Disclaimers, ratings, name, etc can be found in prologue.

Author's Notes: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! Here's your treat! This is for Nephthys Jeckel, who said the world needs more Freddy Porn - bwhahaha!

More warnings…

WARNING: BAD LANGUAGE

WARNING: SENSUALITY (Much more this time and oh so naughty…I love it XD!)

WARNING: DISTURBING IMAGERY

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Chapter 23

Lori Campbell's dead body convulsed on the floor a few times, her mouth popping open and closed like a fish out of water as her eyes rolled up into the back of her skull. Her fingers twitched in the puddle of blood and pills beneath her as Freddy stood over her, triumphant.

A soft whisper of sound echoed before him and he looked up to see Samara standing there. She was in her teenager form - covered from head to toe in blood. Crimson dripped from the tips of her hair, rolled down her pale flawless skin, white dress and shoes stained.

He was panting, completely overtaken by the euphoria of having killed so many in such a short period of time. It had been much, much too long since real blood, the blood of his children, had decorated his razors, since screams of fright had filled his ears. This was as close to delirium as he had ever been and he felt fan-fucking-tastic.

It was impossible to even give words to the moment. Him, the man of a thousand quips and wise ass remarks couldn't think of one crack to make at this, his moment of glory. Instead he stood there, lost in the sea of souls, of kills that he had just committed and his glazed eyes focused intently on the girl before him.

Though he would never admit it, she was responsible for all of this. Without her, it would not have been possible. And at this moment, standing there, coated in blood from his kills, her perfect white image tainted, she was the most erotic thing he could remember having ever laid his eyes on.

He had never been in this position before - having some one around after he'd committed murder. At least, not someone that he didn't plan to kill right after. Never had a person around to…to celebrate his success with. He knew he should have had some opinion about it, some sort of feeling - anger, the want to gloat…something.

But instead he merely looked at her and felt his breathing go ragged, eyes locked on the blood painting her ghostly cheeks. He staggered over to her, body oddly heavy, hungry and wanting.

Her mouth opened to speak but quickly snapped shut as he drew closer. She didn't know why she had appeared to him like this. Maybe it was because she had wanted to show him what had happened at the club - how she had gotten covered with blood because of him, how good she felt about that.

Her previous kills had involved basically no blood whatsoever. There had been dark, dirty water, screaming, horror - that was about it. Never the kind of bloodbath that he had just induced this evening. Watching blood explode from people's bodies - getting covered in it. She found the experience far more delightful than she would have thought possible.

It was messy but excitingly so. And to feel such emotions when before to have none…sure, she did not show them but they were there deep inside stirring about. She had felt something back at the club. She had wanted to smile as those people had died - when she had seen Disher hanging there. That urge had grown even stronger at Paige's death and now Lori's, it was all almost too much for her.

And apparently it was for him too as he stood so close to her. Her freezing body easily felt the heat radiating off of him as her eyes met his. The look there was something she had never seen directed at her before and his face was so deathly serious.

He was close to her, towering over her, body inches away, causing the tingling inside her to grow more steady, turning it into a pulse that felt so…

She swallowed, actually swallowed, as his scent hit her. He smelled of burnt decay, of death and it enraptured her senses like nothing she had ever experience before in her entire existence.

He was upon her in an instant, his hands taking hold of her arms, fingers moving upward to knot tightly in her hair, tugging sharply enough to bend her head back, exposing her face and throat for his view.

His grip was rough as he lowered his head and she didn't know what to expect. His tongue came out, wiping leisurely along her cheek.

He eagerly lapped up the blood on her, bathing her face as she stood rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do, how to react. He had done this before - back when they had first met but this time it seemed so different, more charged.

She chose to relax, allowing him to continue, too curious to see what would happen next to make him stop. She wanted to know more, had to know more…this was all about new experiences, about learning. And there was also the fact that she didn't want to move, what he was doing felt…it felt…

She suddenly realized not only that she had not been breathing but now that she was breathing again it was coming out wrong, off track. The organ in her chest that was once Becca's heart seemed to be moving at an irregular rate.

The variety of sensations she was feeling caused the pulsing deep inside her to grow worse, she didn't know what was happening to her body but it wasn't that bad…in fact it was quite good.

Each touch caused a ripple to move through her - his fingers in her hair scratching her scalp, his mouth along her skin, the slick wet glide of his wicked tongue…she had never felt so…warm.

Her hands found his shoulders and her fingers dug down hard in response to his painful hold on her hair. Nails like tiny teeth, biting deeply as they sunk into his flesh.

He did not seem to notice or care, instead continuing to work over her face, blood disappearing as his searching mouth seemed to move further, growing ever nearer to her own lips.

Samara found herself twisting in his embrace, trying to bring herself closer, confusion and desire overwhelming her. A sound came from somewhere, from one of them as his tongue finally drifted over her lips, brushing along the seam.

Her mouth fell open and she felt her breath mingle with his, wondering what would happen from here when her belly wrenched deep inside. She gasped and drew away, suddenly disappearing in a flash. Freddy stood in place, startled.

Jesus Christ! Someone had woken her up!

Freddy roared, furious at being denied yet again.

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"Sam?" Will queried softly, his hand on her shoulder. Samara jumped, eyes blinking rapidly as she turned to face the boy before her, the look she shot him priceless fury. She shoved him away and let out a huff, shaking herself.

Will turned red, embarrassed, "I - I'm sorry, it's just…we're here, at the hotel, and you…you were moaning in your sleep. I - I thought you might be in trouble. Bad dream?"

The way he asked the last question showed his insecurity and she sighed, trying to forget her anger. It wasn't like the idiot knew where she had truly been and perhaps things were better this way…she couldn't believe what had just happened mere minutes ago.

Her and Freddy…god, the heart in her chest was still rapidly beating and her hand went to her cheek. She could still feel his mouth there. What would have happened if Will hadn't woke her up? That question would plague her for the rest of eternity.

Her gaze returned to the boy in question who still sat before her, worry written all over him. She sighed and decided she'd better speak or she'd look strange, "It wasn't a bad dream…it was actually good…for once."

Will nodded, his hand running through his hair, "Yeah, I got that…"

Samara caught the action and frowned. She didn't know why but she liked watching the boy play with his hair, she had caught him doing it a lot and each time the behavior intrigued her in ways she couldn't quite grasp.

Why was she doddering around with this human so much anyway? What was there to gain? She rationalized that she was out to spread the fear, to increase the body count. But was that all there was to it? Why did she choose to spend so much time with him and him alone? Why she chose to stick around this particular individual perplexed her. Why waste so much time solely with him? Follow him around?

It made her recall the club and his compliments. Then her thoughts returned to Freddy and what had almost happened between them. Then back to Will again. Especially now, considering the look in his eyes…

He looked at her in a way no one ever had before. Freddy did the same, but in a different way. The frown on her face deepened. Being in this body truly was throwing her equilibrium off. Her mind was constantly plagued with wonder and doubt. She had to free herself back into spirit form. And soon.