This fan fiction is a AU after the events of the first A Nightmare On Elm Street. I do not own Freddy or Nancy but a few side put characters into the story. It's been over five years since Freddy first haunted her.

Chapter Two

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The coffee was like pure heaven filling her veins. Nancy sat back and took it in the smell and exotic taste as she held the cup in her hand. Ever since she began drinking coffee when she was younger it was her energy aid in making it through a long day. She sat forward once more brushing the strange blonde gray lock out of her right eye so she could see the computer screen more clearly. Springwood was a city that caught up with the times even if it wasn't as large as some towns and cities. This internet café was the perfect place for her to get out of the house, research some information on local rich man David Ackerman. The web browser sped along, much faster then her internet at home and brought up a page from a local county newspaper containing a interesting article.

Nancy blinked when she saw the small form of a man pop onto her computer screen and float down till he landed on the bottom toolbar firmly with his feet. The miniature Freddy Krueger strolled lazily along the bottom bar and eyed the article his hands behind his back.

" Well lookie here! Seems like this hotshot has a few skeletons in his closet…" Nancy quickly looked around as the computer blared out in Freddy's voice. ' I forgot to turn the speakers off!' Two guys looked up from pastries and coffee. Nancy blushed pressing the mute button on the speakers beside her computer. Freddy kept talking but soon realized there was no noise and glared at her arms crossed. He took one razor claw and cut a rectangle out of the desktop. The white part he cut out suddenly changed and became a demonic appearing chat box with signature and stylish red and green stripes. ' Happy now bitch?' Nancy rolled her eyes and typed into it herself.

' Ahh why can't all of our conversations be like this?'

' You know you love my voice. Anyways… from my quick glance it seems our friend has… a few trust issues.' Freddy pointed to the second paragraph and Nancy began reading quickly over the details. ' Mr. Ackerman's been caught cheating on his wife two times already… Who knows how many times with out the press blabbing about it. Well he acclaimed he was away on business trips for his company, evidence supports he was, but you know it's not fun being business all the time… Yet that wife of his won't leave him, probably because of the money and that he keeps going back to her.'

' I can see why he's not as trust worthy if he's lying to his own wife… but what does that have to do with the murders? He could simply be another cheating bastard like any other guy.' Nancy typed back as Freddy rolled his eyes as his text began to appear once again.

' I'm not sure…' Freddy floated tipping his hat back as he did. ' But we need to figure out who exactly these girls are. At least we do know that it's females the killer is after… And the bodies are near Ackerman property no? There's a connection between them all.' Nancy pondered on it. Freddy was right, the three victims so far were girls, girls who had no known connection besides that they were pretty and good looking she assumed. It was a good thing her friend was stopping by, hopefully with his help they could cover a huge gap in this crime. What did the girls all have in common?

" Nancy! Nancy Thompson?" Nancy awoke from her thoughts upon hearing a familiar voice calling out to her. She turned around to see a even more familiar man walk up. He was tall, thin and his face was darted with freckles from years of being in the sun. His dirty brown hair was cut lazily on his head but not crazy or unkempt, and he had brown eyes that reminded her of a chocolate bar. A black t-shirt clung to his thin form screaming SLAYER, he was sporting a pair of dark blue jeans and the regular brand of sport sneakers as well." Ah good to see you again, it's nice to get out of the office and interact with people for social reasons."

" Being kept very busy are we Mark?" Nancy replied understanding how demanding a job could become. Markus Kit was writer and investigator for a big newspaper for larger cities in Ohio, like Cleveland, but he was near Springwood area to get the scoop on the new murders happening. The police were taking the situation carefully, they had good reason to with their bloody history pertaining to a certain dream stalker. He was no longer the problem at the moment, but some one alive and real was. " So what do you have for me?"

Mark rubbed the back of his neck and he pulled the leather bag from his side up to the table and patted it once. " I got some good meaty tidbits with the police the other night. Something's that maybe you can help us analyze and figure out." Freddy was listening closely, Markus was sitting on the other side of Nancy so he couldn't see the computer screen. " Let me guess you already know all about the previous women whom were found dead?"

" Yes, but only what the papers and the police would tell me." Nancy sighed as Mark locked his fingers together resting his elbows on the table. " Three girls all around the age of twenty to thirty. From the pictures I've seen on the internet and newspapers they were all beautiful and pretty as well. Average income, average lifestyle, nothing to interesting about them."

" Ah which makes you wonder if Ackerman really did it hmm?" Mark asked her as Nancy looked at the warm coffee in her cup.

" That doesn't mean it was him. For what we know they could have all been attacked by some common rapist or some murderer trying to pin it on him. We can't just jump to conclusions on things like that."

" Ah there's something that the media hasn't released yet. Since there is no clear evidence Mr. Ackerman is doing it they've been biting their tongues. These three girls have all been reportedly seen with Mr. Ackerman." Nancy set the cup down looking at Markus who was displaying a grim look on his face. " It's not going good for him. He told the police when they investigated his home that he hadn't done anything to them. So far they've found nothing… But when investigators compiled his schedule, monthly plans and his family and friends accounts…" Markus cut off pulling some photo's out of his bag face down teasingly, it almost seemed on the table. " The girls were missing in the time that Mr. Ackerman was out on one of his business trips. Every time."

" So they were kidnapped or killed during the time Mr. Ackerman was 'out'." Markus nodded and tapped the photo's giving her a serious look. " So… It's possible that he lured them out while he was supposedly on business and killed them… But for what purpose? What would that get him?"

" We don't know… Normal people can't understand the mind of a psycho. We think we can but they're on a whole different level then us. Perhaps Mr. Ackerman's gotten bored of all the normal sinful pleasures a man can commit… Perhaps he thinks he's to big and powerful to be caught? Every girls car was found and everything checked. No fingerprints, or evidence he had taken or removed anything in their vehicles or purses. That's why we need some one like you helping on the side case… You deal with crazy people right?"

" I don't like to call them crazy." Nancy stated a little agitated from that remark, though she was sure Markus didn't mean badly. He was nice and quiet but was a very good listener and caught onto things quickly. However this left him with an insatiable curiosity and very little tact. " But yes I work at Westin Hills Institution helping teenagers and kids dealing with varying mental conditions… But I doubt that would give me all the insight to deal with a killer."

" Oh you don't give yourself enough credit. Besides… We've run a background check on you already, and I found out about the incident a few years back on Elm Street… I'm sorry it's not my room to barge into your history or information like that but the police have to be sure we can trust people… You saw your boyfriend killed that night." It stung, those painful memories. Nancy breathed in deeply keeping her nerves calm and pushing down the sadness that filled them. Freddy eyed her but glanced away as if he was picking the lint off his sweater. " And you and your father saw the killer... But never reported who it was…"

" Yes but I think it's best that we focus at what's at hand." She turned the subject and pointed at the pictures he had set out in front of her. " These?"

" Pictures of the crime scenes, the bodies, if you don't want to look I'll take them back. I thought they could give some insight you know. It's best if you stay on the sidelines though, the police can handle it they'll find the guy whose doing this… He will mess up sooner or later."

" But how many more girls are going to die before they do find the 'guy'?" Nancy questioned flipping the top picture over to find a gruesome scene displayed before her eyes. The burnt torn corpse of the latest victim, Miss. Smith dangled on the photo in front of her. Her body had been found in a dumpster near Ackerman property, there was no witnesses to the crime it would look like anyone was merely depositing a bag of garbage into a dumpster.

Markus sighed rubbing his head once more as he situated his bag to his side as he stood. " I don't know Nancy… But he will be caught. When you chose to murder it will eventually come back and bite you in the butt. Well… I got to go, Jamie's waiting for me at home. Have a good evening Nancy."

" You to, tell her I said hello."

" Hey." Markus stopped before reaching the door and made a motion with his hands in the shape of a phone. " Call me if you get any theories or ideas about this. Don't think I'm not trying to help, I am. We just have to play by the rules, it's the only way to do it right." With that the journalist was gone out the café door. Nancy sighed and grabbed her coffee to take a sip but found it was nearly empty. She glanced back down at the computer where Freddy was standing writing something for her to see.

' You still going to do that job interview?'

' Maybe… We shouldn't do this… There's got to be another way I mean…' Nancy typed back.

' Look Nancy… You want to spend the rest of your miserable life with me? Cause I sure as hell don't want to spend seventy years cooped up to a tight ass like you.' Nancy glared down at him, and her fingers struck the keys of the keyboard a little harder.

' I'm not a tight ass.' Freddy scoffed silently.

' Please, I'd get more reaction from a decaying maggot filled whore then I would from you.' Nancy crossed her arms leaning back and reflecting in to herself. Freddy was just being a ass but he was partially right… The last five years of her life had been wasted being miserable, she hardly interacted with any one and was always grumpy or moping around. She couldn't stay in her safe little apartment everyday thinking that she could hide away from the world… She wanted to be happy again, and this last year things had started looking up for her since the job as Westin Hills… And strange enough… Even though he was the last thing on earth that she was thankful for, Freddy coming back into her life had woken her up from her depressing self loathing world. Their were worse people to hate. ' Will you trust me?'

'Huh?' Was all that Nancy could type back to the strange words she read coming from Krueger. 'Trust you? Yeah like that's ever going to happen in a million years.' Why should she? Freddy was sure enough always up to something, to use her and manipulate her, she wouldn't allow it. Though these two months stuck with the dream demon had turned out different from what she thought would have happened. Freddy wasn't as snappy as he was the first few weeks, practically screaming and yelling at her every chance he had. Sure he still annoyed the hell out of her but he was mellowing down, becoming some what understandable with her. He was still Freddy Krueger though, the man who killed her mom, boyfriend, and friends…

' I think there's something more the police are missing here. Something only you and I can figure out… Do you want more girls to die?'

' No! Of course not! Since when are you a saint Krueger? You've killed more people then this guy has in a week!'

' Just trust me Nancy.' Nancy saw those unfamiliar words again. Words she never ever expected to hear from Freddy. He was glancing up at her from his tiny form, his eyes still dangerous as always. It wasn't just trusting him that bothered her, it was the fact that for once he had said her name. Not Bitch, whore, slut or anything else derogative. 'Maybe he's being truthful… He's right though I can't let anymore women die…' She looked down at the keys and nervously typed her short reply.

' Okay. I trust you Freddy.' Freddy caught her eyes and nodded wondering if she really did or not. Nancy stood up logging herself off her mail, and logged off. Freddy smirked and disappeared from the computer screen as she walked away tossing the empty coffee cup into the trash.

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After heading back to Westin to finish another session with one of her patients, Nancy finally returned back to her small decent apartment. A hefty sigh came from her as she pushed open the door and dropped her bag and began to remove her coat. The house was silent and Nancy merely strolled into the cozy living room, grabbing the TV remote and clicking it on. Her heels clicked as she ambled into the kitchen, wondering what she would have for dinner. A leftover container of Fettuccine Alfredo was sitting near the back, and because she was feeling tired and lazy she chose that. Taking care of patients at Westin Hills was hard, each kid needed special attention and some where more likely to yell their opinions then quietly talk it out.

The container sat in the microwave and began to reheat the precooked food. Nancy plopped down on her small sofa stretching her arms to her sides and leaning back into the comfy upholstery. On the screen was the local news station talking about recent events and accidents in the town of Springwood. So far the media wasn't covering to much about the murders, the police were very discreet in Springwood to keep the people calm. 'Freddy really messed this town up so I can understand why…' Nancy thought as it went to commercial break. The screen went black and a narrators voice began to speak. As it spoke big red letters appeared saying exactly what he said.

" You bored with your life? Tired of the same old thing day in and day out? Well I am and so are you! What if I could tell you how to change all of that?! Here's all you have to do!" Nancy furrowed her eyebrows a little bit a small frown on her face. " Simply close your eyes, fall asleep and then grab my hand and wake up! Then your ready for the time of your life!! It's so simple but effective!!"

" I'm not letting you out Freddy." Nancy scowled, the narrators voice cut off, going silent for a few seconds. Freddy popped up on the screen a scowl on his own face as well. He kept glaring at her and Nancy continued to glare back crossing her arms. " There's nothing you can do to change that." He kept on locked on to her eyes. " You're only making it worse for yourself."

" You heartless bitch."

" Oh yeah I'm the one that's heartless here…"

Freddy lifted up his shirt looking down at his partially burnt flesh. Right over where his heart should be was a gapping hole showing his lungs and other organs on the inside. She gagged seeing the bugs and goopy liquid dripping out of it." You do have a point." He grinned sickly seeing the disgust in her face.

" Ugh please put your shirt down." Nancy closed her eyes feeling squeamish from seeing the inside of his chest and seeing his bare chest. " My eyeballs still burn… Why do you want me to bring you out in the first place?"

" It's so boring in here!" Freddy growled pulling his shirt back down. " Since I can't get into other peoples dreams, there's nothing to do here!! I can't torture anyone and it's driving me crazy! I don't care if I have to be in your company I just want O-U-T. Out!"

" Well to bad! Deal with it! Bad enough your bothering me every other moment of the day!"

" Come on… Once again you're proving how much of a tight ass you are! What's the worst I'm going to do honestly? Break your fancy china and rip up your curtains… Well I would love to do that but I'm not." Nancy looked at him on the TV screen, his face contorted into a look of annoyance and boredom. Nancy shook her head to herself, not wanting to fall for his tricks. However it was that damn stubborn determination of his that made her consider giving in.

'What he said is true… He really can't do anything to me so I don't have to worry about being skewered. Plus I can at least get away from him physically for a while… Gah! No I don't want him in my house! He can suffer in that stupid dream world of his!'

Freddy was growing irritated at the younger woman but an idea hit him. One that he knew she wouldn't and couldn't refuse. " I'll read some more of that book and try to find another away around our covenant." Freddy sly fully oozed leaning against the side of the TV screen. " What do you say to that?"

Nancy sighed scratching the back of her head in irritation, it was looking grim on her side. The book was so damn hard to understand, she hated reading it so much! She'd only made it into two chapters out of twenty in these two months. That didn't mean she understood most of it though, heck when she first bought the book she had no clue what she was getting herself into. Freddy however knew way more then she did, though even that knowledge was limited he had a better time understanding it then she did. " All right… I'll bring you out. But you only have a few hours of freedom okay. Don't you dare try to leave like last time."

" Ugh, I know, I know. No need to bitch to me about that, I learned my lesson fairly easy." Freddy watched as Nancy sunk back into the couch and began to close her eyes. It was strange, well not really to him, that she could fall asleep so fast and easily now. It would only take her a few seconds before his power drew her into deep sleep, into the dream world her soul was connected to now. Freddy disappeared from the screen which returned to it's normal news schedule. Nancy could feel herself fall into the dream world. It was really weird to her but she had grown use to it now.

The stale and hot air hit her as she sat up from the steel and metal twisted chair that sat underneath her. The hiss of the boilers around her no longer brought on the fear that they had use to when she was younger. She was in his domain now. However Nancy grinned smugly standing to her feet, her heels clicking as she strolled out from the small room she was down the halls and stairs of his world. " Freddy! Where are you?" 'He better not sneak up on me or I swear…' Nancy growled to herself making her way down a spiral staircase. She was no longer as lost as she was before, she was starting to memorize this place, however Freddy found it amusing to change it around sometimes for her to get lost and annoyed.

Turning she saw the room she was looking for the large part of the boiler room, the main room. 'It may be his domain but it's mine now to.' A huge furnace sat in the back middle of the room, so many pipes extended from it into the wall and other machines near by she considered it the heart of the place. She could feel the sweat from the heat already form on her neck as she watched the figure standing in front of it.

Freddy stood in front of the metal gritted door to the furnace the fire crackling and leaping but not touching him. He turned his head looking back at her and smiling evilly like he always did, and always had. Nancy wondered for a moment if this man had changed at all from what the two had experience, from two months ago and all those years ago when she first met him. " You really need an air conditioner in here." Nancy merely said pulling at the collar of her work outfit. He turned striding towards her in that confident walk of his.

" I was sure with that ice heart of yours you would like a little heat." He mocked and Nancy frowned blue eyes scrutinizing him.

" Well excuse me I thought that you wanted out but I guess not." She turned waving her hand in good bye. She felt his left hand snag her wrist and her heart jumped for just a moment. The old fear may have been reduced, but you truly never lose the fear of a man like him. She turned and he held hold of her wrist with a look that he gave her years before. Then it changed, into the now never ending smug mocking look.

" Oh just wake up already." Nancy rolled her eyes but then closed them as Freddy peered down at her. She wasn't to much smaller then him but her innocent slender form was a lie. She could be just as stubborn, and fiery as he could and for that he respected her… Somewhat. 'It's not fun to have any enemy that will just give up, I'll make sure to kill her in the most glorious way possible. When the time comes of course…' Nancy felt her mind clear and soon the heat faded, the sounds of humming machines and the smell of burning flesh and wood. However as she came to, the grip on her arm didn't change. Her eyes fluttered open and Freddy stood in front of her hand on her wrist till she became fully awake. " Now that wasn't so bad was it?"

Nancy pulled her arm away and Freddy scoffed looking around her house. 'I forgot what it's like to need to breath… To fell weight in my chest and life in my veins.' Freddy thought feeling for the first time he was actually in her home instead of looking into it. He noticed it smelt like apple and harvest scents and he took it in for a moment. He could smell it off her when she came into his dream world. Nancy stood up noticing Freddy stop in his tracks, which was very odd. She was about to ask what he was doing but he cut her off first. " Do you smell something burning… Unless I'm still smelling it off me."

" What…" Nancy sniffed a moment as well standing beside him. Then it hit her. " My food!" She darted into the kitchen and opened the microwave, seeing the burnt shriveled remains of her Fettuccine Alfredo. 'I must have accidentally hit another zero to that twenty minutes…' Nancy groaned throwing the whole container into the trash as the nasty smell covered the sweet apple's and cinnamon. Freddy was leaning on the bar counter that separate the kitchen from the tiny dinning room.

" I'll order us some take out." Freddy grabbed the phone off her counter before she could protest. However she was hungry and some greasy Chinese food sounded delicious at the moment compared to that. She turned to examine how bad of state her microwave was in, praying that it wasn't ruined. Goop came from the ceiling of it and she sighed. 'My luck! My freaking luck!" Freddy was dialing the phone having taken off his deadly glove and setting it on the counter. Before he finished the phone began ringing and he stopped seeing the number ID flash off to the side. 'MARK'

" Who is it?" Nancy hurried over but Freddy answered the phone with a push of the green button.

" Thompson residence speak up or shut up!" Freddy grinned maliciously as Nancy punched him in the shoulder trying to grab the phone from him. However he kept out her reach standing up. " Oh what?" Nancy growled and grabbed his glove pointing the blades at him, which didn't even phase him. " I'm her boyfriend what's it to you?" The look on her face was quite priceless but from her angle not so much. She took one blade and cut the cloth on his sleeve, grazing his skin and Freddy glared at her holding the phone protectively. " Yes. I'll give you to her. Just don't make any moves buddy… I got your number now."

" You asshole!" Nancy hissed snatching the phone from him as he snickered in her rage. " Hello this is Nancy."

" Hey Nancy, sounds like you got a fine catch." Markus laughed in her ear as Nancy stiffened, humiliated that anyone would consider the monster beside her as he boyfriend. 'Never in a thousand years! Would I ever want that vile, disgusting, sickening, evil, demonic creature!' " Though he seems like the jealous type, tsk, tsk Nancy. I thought you knew better."

" He's not my boyfriend okay? Now what were you calling about?" Nancy quickly asked growing ever more annoyed.

" Well he seems to think he is... I'd be careful I think your boyfriend is a psychopath."

' Oh how ironic.' " Mark stay focused, what were you calling me about?"

" Oh right… Sorry there Nancy, I don't normally get to have much fun with you." There was a slight pause as she heard him breath for a moment. Freddy sat back down wondering what he was saying at the look that crossed Nancy's face. " I just got a report in. Nancy… They found another body…"

" What?" Nancy's eyes widened as Markus sighed and she could imagine the tired and worn expression on his face.

" Same exact MO cuts and acid bath. She was found in a small river… She drifted down stream but we traced where she was originally dumped. The location was back behind Mr. Ackerman's estate. I'm sure you don't believe that it's just some random raspiest or murderer now.

" No… You're right I don't think that's possible anymore…"

"She had secretly been seeing Ackerman in the past… from going through her computer and old letters, documents, we found that out twenty minutes ago. She worked at his trading company as well, used to be his old personal secretary a few years back." Personal secretary… Even people in the office were not safe from this killer.

" Thank you for the update Mark… Get back to me if you find out anymore that I can know."

" All right I will. Take care now Nancy. And tell your boyfriend I'm not giving up on you."

" Oh will you stop with that." Nancy growled as his light laugh filled her ear. " You take care to Mark…" With a beep Mark was gone and silence filled the room, Nancy hung up the phone setting it on the counter. Freddy looked at her trying to read her features but she was giving a hollow blank stare. 'Maybe I shouldn't try for that job… Maybe I'm going in to deep into this… But… With Freddy, we can find out things the detectives can't. We can catch this son of a bitch…'

" Nancy…" Freddy said her name and she instantly awoke her spine tingling. She looked at him and he held a slightly concerned look that was just bizarre. Was he really concerned about her? She blushed very lightly. Maybe he has changed, maybe he found a little humanity down in his non existent heart. Maybe he wasn't such of an ass as he made himself to be. He opened his mouth voice filled in wonder. " We… Can still get take out right?"

'Why do I even have hope for this man?'

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Never thought I was going to update! Think again! XD Sorry this one took me a while to write I had to go back through and change some dialogue and scenes to get them the way I want. It's pretty long chapter to! *wipes forehead* I hope you enjoy it though. More of the mystery is starting to come together, and the crime at hand! Reviews are gladly welcomed as they help fuel my desire to work on further chapters! Thank you for all of you who have reviewed so far!