We Shall Meet Again

By: Draculamomma

Chapters 6 and 7

Hello dear readers and fans, I am so so so so so so so sorry to keep you all waiting for the next part of this story, but for some odd reason I can't post new chapters up, and it's killing me. I know about the 'add chapters' part of the site, I am not that retarded, but whenever I go to upload a new chapter, the same chapters are always uploaded instead. Please if anyone knows how to help, PM me!!!!!!!!

Thanks, Happy reading my lovelies!

Chapter 6

(NANCY AND FREDDY)

Nancy tried kicking Freddy's strong body off of hers, but after minutes of endless struggles, she gave up. Freddy was too strong…

"That's because he is feeding off of your fears!" A voice inside her head shouted.

Freddy licked his lips as he eyed Nancy as if she were a piece of meat he was about to gladly feast upon. He lowered his face so it was an inch away from hers, but instead of kissing her, he turned and let his lips wander above her ear.

"Nancy, stop being a little bitch and stay still!" He whispered. This only infuriated Nancy even more.

"Freddy, let me go! This isn't you!"


"I haven't been myself since the day I died." Freddy laughed as he raised a hand. Nancy gasped to see his gloved hand was back.

Nancy didn't have time to scream because quick as a flash Freddy lowered his clawed hand and ripped through the dress in a quick vertical slash, barely missing Nancy's delicate skin underneath.

"That'll do it." Freddy chuckled, pulling the dress off Nancy's slim shoulders.

"Please, don't do this." Nancy felt so dirty when she felt Freddy run his non-gloved hand on her freshly exposed skin. It seemed that with every touch, Freddy's burn marks somehow got implanted on Nancy's perfect skin.

Nancy shivered when Freddy ran a single claw on her shoulder blade.

"It's a cold night Nancy, how are you keeping warm?" Freddy asked rhetorically. He laughed as he threw his head back and pulled the remainder of the dress off Nancy, and threw it down on the floor.

Nancy immediately threw her arms up to cover her not-yet-chest, but Freddy was faster, and he grabbed both of her small wrists in one hand, and pinned both her hands above her head.

"No cheating Nancy." He growled as he ran a hand over her bra.

Nancy felt her eyes burning up as she watched Freddy toy with one of her bra straps. He cast an evil glance at Nancy before baring his sharp teeth as he held the strap in his claws.

"Freddy loves me…" He whispered before ripping through the strap with his claws. The strap fell off completely, revealing one tiny breast. Nancy screamed as she fought to free her caught up wrists.

Freddy eyed her second bra strap hungrily. He lazily drew a claw around it, acting as if he had all day to do this.

"Freddy loves me not…" He whispered again, ripping through the last bra strap. Nancy was now left braless and even more scared than before.

She felt the cold wind seeping in through one of the suddenly open windows of the room. She hadn't remembered it being open before…


Freddy's cruel laughter brought Nancy back to attention. She looked back up into his eyes, looming above her tired ones.

"This is about to get interesting…" Freddy hissed, running his claws over Nancy's bare stomach.

Nancy knew she should have been trying her best to fight back, but she was just too tired. Freddy had taken her energy, her time, her family. He had taken everything from her. What was one more thing anyways?

She had fought for as long as she could, but every time she seemed to be winning, Freddy only came back stronger than ever before. It was useless to fight; she would be winning his game.

Nancy closed her eyes and turned her head away from Freddy's eyes, hoping that this would be over and done with soon.

She felt Freddy's disgusting tongue run over her exposed collarbone, all the way down to her navel. She cringed and closed her fists tighter in his, when she felt his tongue play with her navel.

That tongue of his dipped in her navel, around, and everywhere else that had exposed skin. Nancy curled her toes in shock, disgust, and slight pleasure.

Freddy stopped short of his ministrations, when he eyed Nancy's black lacy underwear. He paused and looked up at her, winking his eye.

"Black, my favorite." He stroked Nancy's abdomen through the fabric, but it wasn't going to last long.

Nancy felt the tears flooding her face, dropping onto the cold, smooth, silky sheets of the bed. She wanted him to stop, but another wild part of her, a part that was so secretly hidden wanted more.

She couldn't believe that she found some sort of pleasure in this act…she must have been as sick as Freddy to enjoy this.

"But it isn't all that bad, it is starting to feel so good…and he has such a talented tongue…" The voice inside her head spoke once more.

"Why don't you just give in? You could have a lot of fun tonight." Nancy's moans of protest soon turned into moans of pleasure as she felt Freddy lower the underwear.

This didn't go unnoticed by Freddy either, who looked up at her suddenly, stopping in his ministrations.

He smiled both inside and outside as his eyes took in the sight of Nancy's beautiful frame, half naked on the bed, writhing and gasping in pleasure, her mouth half open, her eyes completely shut, and arching her back like a wild cat.

Freddy had half expected her to try and fight him again, or at least give up, but this was absolutely sensational for him.

"Well there, this isn't something you'd see everyday." He spoke, but Nancy didn't seem to notice.

"I didn't know you'd enjoy this, Nancy." Freddy spoke louder, hoping to get her attention this time.

The second time around, Freddy succeeded, managing to get Nancy to stop halfway into another moan. She opened her eyes in fear, and gasped, but this time for another entirely different purpose.

She looked around, remembering Freddy's tight grip on her wrists and hands, and the way his tongue had been slithering across her body like a snake from hell. She felt like she was about to vomit as she recalled every gross detail.

Once more, Freddy laughed, watching her facial expressions go from afraid, to relaxed, to pre-orgasmic, and back to afraid again. It was quite a lovely sight for him indeed.

"Why the long face Nancy? Just a second ago you couldn't wait to have me take off your underwear." He reasoned, rising above her again so he was eye level with her.

"I suddenly remembered how much I hated you!" Nancy argued back, twisting again in Freddy's grasp, but a sharp clenching of Freddy's hands around her wrists brought her back to staying motionless.

"What a shame." He answered dully.

"Maybe for you…" Nancy wisely commented.

Freddy felt the anger rising inside him again, like it had all those other times when he was about to kill someone, but for some reason, he wasn't able to bring that anger out and use it on Nancy.

Although every voice inside him was screaming at him to rip Nancy's last undergarment off and take her with every ounce of anger and hatred in his body, he felt that he couldn't do it. If it had been another simple girl or a whore as he had visited so many in the past, he would easily have given in and taken her. But this was Nancy Thompson! He had known this woman from her early teenaged years! He had watched her every move as she grew and developed into the young woman she was now, and he found deep within himself he couldn't just treat her like any other girl in his life.

Maybe he really did feel for her…Freddy shook his head, thinking back to all the pain he had gone through just because of Nancy. She had to be punished!

Once more he laughed deep within his throat, and eyed her underwear once more.

"This is gonna come off whether you like it or not!" he roared, and scraped a claw against the soft skin of her stomach, causing her to cry out in pain.

Just when Freddy was debating whether or not to pull Nancy's underwear off with his teeth, when heavy footsteps echoed outside the door of the room they were in.

Both Freddy and Nancy paused, straining their ears to check if they had heard correctly. After a few seconds of silence, the footsteps were back. Whoever was walking sounded as if they were in pain, the steps were not even, and the feet sounded like they were being shuffled and dragged along.

Nancy felt Freddy releasing her wrists, as he kept his eyes on the door.

Nancy immediately ran for her clothes, which had appeared on a dresser beside the bed. She jumped into them, keeping an eye on Freddy at the same time.

The footsteps seemed closer as Nancy finished dressing, and with a final thud, they stopped right outside the door.

Freddy didn't move from his spot near the bed, he narrowed his eyes at the door, as if he was trying to see behind the door.

"Who the fuck is it?" He barked angrily.

"Of all times, now suddenly someone decides to fall asleep and come into my nightmare realm when I want to have some fun!" Freddy thought in his head.

When there was no answer from behind the door, Freddy took a couple of steps forward, still silent.

"I said who the fuck is there?" Freddy yelled out once more.

Silence.

Nancy stood behind Freddy carefully, more afraid of whoever was behind the door than Freddy.

Freddy inched closer and closer to the door, ready to claw out the eyes of whoever had interrupted his session with Nancy.

Nancy followed behind Freddy, hoping whoever was behind the door would create a distraction for Freddy so she could escape.

Both Freddy and Nancy walked closer and closer toward the door, not breathing, keeping silent to hear anything that might be suspicious. But the intruder was just as cunningly silent as they were.

Freddy was a few inches away from the doorknob, when he stopped moving suddenly, causing Nancy to walk head first into his back.

Freddy turned and sneered at her, but didn't say anything.

They both kept their eyes glued to the door. Freddy looked down at the doorknob for a few minutes silently, waiting for it to turn. But it didn't.

Nancy felt beads of sweat running down her neck and onto her back as she waited behind Freddy. The room was not cold any longer.

Freddy raised his hand to the doorknob, tired of waiting for the idiot behind the door to speak.

Nancy placed a hand on his shoulder to keep him from opening the door. She had a gut feeling this was not going to turn out well.

Freddy pulled his hand away from the doorknob, feeling Nancy's uncertainty seep into his body. Something was clearly not right here.

Freddy decided to listen closer, and he inched his head closer to the door, leaning one ear casually against the hard wood of the door.

Nancy inched closer behind him as well, eager to hear something.

There was only silence behind the door. The wood made more noise than whoever was out there.

Nancy was about to pull Freddy away from the door, when they both heard it clear as day.

Breathing.

The breathing was strained a bit, and came out in a wheeze. Whoever it was must have been hurt.

Nancy put a hand over her mouth to keep her breathing form getting louder, as she listened to the breathing intensify.

Freddy's eyes grew wide as he too listened to the ragged breathing. Soon, the breathing slowed down, and it became less easy to hear, despite how close they were to the door.

The breathing seemed to die down altogether after a minute or so, and Nancy removed her hand from her mouth. Maybe the person had left?

Freddy was about to turn back to Nancy, when suddenly a large kitchen knife shot through the wood of the door, and right into his forehead.

Nancy screamed as loud as she could, hoping to frighten whoever it was away, but no such luck arrived to her.

Freddy growled and groaned as he pulled at the knife stuck between his eyes in his forehead. He pulled on the handle of the knife desperately, ignoring the blood that was running down his forehead and onto the floor like a waterfall.

Nancy moved back to the bed, screaming as she saw a fist shoot through the door, barely missing Freddy's head.

"Freddy move!" She yelled, watching as the fist unclenched, and strong fingers shot forward to grab anything available.

Freddy fought with the knife in his forehead, and pulled it out just in time to see Michael's tall, strong frame burst through the weakened wood of the door.

Freddy however was not in time to block the powerful punch Michael bestowed upon his unprotected chest. Freddy sailed back into the room, flying past Nancy into the wall behind the bed.

Nancy ducked for cover when Michael walked toward the bed, bending down to pick up his knife in the process.

Nancy walked toward Freddy, who lay crumpled like a rag doll on the floor next to the wall.

"Freddy, please get up! Get up now!" She cried, desperately tugging on his sleeves.

Michael moved the bed out of his way with one hand, pushing it so it would block the door way, he then turned to Nancy and Freddy on the floor.

"Shit! Freddy he's gonna kill us!" Nancy screamed.

Freddy didn't respond, but muttered something unintelligently and moaned in pain. Nancy got up quickly from the floor, and faced Michael, trying not to shake too much. She needed to be brave above all else.

She backed away as Michael walked closer to her, but she spoke in a loud voice so he could hear her.

"What's your name?"

For a second, Michael actually stopped walking. He tilted his head as he peered at her through the mask. It seemed as if he was thinking the answer over.

Nancy put a hand over her heart. "I'm Nancy Thompson, I mean you no harm."

As soon as he heard her name, Michael started walking toward her again, this time faster, with his knife ready.

Nancy backed up some more, until she felt the wall at her back. She started crying.

"What do you want with us? Leave us alone!"

Michael didn't seem to listen as he marched on forward.

"Go away!" Nancy screamed once more.

"Can't you see he won't answer you?" Freddy groaned from his spot on the floor, as he held his bloody head in his hands.

Nancy looked down and almost smiled. For once she was so happy to see Freddy well again.

"He's not gonna answer you, he's a dumbass!" Freddy got up to his feet, and draped a protective arm around Nancy.

"Is he Michael?" Nancy suddenly remembered.

"Yes, he is the one and only!" Freddy answered back, sneering at Michael.

Michael suddenly lunged across his spot in the room, and dived between Nancy and Freddy.

Freddy pushed Nancy out of the way, she screamed as she landed back on the bed away from Michael's grasp.

Freddy then ducked out of Michael's way stealthily, letting Michael's knife shoot through the wall instead of his sensitive flesh.

Michael's face collided with the wall too, as he had been running with super force. Freddy decided now was his chance.

He raced across the room, and grabbed a very frightened Nancy off the bed.

"Nancy, get up! We have to go!" Freddy yelled as he watched Michael try to pull his knife out of the thick cement of the wall.

Nancy was frozen in shock, but she allowed Freddy to drag her to the door, and together they pushed the bed out of the way, right on time before Michael pulled his knife out of the wall.

Freddy pushed Nancy forward as they sped through the dark empty halls of wherever they were, not taking a second to look back. They ran together as fast as they could, until they came up to another door at the end of the hall.

This door was older, and more tattered. Nancy grabbed the doorknob, and turned it with all her strength left.

From behind, Michael's heavy footsteps could be heard thudding in the dim hall, as he quickly made his way toward Freddy and Nancy.

"Hurry up Nancy; he's gaining on us fast!" Freddy yelled out in fear.

Nancy cried out in pain as she finally got the door open just a tiny bit. "I'm trying here Freddy!"

Freddy reached over and pulled the strangely heavy door along with her. As soon as the gap was big enough, Freddy shoved Nancy through and dashed inside himself, but before he could properly close and lock the door, Michael grabbed it from the other side strongly.

Nancy screamed again, as she watched Freddy try to push Michael away from the door.

"Instead of screaming get your ass here and help me!" Freddy growled at her.

Nancy got back to her senses, and ran to Freddy's side. She leaned her entire body weight against the door, and with Freddy she pushed as hard as she could.

Michael's cold fingers brushed past her cheeks, as she leaned against the gap of the door, and she gasped and pushed the door harder.

"We're almost there!" Freddy cried out, and with a final heave, they slammed the door shut on Michael, and Freddy locked it with a weak smile on his bloodied face.

"That's the end of that." Freddy said as he turned and walked with Nancy into his boiler room.

Chapter 7

(FREDDY AND NANCY IN BOILER ROOM)

"What the fuck Freddy?" Nancy screamed out in frustration once they were safely inside the boiler room.

Freddy took off his hat, and rubbed his aching head. He didn't need this nagging now.

"What do you want?" He asked, rubbing his temples.

"Why the fuck was he trying to kill us?" Nancy asked.

Freddy closed his eyes. He knew that if he told Nancy the truth about Michael she'd never speak to him again. But he couldn't just lie to her…

"Well?" Nancy hissed.

Freddy turned and looked at her. "He's a mass murderer Nancy, like me."

Nancy rolled her eyes. "I kinda figured that one out by myself Freddy."

Freddy wanted to slap himself silly. Nancy was not the youngster she used to be.

"Well, uh, he just went a little crazier than usual." Freddy answered.

"And?" Nancy asked.

"I can usually control him, but, for some odd reason, tonight I couldn't." Freddy responded, putting his hat back on.

Nancy walked closer to Freddy. "So you've been in contact with this man before?"

Freddy only nodded.

"Great! That's just great Freddy! He'll probably come back to finish the job!" Nancy yelled out, letting her voice bounce off every corner of the old boiler room.

"I will protect you!" Freddy barked.

"Like you did tonight?" Nancy hissed.

Freddy stood up and faced her angrily. "Well you're still alive, you ungrateful little bitch!"

"I barely made it out of that room!" Nancy shrieked back as angrily as Freddy.

Freddy threw his arms in the air. "Fuck!"

Nancy crossed her arms over her chest. "What if he finds me again Freddy?"

Freddy stopped short. Nancy was right! How could he have been so stupid? Michael would stop at nothing until Nancy's head was mounted on a wall! After all, it had been Freddy himself who sent Michael after Nancy. There was no stopping him now; it would be as useless as trying to stop a bull in a china shop.

Freddy decided to go after Michael himself. After all, this was not Nancy's war.

"He won't find you." He finally answered.

"How do you know that?" Nancy asked, trying to get back to being calm.

"Because I've got a plan." Freddy responded, walking toward Nancy.

"That's a first." She hissed under her breath.

Freddy heard, but decided to ignore the comment. "Alright, here's what we'll do. The only way I have true power is when I am in my own dreamland here. If you're awake, you're on your own Nancy."

Nancy thought about it for a moment then gasped. "I can't do it!"

Freddy frowned. "You've got not choice babe. It's either this, or death for you. Michael won't rest until you're dead!"

Nancy hung her head low. She had a sudden urge to crawl up in Freddy's arms like she used to do with her dad when she was scared or sad.

"I'm going to need you to stay here with me in my house, and the boiler room at all times until I find a way to get rid of Michael for good!"

"How're we going to do that? I must wake some time…"

Freddy nodded. "No shit, this is what I need you to do…first, when you wake up, buy as many sleeping pills as you can, don't over dose, but take them regularly, you need to be completely asleep!"

Nancy nodded, taking mental notes along the way.

"What about Michael?" She asked.

Freddy paused. "I can only do so much…I didn't expect to see him here…not like this…the bastard must have slept somehow."

Nancy bit her lip, watching as Freddy paced his boiler room.

"Anyways! The point is if I can somehow get Michael to sleep too, then I will be fully in power, and control him."

Nancy sighed. She knew Freddy was right. She had to stay with him at all costs. She looked up at him and nodded. "I hope this works Freddy."

Freddy sighed too. "It hopefully will. If not, we're both dead. Me…for good."

(MICHAEL IN JAIL)

Michael woke up and looked around. He was behind bars, in a padded cell. He suddenly remembered a woman's voice calling the police when she saw him walk out of Nancy's home with his knife covered in blood.

That was when the police arrived, and shot Michael with a few tranquilizers, sending him to a deep slumber, and allowing him to see Freddy once more…

A chubby officer walked past Michael's cell, then did a double take as he walked back, with a nasty grin plastered on his face.

"Well good morning there sunshine!" He laughed.

He banged the handle of his gun on the bars, giving Michael an even worse headache. Michael covered his ears with his hands, and shook his head in protest.

The officer however didn't stop. He laughed harder as he hit the gun against the bars harder.

Michael shifted in his restraints, and looked down to see chains all around his feet, hooking him to the wall of the cell.

He moved his foot, but soon received a horrible shock that bolted electricity throughout his body and into the very core of his mind. His heartbeat accelerated, and he soon started foaming at the mouth.

Just when he felt he was going to pass out, the shocks stopped. Michael dropped down on the floor and the cell, and after a few minutes looked up to see the officer with a small buzzer in his hand.

Michael felt around his neck. There was a shock collar on him! They were treating him like an animal once more! He thought that the humiliation and pain he had gotten from Smith's Grove and Dr. Loomis was more than enough, but clearly this was nothing compared to that horrible event.

The officer was then accompanied by another man in a long white lab coat, who grabbed the buzzer out of his hands.

"What the fuck are you doing Roger?" The officer asked.

The man in the coat wore thin rimmed glasses, and had short blond hair. "This is not a toy!"

The officer snorted. "Well he was acting up!"

The other man shook his head. "I don't care, you are not to use this on him again, do you understand me?"

The officer muttered something under his breath.

The man in the white coat stepped closer to him. "Is that clear?" He asked slowly, as if he was speaking to a child.

The officer nodded abruptly and walked away huffing and mumbling some more.

When he was gone, the man in the white coat smiled down at Michael coldly. "Welcome Michael, we've been waiting for you for a long time now."

Michael didn't move.

"Welcome to Seaside Pines Institution for the Criminally Insane, I trust your stay here will be most pleasant, for me more than you." With that, the skinny man laughed and walked away from Michael, turning off all the lights in his cell.

Michael was alone in the dark once more.

THE END……FOR NOW!!!!!!