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WARNING: BAD LANGUAGE

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Chapter 35

The water geysers and their dancing flames died swiftly. Angela was still in Will's arms as Maggie and Jacob walked over. Jacob's eyes kept casting over to the tree. He could vaguely see Samara and Freddy's dead bodies huddled against it. He saw they were in each others arms much like Will and Angela were.

Then they both suddenly changed before his eyes - Freddy bursting into flames, quickly reducing himself to ash and Samara melting into water, sinking into the ground.

He shuddered in disgust, tongue sticking out, "What was all that about?"

"I'm not sure," Maggie mummered, deep in thought, "My only guess is from what Samara eluded to. She…possessed that girl. She kept referring to 'the body', making me think she-"

"She was Rebecca Kotler," Will spoke up, voice sad, "That's what the teacher said when he introduced her. Sam…Samara corrected us, told us her name was Sam…I'll bet Rebecca was the girl she possessed."

Maggie nodded, "Makes sense, I think she may have been some sort of spirit that made a pact with Freddy but by inhabiting a body she was host to exhilarating feelings, emotions - things she had never experienced before. It caused her to question Freddy, turn on him - she didn't want to be his puppet."

"She did go on about how she didn't want to be owned…" Angela whispered.

Jacob wasn't finished with the questions, "But the water? The fire? How did she-"

"I don't know," Maggie sighed, "But I think we had better find out."

"Why? They're dead."

She shook her head, "You should know by now that Freddy is never dead. Only delayed a while. We still have to find a way to put my Father down. For good."

"Samara too." Angela added determinedly.

"Whoa, wait…" Will protested, releasing Angela, "Sam…Samara, she saved us! Why would-"

"Will, I'm sorry but Samara is evil, okay? She's with Freddy. She's helping him." Maggie insisted.

"But - but you don't know her…what she's like," Will whispered, "When we were together she was-"

"It was all lies, dude, she played you!" Jacob grumbled.

"But-"

"I'm sorry, Will, but Jacob's right. You have to accept it. Samara is no good and she has to be stopped." Angela said as she and Will rose to their feet.

He didn't answer, instead looking off into the distance. Angela gave him a little hug and Maggie sighed, "Come on guys, this is far from over."

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Freddy opened one eye wearily. He wondered if he'd actually see anything or if the darkness of Hell would greet him. Instead he found himself out front of 1428 Elm. Both eyes opened and he ran his hands over himself. He was home! He was in the Dreamscape. Samara had done it!

He let out a relieved breath and looked around, wondering where she was. He saw no one and frowned. Had he been unable to pull her through? Shit! The one time he actually tried to do something somewhat decent and-

Samara landed in a heap next to him. She was once again a little girl. She rose to her feet groggily. Freddy walked away from her, seating himself on the one unbroken part of banister surrounding 1428's porch.

The first thing that occurred to Samara as her senses came around was that she felt -

Free.

Right.

It was like the past few days had never happened. She was no longer mired with murky confusion. Her thoughts were clear and open. She felt whole. A few blinks. The human feelings she had had were gone. Even thinking of Will conjured nothing inside of her. She was disconnected, just as she had been before.

Her little head turned and she saw Freddy looking down at her from his perch. He sighed and it was obvious he didn't know what to say. While he had never trusted her, their last battle and her traitorous actions stung in their own right. But then they had saved each other, and now…

Samara spoke first, her voice broadcasting in his head, "Why did you bring me back?"

Freddy's frown deepened. He was surprised to discover he actually had missed this particular form of communication with her. The moment the static encrusted telepathy entered his mind it felt as if it had found something that had been lost. This was an unpleasant insight.

And her question caused another look between discomfort and disgust to cross his face. He didn't know what to say. He refused to admit that he had grown something of a begrudging respect for her.

After all, the power she had shown in the outside world had been impressive, as well as the continued control she was growing over the dreamscape - like the trick she'd pulled on Maggie, that may have been unwanted at the time but that didn't make it any less impressive.

But he'd never admit he enjoyed her company. And he would never say he liked her.

At last he said, "I can use some help killing."

"Thought you wanted to do it all on your own. No sidekicks."

"Just shut up and be grateful."

Samara nodded, then added quietly, "Thank you. For sparing me."

Freddy merely growled low in his throat, eyes directed away from her. Silence would have been dominant if she hadn't decided to continue the flow of communication, murmuring, "So - are you going to punish me?"

He didn't answer or look at her, "I mean, you don't forgive and forget…"

Freddy's thoughts rolled through his head and he sneered, settling on, "You fucked up. Don't do it again."

She had the strangest feeling this was his form of saying he accepted some sort of unspoken apology from her. So then, things were back to normal. Or at least as normal as it could be between a psychotic dream killer and a child who spread about a seven day curse and crawled out of television sets.

Still, something troubled her, this whole situation and his actions, so uncharacteristic of him, and then it hit her…

Her eyes widened slightly as she looked at him; "You were married."

Freddy's posture became rigid.

"You had a child."

His head twisted in her direction, jaw clenched, ticking with bearly leashed fury but she did not react to this, instead she seemed almost melancholy, "You're not forgiving or forgetting, you're…understanding…"

He hissed, obviously trying to release the pent up anger inside of him. She licked her lips, then pressed them together tightly to form a line, nodding her head, "Now I see. When you were alive-"

Freddy cut her off, taking over the inevitable, telling story of truth, "When you have a body you do stupid, stupid shit. You're part of the world so you do what everyone tells you, what society dictates, even if you don't agree with their goddamn mandates! Being alive - emotions, feelings - fucking weaknesses. Humanity is a bitch!"

Samara nodded, then whispered, "Do you remember-"

"Every moment," he snarled, "Loretta…snooping whore - when she was pregnant all I ever thought about was splitting her wide open, letting that seed slip out with her entrails…"

"So…you figure there's no point in punishing me or fighting me as you know it's pointless considering all we've been through. Instead you've decided to overlook my betrayal, chalk it up as me losing myself in foolish human emotions thanks to the body I have now lost. You knew once it was gone I'd return to normal and now you and I can work together quite nicely again. In other words, you can be taught," Samara mumbled under her breath with a slight smirk.

He merely shrugged, "I've been around for far too long not to learn a trick or two. My survival depends on it, though now I do have to start all over thanks to your 'episode'."

"Not exactly," Her smirk grew into a full-fledged twisted smile, "You help me, I help you. If you let me, I can get you all the fear you need. No setbacks. After all, my original tape is still out there, filtering around from victim to victim. And I imagine a few of them have reached their seven day limit…I could let you handle them. If you'd like."

Freddy's eyes landed on her as she put her hands behind her back and swayed from side to side enticingly. He felt satisfaction flood him, "All right…let's try things your way."

He lowered himself from the banister and turned to walk inside when he heard a voice behind him, a distinctly older voice, "Oh Freddy…"

Once more he looked at her and saw she had changed into her teenage form. While having lost the body, she could still retain the image of being 'Becca'. No, never Becca again nor ever 'Sam' again, but Samara.

She looked at him, dark bottomless eyes almost twinkling as she purred, "Remember how many times I've only given you a mere taste of me? Saying you can't touch me…do anything without my permission?"

She opened her arms, "Well now you have it."

An instant shaft of lust burst inside him at her offer. He looked at that body - lush and full. Looked at those lips he had never entered. Always so close yet so far away. Always taunting him, teasing him - making him want.

He knew now what he had just started to realize when ever he'd been thinking over her, over his obsession with her…

She had charmed him, enraptured him…

He was as much hers as she was his. The control over her he had so long been seeking to have had been found, set, but in the process he had trapped himself as well. At last, she was his. But he was hers. They were both equal. The same. One.

"Claim your prize - you've earned it." She whispered, voice breathy with desire as he drew closer, the heat of him clashing with her own natural cold - two contrasts exploding together to create something powerfully intoxicating to them both.

"We've earned it." He growled as his arms ensnared her, tugging her body roughly to him, grip tight as his head tiled to one side and his mouth covered hers, her lips willingly parting to allow his tongue access.

Not that it mattered. Willing or no, he made sure the act held no tenderness, his mouth raping hers, pillaging away all gentleness. His fingers dug into her small shoulders, claws ripping away clothing so he could touch her bare flesh, causing it to break out in goosebumps. His hands were hot, hungry, pawing away at her, clutching, bruising with hard caresses.

He felt insatiable but she did not crack under his pressure, if anything she returned it, her own fingers scratching at him, the sounds of his sweater ripping audible as she tugged at the rough material, her hands darting up under it.

A salacious groan escaped him; it has been far, far too long since he had indulged in something like this. Kissed a woman - at least one that was willing, had felt hands on him that were hungry to touch him, hurt him in a sexual way, not killing-you way.

How could he have forgotten? How could he not have missed it?! But then, Loretta had been a miserable fuck. Samara was her extreme opposite. He could all ready tell. His undead blood was boiling with fervor and parts of him he had thought long dead sprang to life, eager for more, starving, desperate…

But he could not find mere release in the touch or smell of her - it was the taste that was filling him up, driving him over. He searched and devoured her pretty little mouth, plunging deep inside, past the pink lips and tongue, exploring hidden areas, flickering over parts she wasn't even aware could feel so good - the roof of her mouth, along her teeth, hollows of her cheeks - everywhere, nothing left unexplored and ravaged.

Moans peeled out of her and as he continued to get more and more vicious with his kiss, practically sucking the air out of her, she latched her teeth on to his lip, biting down hard. He let out a cry, broken from his attack and she laughed, the sound deep and husky, curling out of her mouth like wood smoke as she took control.

Her tongue lashed over his wounded lip, drinking in the blood then drove deep into his mouth, subjecting him to her own exploration, the tip of her tongue brushing over his rotted teeth and over his own tongue, massaging it, entwine it with her own and he merely relaxed, grunting like a wounded animal, allowing her this.

But soon enough the balance was equal as things always ended up between them in the end. The kiss mutual, both hungry mouths and tongues working together to devour, search and taste and in this they both realized this was more than a mere kiss but a sealing of their dark, unholy union for all time.