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Chapter Four-Learning to Trust

If someone were to go into Miranda's house. They might be a bit startled to see a famous serial killer sitting on her couch. Also strange would be the fact that Miranda was sitting right beside him, leaning on him really considering Michael's arm was around her. He lacked any knives though. Miranda was talking about origami and I couldn't tell if Michael was really interested in him or just being polite. Did dropping a TV on someone's head really make them like you?

"hold still Mitch," I snapped, swiping an alcohol pad over his cut lip. He flinched away. "baby…" I put a butterfly stick bandage across it. I went back over to Miranda. "So…what do we do about him?" I indicated the serial killer on her couch.

"Let him go home…" She replied with a slight shrug, head leaning against his side," When he's good and ready…" That didn't sound like anytime soon.

"Well, how's he going to get home? You making him walk? I'm pretty sure he ain't taking the bus," I replied and she gave me a look. That special look that says she just came up with a crazy idea. "Oh no….nu-unh!" I exclaimed, knowing exactly what she was referring to. We'd had this discussion just before school had gone on break. She knew I was against it. Michael looked confused, and removed his arm from Miranda to scribble on his notepad.

'Whats wong?'

"Missing an R there," I replied drily and pointed at Miranda who was grinning evilly," Don't you even say it-"

"ROAD TRIP!" She squealed diving past me and up the stairs.

"NO!" I screeched racing after her. She slammed her door in my face, literally so now my nose hurt. "DAMN IT…OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!" I heard maniac laugher, then her talking to someone. I thumped down the stair in defeat. Michael held up the corrected notepad for me ."We're….going camping…" Mitch came over looking confused.

'Whats so bad about that?'

"Ugh…lakes…and being stuck in some woods…with NO contact to the outside world…and it's called 'Camp Last Cry Lake'…ominous much?" I demanded. Mitch made an affirmative grunt as Miranda came down the stiars humming her victory song.

"Your parents are a-okay with it…Our parents are currently in Europe though, so it'll be a girl's night out!" Miranda exclaimed and looked at Mitch," Fine with you right? You don't like camping…" Mitch gave her a look that stated the obvious and then pointed at Michael. "We're dropping him off along the way…Don't worry…" She patted his cheek, considering she had to stand on tip-toes to do it. Mitch nodded and shuffled off. I felt sorry for him, and bad that we were leaving him here all by himself. "It'll take atleast a few days to get there…considering we have to drop Michael off on the way…" I rolled my eyes," And we've got to pack…Meet me here tomorrow and be ready for some F-U-N!" I don't know why I agreed to camping with Miranda and Michael Myers…no good can come from that pairing. I knew we most likely WERE NOT dropping Myers off along the way…maybe on the way back…which meant I had to watch him…and Miranda…Damn, now I was some kind of babysitter.

++later++

Hard to believe Miranda had convinced my parents to an impromptu camping trip. Last I was aware, things really needed to be planned out. Miranda was good with words. I just couldn't shake this bad feeling I had. Camp Last Cry Lake. It wasn't familiar. Though, I'd had run-ins with atleast TWO serial killers from horror movies. My all-time favorite Freddy Krueger…and then there was Michael Myers who was currently at my best friend's house. Which left the questionable appearance of Jason. So far, he'd attempted to decapitate Krueger in my first dream. He'd been at that dream-state of his own mind…Then Krueger had messed with me by making me think Jason and Miranda were working together on killing Krueger. Hard to believe I'd survived two nightmares at her house already and two at mine.

I ran a hand through my hair, feeling worn down. Even though I'd gone to sleep, I hadn't gotten much sleep. Krueger's dream-land was like the real world…you got tired and could get hurt. I yawned loudly rubbing my face and sat down on my bed, back against my bed frame. I'd keep my feet up for just a bit and-

My eyes closed just once and then reopened to find myself in those damn boiler things. Steam was everywhere. It wasn't an uncomfortable heat though. What I'd give to have a normal dream…maybe…a beach? The scene changed and I felt more in control. Sand covered the ground and waves lapped in the distance. I was wearing a bathing suit and knew this was definitely my dream. I felt more comfortable as if I were resting. I smiled and headed towards the water, eager to enjoy a dream for once. I stopped as I spotted the umbrella table and two beach chairs. One chair was empty save for the beach towel, sunglasses and a book. On the table was two drinks with paper umbrellas and straws. The other chair was occupied by none other than Freddy Krueger.

"oh come on! Can't I dream without you for once?" I shouted going over to the chairs. He smirked and ran an approving eye over my exposed body, reminding me that I was clad in a black bikini with red and green skull outlines.

"Nice suit," he replied and gestured off in the distance," You left the door unlocked…" I spotted some sort of rectangular thing that showed the boiler room. A door hunh? "So I assumed you didn't mind me joining you…" He picked up his drink and took a sip, making a face," ugh…no alcohol? Live a little babe…" He gave me a look.

"I don't drink," I replied quickly.

"Uh-hunh…you've had some before," he replied setting the fruity beverage down.

"Not like I can change my dream for you-" I started and he jumped up off his chair.

"Oh but you can!" he exclaimed, placing hands on either of my shoulders. He seemed really out of place here on my beach. "everyone can…It just takes practice…Remember your always in control…"

"So where's that leave you?" I asked sarcastically.

"eh…when you're afraid, you tend to forget," he replied with a sadistic griin. Damn that sexy voice of his. He tapped my cheek. "You already manipulated it…not more cuts…" he was right, but it was my dream after all.

"You can't hurt me here," I replied catching on. He shook his head slowly.

"Not as long as we're in your domain…Now…If I pulled you into mine…Then yeah, I could hurt you…but I'll leave you alone for now," he told me and then leaned forward. My heart sped up and my breath caught as he paused with lips but in front of mine almost touching but not. I could feel his warm breath fanning across my face. So close. He seemed to change his mind and kissed my cheek instead, leaving behind a pleasant tingling as my face grew flushed. "Enjoy your dream…and don't get sunburned." He laughed as he walked off into his 'door' with a backwards wave of his claws. I reached a hand up to touch my cheek, feeling the thick bandage…as well as one on my arm. I sighed and sat down in Freddy's vacant chair, planning on relaxing.

/ / ? / / / / / ?

I opened my eyes and stretched lazily. I felt pretty good up until I about had a heart attack from Miranda being in my room.

"Hey sleepy-head," She called out thumping my nose.

"Jesus Miranda!" I snapped jerking backwards. I had a slight crick in my neck from my odd sleeping position. "What are you doing in my room?"

"Uh…we have a camping trip, duh," she replied. She'd dyed her hair black with dark purple streaks in it. She wore a black tank top over a slim-fitting gray long-sleeve shirt and more black pants. Her combat boots were in their rightful place. She also wore her luminous green contacts. "You slept a long time…What'd you dream of?"

"I was on a beach with Krueger," I replied looking around for some clothes to change into.

"Oh! Getting down and dirty in the sand!" Miranda cooed mischievously. I shoved her and got up to change.

"Where's Myers?" I asked curiously. I went through my dresser drawer. Miranda was a girl so it didn't bother me to change in front of her. I got on my dark purple t-shirt and my own black pants. Always tennis shoes, and my black jacket. I grabbed my bags and realized Miranda had never answered. She was giving me this weird look. "What?"

"When'd you get a tattoo?" She asked and I dropped my bags to strip off jacket and shirt. Sure enough, on my left back shoulder in almost curly black lettering was Krueger's Girl over what looked like his clawed hand-as if the claws were cupping the words.

"DAMN YOU KRUEGER!" I snarled, rubbing at my back to see if it would just come off. No such luck.

"And you've been so totally branded," Miranda sang out handing me back my shirt. I quickly pulled it on and replaced my jacket. "Time to camp?"

"Last Cry…Why does that sound so ominous and foreboding?" I asked slowly.

"Because you're pessimistic?" Miranda asked sticking her tongue out at me.

"Real mature," I replied rolling my eyes as I grabbed my bags for the second time and followed her out of my room. Myers wasn't in the car like I expected. He was looking at our mantle where we kept all the pictures. "Come on Michael, we're going camping….joy…" I wasn't enthusiastic at all.

/ / / / / / (later?)/ / / / /

I glanced around the boiler room with a bit of nervous anticipation. Due to the fact that it would be a long drive, we were taking turns driving and sleeping. Michael knew how to drive, but we weren't letting a masked man drive…that would DEFINITELY flag someone's attention.

"And you've returned," Krueger said from behind me with a light chuckle. His claws gently slid down my back.

"Don't you ever get social calls?" I asked, trying to ignore his claws as they traced lazy patterns against my skin. I realized I'd changed my outfit for the occasion. I still had on a dark purple top but it tied around my neck leaving it sleeveless and showing off a good majority of my back. I had on black shorts and I was barefooted. My hair was up on my head in some elaborate braided bun.

"Actually no," he said sounding shocked," I don't know what it is…I've got a good sense of humor…even burnt I'm not so bad looking," he wrapped his arms around me," and I have a stylish taste in fashion." I laughed loudly at that and shook my head. That's how I would've described him to a friend.

"Ah…but you have a tendency to…oh you know…kill off your dinner guests," I replied as he flexed his claws. He was rocking me just slightly from side to side, as if we were about to dance.

"mmm…" He murmured against my head," Do I need to work on my touch?" His warm breath fanned across my back, then his lips touched my neck, sending pleasant shivers down my spine. His lips slid over to my air as he began his signature lines. "Are you a virgin?"

"Only in body," I replied sarcastically and rather reflexively. I was whirled around to face him.

"Good thing we're in our minds," Krueger replied and kissed me. Kissing a burnt guy isn't as bad as you'd think. Now, the farthest I'd ever gotten in kissing was lip contact. My back hit some railing and Krueger lifted me up to sit on it. "Open up sweetheart," he murmured against my mouth," I'll walk you through this part." To trust him. He wanted me to trust him. Aw what the hell. I parted my lips letting him into my mouth as he pressed us against the boiler equipment behind us. I had my arms wrapped loosely around him but he was also pressed between my legs. The emotions tumbling through my brain were confusing, especially as Krueger's claws slowly slide up my leg to my short's line-which were very short.

"Krueger…no," I whispered as his thumb slid slowly under my shorts to continue their slow voyage north. His claws were gently pressed against my hip. He ignored me, attempting to deepen the kiss until I kicked him off. A searing pain in my leg alerted me to the fact that his claws had found purchase. I screamed in agony. Krueger looked, to say the least, pissed. He was use to getting his way.

"I'll teach you to tell me no BITCH!" he snarled flicking his claws menacingly as he started towards me. I raced off screaming and was roughly being shaken by hands. I kicked someone hard and screamed all kinds of profanity at them.

"LILITH! ITS OKAY! YOU'RE AWAKE!" Miranda shouted. I stopped struggling to see that Myers was holding my arms in an attempt to prevent me from harming myself or Miranda. He'd received the blunt of most of my blows anyway. I turned a bit red and glanced at my but saw no injuries. Strange.

"Thanks Michael," I said. He mutely nodded and let go of me slowly, as if afraid I was going to freak out. I took deep breaths to calm my beating heart.

"What happened?" Miranda asked me softly. I realized she'd pulled over into a vacant gas station. "I thought your last dream went so well…"

"It did…I…saw Krueger and uh…" I glanced at Michael, who got the hint and got out to walk around. "Well…we kind of made-out or started to-" Miranda made a retching sound like the thought of Krueger in a romantically party was wrong. "And he was moving too fast for me…and so I uh…told him no…and he got kinda mad…and said he was uh…going to teach me to say no to him…"

"Hunh…he sounds bossy," Miranda said thoughtfully. "But…isn't he like your 'dream man'…no pun intended…Don't you like him?"

"I-I do but uh…" I said trailing off and looking away. Miranda took my hands in hers.

"Sweetheart…everyones scared in the beginning…if it helps any…guys kind of burnt…he should be pretty sterile," she told me and I slugged her arm," okay-okay…bad joke aside…you'll just have to show him whose boss…you can't keep dreaming in fear Lils…show him that two can play at this game…"

"That's the problem-" I started.

"It takes two to tango," she said cutting me off and sighed at my puzzled expression," Lilith…somehow…This is strange but…somehow you've summoned TWO potential serial killers from their movies…Krueger can't kill you because he needs you alive in this world…He had no HOLD in other's dreams here. You do…you proved that when I ended up in your dream…Lilith…if I understand this right…Krueger's stuck in your mind…He needs you to bring him people to kill…"

"even if he's stuck with me…What about Michael?" I demanded, gesturing out the car where Michael had vanished somewhere.

"I'm still thinking about that…I mean…you summoned him so," She said gave me a look," Krueger appeared to you shortly after your Nightmare on Elm Street marathon…and…Jason was there because you were watching Freddy vs. Jason…Myers appeared AFTER you went to sleep with my brother watching Halloween…That has to do something…but I don't know if that's just coincidence or…" she gave me a look before pulling out her phone. One of those touch ones. "let's see…" She was going through a list of downloaded movies on her phone.

"Jeepers Creepers," I said and she clicked on it. She handed the phone over to me. I was just a little nervous. What if-I hadn't much time to thick as something crashed down onto the front of our car. The radio flared to life.

"Jeepers Creepers~ Where'd you get them peepers~" It sang out that familiar tune. We glanced up slowly from the radio to the hood of the car in front of us. Jeepers Creepers himself was kneeling on it and grinning at us.

"Oh shit," Miranda said, eyes widening as she whispered. Jeepers licked his lips and sniffed the air as if hunting a smell. He grinned at us and nodded.

"Um…J.C. out there…uh found something he likes…uh," I said swallowing nervously as I whispered in a strained voice. Miranda's hands slowly moved to the ignition. She turned the key and the engine roared to life. Still no sign of Michael. Jeepers grinned and stood up as if deciding something. Miranda floored it, tires squealing as we lurched forward. Jeepers was flung off of us and I saw him hit the ground. "KEEP GOING!" She probably didn't even need my prompting as we sped onwards.