I don't own NOES stuff.

Ok almost done!

Freddy: I just realized something.

What would that be?

Freddy: what if you randomly got an idea and were like "OHMAWGAWD I LIKE SO TOTALLY HAVE TO ADD THIS,"

First of all, I do not talk like a bimbo. Secondly, I would just add it before I finished and said sorry, but once the final chapter is up, that is it for this story. I may make a sequel, though.

Freddy: Depends on the demand?

I guess

Freddy: You ho.

You jack ass

Straddling her hips he dug his face into her neck, nibbling at her collarbone, her hands pushing at his chest. Smacking them away, and pinning them back up by her head he made his way down between her breasts, licking and nipping the soft skin. She moaned and groaned in an odd mixture of pleasure and utter disgust. Slapping his back and trying to whimper through her insistent moaning, she bucked up against him trying to roll him off of her. Smirking at her effort, he eased up on her letting her push him over. Before he was half way off of her, he wrapped his arms around her pulling her on top of him.

Groaning, she placed her hands on the ground trying to push up and away from his disgusting form. How ever, with in seconds she froze as his four blades roved over her scars he had given her when she was just a little girl. "You do realize you are mine now don't you," he whispered against her mouth; hand in her hair tugging hard to make her look him in the eyes.

"Not like this," she retorted. Why did she always talk like that? He frowned bighting her lip and sending out a soft cry from her stone cold body. "Let me rephrase that," he breathed against her mouth, crushing his lips against hers. Whimpering in his moth, her lips were so swollen and aching from his harsh touch and all she wanted was for him to just let her die. "You are mine," he rasped through a heavy lustful breath. Resuming his feverish attention to her lips, his blades dragged over her scars with a bit more pressure sending a sharp pain up her back.

"Stop," she groaned, "please just stop."

He chuckled, tracing the small cuts on her back with his claws. Hoisting her up so her breasts were nearer to his face, her elbows propped on the ground so she could look down at him, he licked in circles around her sensitive nipples. "This," he began, the humming of his voice against her breast causing her to shutter, "Says other wise." Furrowing her brow in confusion, she felt him grab her shoulders, and flipping her onto her back. With in seconds she felt two scarred fingers slam up inside of her, a stream of thick wetness dripping onto the ground.

"You're so messy," he smirked, taking his thumb and rubbing her clit in small circles as his fingers dashed in and out of her body. "No, just leave me alone! I don't want you," she screamed bucking up against him and writhing in pain. Her entrance was still swollen from the previous nights, and she did not think she could take another beating and survive it. He was vile, a killer, and slowly she was growing too loath him. "Stop denying bitch," he growled, "You know you think about it all the time."

She ceased her writhing and just continued moaning and whimpering, "you know that when you would wake up all you would think about was me." He paused, licking up her chest, and nibbling at her neck, "you know you craved it." His breathing grew labored, as if it was taking all of his will and might to restrain him from beating into her until she was a spineless wreck. "You know you love everything I do to you," she felt his long shaft suddenly graze the side of her leg. "No… no…" she whimpered, eyes like shattered glass. His how ever, were filled with a sudden rage, anger, and an intense pain. Pulling his hands from her opening he clutched her throat with a crushing force. "You do!" he yelled, making her flinch and grab at his hands feverishly. Hips crashing against hers demandingly, he panted, "Say you do… don't lie to me… say… say you do!"

"I do," she wheezed.

"Say you love what I do to you!" shifting himself to enter her body.

Whining she shook her head no, sending a wave of pressure on her neck again.

"I love what you do to me!" she cried.

"Say my Fucking name…" his eyes were on fire and his body felt as if it would burn her own.

"I love what you do to me… Freddy. I love what you do," she sobbed, his grip releasing her neck and leaving a series of bruises around it.

Ravenously, he plunged deep with in her, burying his face in her neck and picking her legs up to his sides. Grunting, his hips jerked in and out of her with such a need, lust, and power that she felt her whole body move with every pump. Jerking up as he slammed into her full force, and flying back with him as he ripped him self out of her. She was on a sea, a treacherous sea that sent waves of pleasure and pain through the storm that took hold of her frail body.

Crying, she clutched onto his back, snapping her eyes shut, and preying that time would move faster. Just let go.

"Give in… Give into me…" he panted, grapping her face and forcing her to look up at him "Say… you want more…"

She groaned apprehensively, wishing she could lull her head to the side and pretend she couldn't here him over her loud moans. He pumped harder into her, sending her reeling beneath him; and in turn only exciting him more. He was terribly hard, and the way he was pumping into her was destroying her.

"I want more," she cried, "please, god, you're hurting me."

He crashed into her even harder, "No God," he growled above her. He was so much like an animal, a beast, a monster.

"Please, Freddy."

Groaning loudly above her, his pace began to speed up as the sound of his name. When it fell off those sweet lips, it drove him crazy, drove him mad with lust! And he was right on the edge, so close to his breaking point, moving fast and faster, shaking her body, making the floor boards creek. "Say my name…" he demanded, grabbing her neck again and forcing her to look him in the eye when he did so.

She was in tears, but so close to her own peak, so close to flying right over the edge. It was beautiful, and damn did it feel so good. Hips jerking wildly, with out a beat just smashing erratically with out warning into her pelvis. Wetness closing around him, his own shaft twitching for release, "Say my fucking name!"

"Freddy," she screamed through a sea of tears, body writhing with his until the both fell limply on the floor.

Pulling her on top of him as he rolled over, she looked too dazed to even protest, too far gone to push him away. Satisfied, he brushed his fingers through his pet's hair, and trace lines down her arms with his blades. "I have to go now, my Angel."

He began to slip away from the heated room, "be ready for me when I come back." And with out hearing a reply, he was gone.

Xxxxxxx

One more girl, one more person he had to kill, and he would be free. The little butch, he could smell her and to be honest, he was not so excited. The event of killing this little bitch would be nothing in comparison to seeing the look on his Angels face. That dumb bitch.

There she was, short, with her short hair and baggy boy clothes. She liked his bitch, and his bitched liked this butch- Christina. Never, as long as he was around, would that ever happen.

She looked terrified, little hands shaking furiously as she paced to and fro. She was so ignorant. Raising claw to the pipes beside him he began to tap his blades one after the other. Spinning to face him, she took a deep breath in, wispy and scratchy. "Who are you," she called, taking a few steps back. Smirk showing from beneath his cat, he lowly began to make his way forward, dragging his hand along the wall with a trail of sparks flying every which way. Cupping her ears she bowed over with a small frail cry. Taking the opportunity he ran at her full force grabbing her face in his clawed hand.

Her Eyes poked out between two of the fingers and nose just barely having room for air. Muffled cries, vibrated against his hand deliciously as he shuddered in pleasure. Oh this would be fun. Slowly he tightened his grip on her face. Letting his blades just barely puncture her skin, sending her hands to work at his wrist with a dedication like no other.

"Ah, little, little piggy," he teased, squeezing his claws a little harder, "we are in a bit of competition." The girl's eyes were wide and glassy, blinking so rapidly from the small lines of blood that was slipping into her eyes.

"My bitch," he started, "she likes you, and you like her." The pressure on her face continued to grow portions of her skin squeezing between her fingers like dough. "Though I have no idea what she sees in a person like you when she could have a man like me," he scoffed. Lifting her off the ground slightly, legs' kicking as a small pop was heard. "You see, if you did not have relations with her, I could have easily killed some one else," he elaborated, waving his free and putting more pressure on her face, knives finally making contact with bone. Her muffled screams and please showing no acknowledgement for a thing he was saying.

"So you see, I am killing to birds with one stone," he smirked, "No competition, and being free." His voice practically caressed the word free, as if it was something so savory and sensual that he could taste, feel, see, smell, and hear it.

"Besides, my little piggy," his hand pressed harder on her head, cracks of bone, eyes bulging out of their sockets and pools of blood flowing out between his fingers, "she was too good for you."

With that, he hand clamped down, shattering her skull into little pieces, claws ripping through her brain, as her little body spazzumed bellow, feet twitching and sending drops of blood about the floor like a Jackson Pollock painting. Letting her body fall to the floor, flopping about like a fish, as the see quickly grew- a mess of brain fluids, brain matter, blood, skin, and shards of bone. Again, he couldn't help but with he had a camera.

Deep with in his veins, deep with in his core, he could feel the power. His heart raced giddily as he dashed off back to Angel.

He would be free and she would be trapped here forever. They would trade places per say, and here she could live out the rest of her miserable life while he could stay outside, with the people would soon come to fear and revere him.

Freddy was back.