A/N: Hello again. This is going to be fun. I can tell. Maybe you'll like it, maybe you won't but the following is the first chapter to An Enemy's Love. Enjoy. P.s. this is rated M for blood violence and language. Or maybe I'll change it to T. We'll see.

"Hey asshole!" a voice yelled from atop a large scaffold. "Up here!"

'This is different.' The dreamer thought. He was also standing atop the scaffold, but a safe distance from the person who yelled.

Down on the ground, a tall man, at about 6'3", looked stupidly up at his attacker. Though he did have a weapon, a weak looking machete, it wasn't as good as his opponent's mind. How the stupid oaf lasted this long in the fight was beyond Jesse's mind.

He watched Freddy as he waged war against Jason Voorhees, the useless sack of shit that somehow kept his bloodline strong without having to ever reproduce.

Jesse was the ninth generation of the Krueger family. Besides the name, the family heirloom and pride was Freddy's glove. Though modifications were bestowed on the glove, the format was still the same. What was originally the leather glove, bulletproof material took its place, and the metal on top of the glove was replaced by titanium plates. The reason behind the heavy-duty makeover was because the dreamers Jesse killed were coming up with more violent way to sever his killing hand from his body. When Jesse acquired the glove at the age of sixteen, the glove had to be modified again because Jesse favored his left hand in killing than the other members of his family. After all was said and done, the only original pieces of the glove were the four blades on the first fingers.

As the fight went on, Jesse's mind began to wander, making the dream fade and disappear. He was then left sitting in a ratty high back chair surrounded by his victims over the two years he killed. Some were killed out of anger, boredom, pleasure, but most commonly the feeling of loneliness deep under his carefully constructed façade. He waited for stray dreams to float by him, but none came. Not even the occasional sex dream.

Then his shrill alarm pulled him back to his body and he was face with the six letter word he dreaded more that his father's insult.

School.

Jesse showered, dressed, and did his normal routine. As he was trudging downstairs in a pair of ratty blue jeans, black converse, and an AFI shirt, he was greeted by the smell of French toast and maple bacon.

"Good morning Jesse," his mother, Nancy Krueger, greeted along with a plate of breakfast drowned in maple syrup.

"'Morning Mom," Jesse replied as he took the plate and began to nibble.

That's when Jesse's morning went down the crapper.

Fredrick Krueger entered the kitchen with the morning paper under his arm and sat at his place at the head of the table. He unfolded the paper without looking at Jesse. Jesse noted that his father opened to the obituaries first.

Jesse tried to slip away from his father before he asked the dreaded question.

He was halfway up the stairs when his father called,

"Did you kill anyone last night?"

Jesse winced. He could lie, and cover everything up, like his everything else in his life, or he could tell the truth and have his father hate him even more than he already did.

"No," Jesse muttered and some how his father heard him.

"You are a disgrace to the family name!" his father bellowed. "If you can't kill a fucking cheerleader, Voorhees will kick your ass in an unfair fight in your favor!"

Jesse closed his eyes and tried to block out the insults. It was slightly successful, so he took the chance to run up the stairs to the bathroom. He closed the door quietly and then the voices came.

Kill him. Think of the relief you'll have if you do. You know you want to.

These were the three voices he heard whenever he was under stress, very angry, depressed, or some other extreme emotion.

Jesse splashed cold water on his face to collect his nerves and to make the voices go away. He had them ever since he got the glove. If he lived in a normal family, this wouldn't happen. This wouldn't be an issue. But he wasn't in a normal family, his was in the Krueger family and he had obligations to do and he had to kill. The "what ifs" could torment him in his sleep later tonight.

Jesse decided he had enough of his father for the day and left by the back door. As he was walking to school, his older sister Jamie pulled beside him in her black El Camino and offered him a ride to school. He took the offer. Going with Jamie would mean they would talk about things that didn't relate to what happened that morning and the voices and anger at their father would vanish until the next morning.

As Jesse roamed the halls to fifth period, his last class of the day, the rest of the student body was abuzz, still, with the suicide of Ryan Peterson, a student who was defense on the lacrosse team, but also played violin in the school orchestra. What they didn't know was that Jesse killed him two nights ago and passed the murder off as a suicide. That's one of the tricks of the Krueger family, always cover your tracks.

Jesse walked to the library after he signed out of school and read the obituaries of his kills and felt a feeling of pride as the kills ranged from drug overdose, to abusive relationships where the other half was charged with murder.

Then out of curiosity, Jesse began to look up the obituaries of the people that died at the hands of his enemy, Voorhees. As he read, he noted that the kills looked like hunting accidents more than murders.

As he read, it dawned as Jesse that he hasn't seen or heard of the Voorhees that he was supposed to hate. He didn't know his name, what he looked like, or his favorite killing technique.

As Jesse walked home, more "what ifs" popped into his mind. What if he did meet Voorhees? What would happen if he won? Would the Krueger line die with him? But what if he won a fight against Voorhees? What would happen to the Voorhees family line? His son wouldn't have an opponent to fight and what would happen then?

It was about nine-thirty when he ran out of what if questions. Jesse's room was dark except for the full moon's light bleeding through his open window. A twig snapped.

Jesse sat up and ran the sound throw his mind. A twig snapped? How is that possible? His bedroom was on the second floor of 1428 Elm Street. There was a tree outside his window, so it may have been an animal. Thinking nothing of it he got out of bed, expecting to see a squirrel, instead, he saw a figure sating at about 6'1". Though it was in the shadows, the moon illuminated the broken, bone white mask on a pale face that made the blood red Detroit Red Wings symbol stand out even more in the darkness.

Jesse gasped and pressed himself against a wall. His heart was beating like a frightened bird in his chest. Though he still knew nothing about Voorhees, now Voorhees knew where Jesse Krueger lived.

A/N: Thank you for bearing with me on this first chapter. I hope that you enjoyed it and if you did, give me some feedback on it so I can keep writing. I'll try to get Love of Darkness up again. Thank you again! =)