to my fan Marcie.

Chapter Thirteen: You Belong to Me

You'll never know the way your words have haunted me.
I can't believe you'd ask these things of me.
You don't know me…

I can't escape the twisted way you think of me.
I feel you in my dreams and I don't sleep…

Snow White Queen – Evanescence

Traveling through time and space, Freddy and Lori appeared in the halls of Springwood High. She had plummeted into the reality with him. His reality, his world; held tightly in his arms. She was so damaged that this embrace, though she knew it meant nothing to him, was a little comfort to her. Not that she would ever admit it. She opened her eyes and looked around, noticing the white walls and grey lockers. Signs about the prom and graduation were plastered in intervals along the hallway. She looked down and she was even wearing her own jean skirt and button down white blouse that she normally wore to school.

"Why did you bring me here?" she asked nervously, trying to pull from his grasp. He released her and turned her around, his arm wrapped around her waist as he pressed her back against him. "We are here for your next gift to me. You are going to bring one of my children to me this time. Someone you remember. Someone from your past," he said jerking his head toward the lockers beside them.

She glanced over as a large poster sized picture of a dark haired girl plastered across three lockers. She knew her at once as one of the students at the school. One of the many girls who had stared at her like a freak the day that this all began. The day after Trey died…

She was begged her dad to let her go to school, to get out of the house and away from the memories of her nightmares of Freddy. Then she thought they were just dreams. She had left home and went to school, thoughts of Trey and her best friend Gibb in her mind. When she got there, of course everyone had heard of the incident. Everyone was watching her cross the grounds, staring at her with fear in their eyes.

Whispers behind her back.

It was still a while before first bell and she had decided to wait for Gibb and Kia to arrive, to have them with her during this time. She had been leaning on the school fence post when the girl in the picture had come up behind her, staring at her. Tiffany Gabel. Yes, she knew this girl, and all her snotty friends. She had always hated her, especially since she had teased her for years about her 'pretend boyfriend'. How she just made up Will just to avoid other guys. Tiffany had spread many a rumor about her over the years. That she was a lesbian, a skank, a whore just to name a few. She had saw her walking past and had turned, trying to avoid her accusing stares and any words she may have. It was then that Gibb and Kia came to her and held her closely, all of them reveling in the nights horrors. She had found about Blake, how he had been killed as well along with his dad. They had walked her into the school and met with Will and Mark where she heard the story of Freddy.

She could now hear Tiffany even now from behind them, walking away joining one of her ditzy friends. "Told you that Campbell chick was psycho. Some burnt guy chasing her in her dreams named Freddy? Jesus, that bitch will do anything for attention."

She had walked away laughing at her. Just like always. Just like she had most of her time at Springwood High. Oh how she had wished that she would just die.

Just fucking die…

The memory of this was interrupted as she felt Freddy release her completely, stepping toward the picture on the wall. He grabbed the picture and ripped it away. But where locker doors should have been, was now what looked like a large window looking into a dark bedroom with white carpet. She saw the large canopy bed in the middle, Tiffany asleep amongst the disgustingly pink blankets. The happy little princess.

Anger welled up inside Lori then, burning at the very heart of her. This girl that had taunted and tormented her for most of her school years. Every child had a bully, but this girl had taken just one step too far when it had come to Will.

Freddy turned, his clawed hand motioning her to step toward the window into the sleeping girl's room. "This bitch has been the bane of your existence for years. I have seen it. Seen inside the hate you hold for this little piggy. She belongs dead. Just like your father she thought you were crazy, not evening believing you about your precious Will."

Lori walked slowly toward him, staring at Tiffany, feeling that anger that had been there for her father's betrayal now flame anew. It was like a disease eating at her every pore, a parasite feeding on her brain. And yet, the thought of her dead was also terrifying. Another human life taken by the monster that beckoned her forward.

"She was not one of them that locked me up."

He grinned. "But she is one of them that didn't believe you. That tormented you and your friends. The bitch deserves it. You know that, even now, as you fight me. There's nowhere to run Lori, so let's just get it over with. She already knows the fear of me that you gave her. Now make it stronger. Give me what I want. Bring her to me."

She paused, still staring at the girl. Her mind was reeling. The wanting of this girl to suffer and die and the pain of her soul screaming to run, to do what was right and save this girl's life. To not allow anymore death. Tiffany was innocent.

Innocent? her mind screamed at her. There is nothing innocent about this bitch.

Lori felt her body began to shake, fear and hatred in a fierce battle within her. She turned her attention to him, still fighting. "I can't believe you'd ask these things of me. I can't just pull some girl in and kill her. She had no part of this. She is…."

But as she looked at Freddy leaning against the lockers, a smug smile across his face, she could not even finish that sentence. Tiffany wasn't innocent…

Another memory invading her thoughts like a knife. Tiffany walking into the girl's bathroom while Lori was in there, talking with Kia before their second class and before Will had arrived. As Tiffany entered with her two other friends, she had glared at Lori.

"Well, guess this one is occupied girls. Didn't know there were storing the trash in the girls rooms these days."

Kia glared back at the group. "Go the fuck away Tiffany. She has been through enough."

Tiffany shrugged, turning her back on them. "Too bad it wasn't you that died Lori. That might have been something to actually talk about. Maybe you should just commit suicide like that dork Blake and get it over with."

She flipped her hair and walked out, laughing hysterically with her friends….

She had wished for your death. She had even wished it had been you that had committed suicide. What kind of innocence is that?

Her mind was winning over her fear. The hatred was taking control. Taking over.

"Don't scream anymore. Don't look back. Just give her to me. Let me kill her for you."

It was resolved.

It was over.

She closed her eyes in defeat and let the power fill her once again. She imagined thousand of fibers pulling at that image, pulling at Tiffany who now tossed and turned in her bed. She could hear her breathing like before, her heart beating faster as she was being pulled into Freddy's realm of nightmare. She opened her eyes and saw the bed now empty, the room silent and still. The noise now came from the classroom down the hall from her, the Social Studies room. She also noticed that Freddy was no longer by her side. Spinning around, she looked up and down the hall for him. Nothing.

"Who the hell are you?" came the high pitched voice of Tiffany from the classroom. This caught Lori in a pang of fear and she ran to the room, ran to see what was going on. She ripped open the door and was greeted by a scene of terror.

Freddy was scraping his blades across the chalkboard on the wall, the high pitched squeals of the blades making the young girl confined to the desk at the back of the room cringe and scream. He stalked slowly toward his prey, taking each moment of her screams and fears in like a drug, savoring the taste and pleasure. Lori could almost feel the anticipation gleaming in his eyes. She was frozen at the door, unable to move yet unable to look away.

"You have been a bad little piggy Tiffany. Such a bad student."

Tiffany jerked at the chair and desk she seemed to be stuck to, desperately trying to escape. She noticed Lori then for the first time. Confusion and shock filled her terrified face.

"You! Help me Lori! This freak is trying to kill me!"

"Oh, but Lori was the one who brought you here. She was the one that put you in detention!" he jeered, laughing at the trembling girl. Tiffany now stared at Lori with wild eyes. In that moment, as Lori looked into the eyes of the girl trapped in the desk, she could feel only hate. Every cruel and evil think Tiffany ever did began to come to the surface.

"Don't let him kill me Lori! God damn it, you stupid bitch, help me!"

Lori could only stare. Stare in the eyes of disgust.

"I can't save your life," she finally spoke, her eyes narrowing on the girl, focused only on her as she let the anger break free. "There is nothing I want more than your torment."

That was all he needed. That same release of anger, of pure evil. Lori watched this time without fear as he stalked toward his victim. Watched as he gripped her hair and lifted her from the desk, throwing her across the room against the chalkboard. Watched as Tiffany hit the wall with a sickening crack, her arm bent at an odd angle on the ground.

Tiffany wailed in agony on the floor, holding her arm close to her as the bone jutted from the muscle, splintered,

"Students raise their hands to speak!" he called at to her mockingly, flicking his claws at her. As he did this, the lifeless arm she now cradle was forcibly raise over her head , pulling the muscles and tendons taunt only to be lacerated by the splinters of broken bone and cartridge. Her pain radiated back to Lori, causing her own muscles to ache. He heart still ached to stop this, to make this torture end, but the pain of this girls torment raged more and the torture continued.

Freddy took his time with her. As he left her there to hang, her arm so high that it lifted her off her toes, he walked at the agonizingly slow pace he always did for his children. He flicked his blades again, his power now pulling up the other arm above her head, pulling it so tight that her collar bone snapped within her. He heard the bone splinter in two, causing more screams to escape her young throat. Music to his ears.

"No! Please! Please leave me alone!" she was able to say, able to gasp out to him in a final plea. The invisible power to manipulate the body now turned her around, slamming her chest and face against the chalkboard, breaking the bridge of her nose. An improvement to her face, he thought to himself. Blood now gushed from her face, entering her mouth as she wailed, turning once again to face them, her back against the chalkboard and her arms pinned high.

"Since you spoke out of turn Tiffany, I think you should write lines on the board. What do you think Lori?"

Lori saw him turn toward her, a grin across his face. He was close to Tiffany now, within reach of her back. Lori could only stare at him, unable to speak. If she unlocked her teeth now, she would not be able to go through with this. Not able to take anymore.

"Lori! Please help me! Don't let him kill me! Please!"

Freddy laughed maniacally and turned back to Tiffany. "Time for detention, piggy. We shall write 'I will not cry in class.' Let's see if we can't get the message to…SINK IN!"

His index claw, like a pen, began to slash the letters deep into her arm left. Each gash dripped crimson, the skin and muscle shredding under his claws. He spelled out the words, each cut going deeper and deeper into her flesh.

I… …W….I….L…L… N…O…T…

He was at the end of her left arm and moved straight across to her right arm, pulling a splinter of the bone out of her arm to be out of his way.

C….R…..Y… I….N….. C….L….A….S….S…

He ended at her right wrist, the blood now pouring freely where he had cut into her wrist.

Lori was still motionless. Tiffany's screams were now burned in her mind, in her tainted soul. But so was her hatred of this girl.

How could both even exist at the same time? Hate and Sorrow?

She heard a rip as he tore the girls shirt away, exposing her bra and stomach. His blades began their same pattern once again across her breasts, blood splattering the wall, Tiffany's tortured face and the floor.

Slash…. Slash…

I…. W…I…..L….L…..

Lori ran forward, grabbing his bladed hand within her own. She plunged forward, forcing his claws straight into the girls screaming chest, silencing her for the final time. Blood poured from her open mouth now set in the silent scream.

Freddy was so taken aback but the sudden movement he had not even stopped her, nor tried to pull his hand away. His head turned from his victim to look at the woman now using his own hand as her weapon.

Their eyes met.

His burning with joy of the kill.

Hers burning with hatred and confusion.

"She's had enough. The message has sunk in," was all Lori could rationally say as she realized yet again she had been the one to wield the blade that had taken her life. She even buried it in just a little bit deeper into the corpse. For that what the girl was now. The lights in her eyes were gone, her chest still, her muscles no longer tense. She was gone from this world and the real world. Gone forever.

After what seemed like hours, Lori released his hand, pulling her own hands back to see the blood that now covered them.

Tiffany's blood on her hands. Yet, for just a moment, this actually elated her, made her feel powerful. The thought that the bitch was finally dead no longer made her wince. What was happening to her?

He also released his claws from the corpse, wiping the blades along the tattered remains of her clothes. He turned and faced Lori, his normal hand gripping her chin to force her to look up at him. "Soon Lori. Soon I know you'll see you are just like me…."

Her soul ripped apart. His words penetrated her very being.

"I'm losing my mind and you just stand there and stare as my world divides. I can't go on like this. I can't be split in two like this. I could not watch her suffer any longer, but now I can't….can't…"

She was silenced by his lips, his right arm on her waist, pulling her into him. She tasted the girl's blood on his lips as he entered her mouth, his tongue delving slowly. And she reacted inevitably just as before. Match to an open flame. She was on fire in an instant, her thoughts of sanity and of morality clouded by his powerful lips.

Her hands of their own accord now moved, wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands now grabbed both her legs and lifted her up, holding her to him as he moved setting her on the large teaches desk in the middle of the room. He broke away from her, looking down at her gasping from the kiss. She was covered in the blood of the corpse that now had vanished from the dream world, tiny speckles glittering on her cheeks, her breasts, her arms. It spotted her tight white blouse.

He had never seen anything so tempting to him. This bitch would be so much fun to turn. To make into someone just as sick and twisted as him. And she was almost there. Nothing ever turned him on more than blood and death. He had always found it to be the highest point of pleasure for him. And when you could kill and taste the flesh at the same time?

"Not here," she whimpered. "Not after that."

A sadistic smile crossed his lips as he grasped her hips, pulling her bottom to the very edge of the desk. She was sitting on the edge, her legs dangling on each side of him. He grabbed the collar of her blouse and tore it half, exposing a soft lacy bra. She did not try to cover herself, but only gripped the desk harder. He then reached under her skirt and tore away more fabric, exposing her to the open air making her gasp.

"Lean back, my little slut," he ordered softly, sadistic lust coating every word. Lori gazed into his eyes, and she obeyed. She closed her own eyes and slowly leaned back until she was lying on the desk.

"You want me Lori?"

She did not answer. She refused to tell him she wanted him. She DID NOT!

Slash of metal against her thigh, droplets of blood forming….

The pain was burning, causing her to scream out. "No! I need you! I can't help what I need!"

He chuckled, his breath on her thigh above the thin cut. She stiffened as she felt the demon's tongue lick away the tiny droplets of crimson. The sensations in her body were reeling, her hips undulating slowly up to meet him. Her skin was on fire, her breasts aching and stretching against the confines of her bra. His tongue traced down further, circling her inner thigh, across the smooth shaven flesh until…

"No!" she gasped, her body quaking. The long snake extended from his mouth and plunged deep with her body, tasting the sweetness of her need. He gripped her hips tightly as she tried to back away from the edge of the desk, pulling her closer to him. All she could do was grip the desk as spasms wracked her body from the invasion. He was all the way inside her now, filling her as completely as before. Her hips rocked, bucking again his mouth in time with his thrusts, her legs now spread even further. Her body was tightening, like the drawstring of a bow she was arching off the desk, her body preparing for the shattering release.

Only it did not come…

The snake that was his tongue retracted back into his mouth, licking his lips. He released her legs and leaned up and over her on the desk, his face near hers.

"You won't have that until you tell me you want me. Remember that bitch. I decide when you get yours."

She stared at him in shock, her whole body screaming and protesting against her heart. It demanded that she would say it. Demanded for what it had killed for, for what it needed to live.

Again, the soul was stronger than the physical need. She glared back at him, even in this vulnerable position. "NEVER!"

He flicked his bladed in front of her face, his index blade tracing along the contours of her chest down to her navel as he spoke. "Such a fighter. I like that in my new toy. We will see about that during your next kill."

"Never," she repeated, as if trying to convince herself.

"After all," he said as he traced his blade to her stomach his faces just inches from her navel, "You Belong to Me."

She woke up as the demon brushed his lips against the small bump that had not been there before.

Brushed his lips over his precious spawn…..

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