Freddy and Christine's POV. Try not to get lost. :)

Chapter 11: Pokerfaced

My oh my, was I enjoying this more and more!

My favorite little piglet at the moment, Christine, was certainly proving to be a worthy choice of my interest.

Well, that much is obvious, considering I haven't killed her yet.

Her thoughts positively tickle me pink. The fact that she has qualms about killing a "psychopathic child murderer" due to her religious beliefs really strikes me as funny. Especially considering I finished off her slut of a friend whom she was clearly dear to.

And her question as to why I did it? Not only because I could, but because I want to see what it takes for her to step over that boundary she has established for herself and want to kill me. Or kill in general. Whichever comes first.

It's obviously not because I want to be kicked into the realms of the underworld again, but because I know I'm strong enough to survive her attempts, should she ever endeavor to. That, and I haven't had any real fun since…well, a long time. Better not to recall the events of the past.

Christine, Christine. What will it take for your mind to come around and see the true beauty and art of taking a person's life away from them, making their life yours?

Haven't you had enough examples in your life to see that the majority of people don't deserve to live?

I will teach you through whatever means I need to, and you will see things my way. Beneath that church-going stuck-up exterior, there lurks something beautiful underneath.

My little pet project…

"Christine, Alyssa wasn't the only one. Jacquelyn Hernandez was also killed about fifteen to thirty minutes ago. Died of massive blood loss, had lacerations on her neck and wrists. The message was again on the victim's chest, and it said, 'Want a bite, Christine?'"

I buried my face in my hands. I just saw Freddy a few minutes ago, which means I saw him immediately after he murdered the girl. Perhaps that was why he was so calm?

Reveling in the kill?

…What on earth does he want from me?

Feeling the almost forgotten sensation of occupying a human body, I looked down at the tag of the officer who Christine travelled with to the Police Department.

Officer Miller.

I'm glad she muttered my name during her little nappy time and that he caught it. It was enough for me to muscle my way into his consciousness as he was about to drive home. The guy was up all night and was on his way home to his girlfriend and a nice amount of sleep, when he decided to rest his head on the steering wheel for a moment.

Well, now he isn't. Right now, a certain Freddy Krueger has taken possession of the previously mentioned Officer Miller while he mysteriously fell asleep at the wheel.

As I exited the police vehicle, a deliciously dangerous smile curved my lips upwards.

This will be fun.

"I can't believe it Dad. My best friend is dead. A girl from my class is dead. I don't want to even venture to guess who is next." I looked sadly into Dad's worried countenance before my gaze dropped back to my lap.

"Looking at the killer's messages, he quite obviously knows you. I'm pretty sure that he wouldn't try to kill you; I think he has another modus operandi. Still, we can't be too cautious. I'll assign someone to keep watch over the house when I'm not at home. Okay, sweetie?" Dad reached over the stack of paperwork to grab my slender fingers in his burly warm ones, massaging them comfortingly.

I opened my mouth to answer when I heard someone tap on the office door. Squinting through the half-drawn blinds, I recognized the officer from before.

"Come in, Officer Miller." As the officer entered the tight office, Dad straightened himself back into his high-backed leather chair and continued with, "I thought you were off for the rest of the day?"

Officer Miller stood in back of the seat next to mine, leaning forward and resting his clearly well-defined muscular arms on the arms of the chair. "I was just about to leave, but I received an anonymous tip and learned about where the next murder would take place. The next victim is located at 64 Elmore Avenue."

My stomach plummeted as my heart skipped a beat. That was Mike's address.

"Dad, that's Mike's house," my voice meekly croaked. Dad was a flurry of blue as he quickly moved to put on his coat and leave the office.

"Oh, and Sergeant Dawson? We traced the call. The guy's name was Fred. Fred Krueger."

"Keep an eye on her, Officer." Christine's father was out the door before I could respond.

"That I will…that I will." Pulling the chair on Christine's left side to the right and behind me, I eased myself down on the chair, not dropping my gaze from her eyes. They were beautiful, conveying the torment, pain and anger she felt at learning her other half was about to be murdered by none other than myself.

I was giving the man a head start, but I knew that he would get there in record time and tell the kid about my threat on his life. Then he will learn about me, and when he gets put in protective custody, I will show just how futile that whole hiding endeavor was.

Fear will spread. I will get more power. And if I play my cards right, I'll have won over a certain someone to my way of thinking.

Freddy was doing exactly what I thought he would. Targeting all the people that cared about me. What did he hope to gain from it?

Royally pissing me off, I'm sure. He knew it would, along with shattering my heart.

Well, I won't let him get to Mike if it's the last thing I do. Still caught up in the officer's eyes, I knew exactly what I had to do.

"Officer Miller?"

Hearing her timid voice, my lips twitched upwards of their own accord. Take the bait, take the bait…

"Yes, Ms. Dawson? I mean, Christine."

I could see the internal battle going on in her head; she made no attempt to truly hide it. I guess she was truly distressed. Which only meant that she was more likely to fall into my trap.

"Can you take me to Mike's house?"

"Now, you know that your father told me to keep an eye on you. He would definitely not approve of me taking you to the site of what could be a murder."

Anger bubbled inside of me and I didn't try to quell it, snapping back at him, "Fuck my father. He doesn't know what's going on. I'm the only one that can save Mike."

An elegant eyebrow curved upwards. "Oh, and how do you think you can do that?"

"Look, I don't have time to explain. Just take me there."

Officer Miller looked like he considered it for a moment before shaking his head no.

"I'm sorry Christine. I can't. But you can feel free to tell me how to help your friend, since we have all the time in the world right now." She was so close to snapping, I could tell.

Do it!

Seeing her jaw clench, I knew she made up her mind. Heaving a big sigh, she dragged her fingers through her hair before getting up to stretch, making sure to curve her body in a way that inched her t-shirt up and showed me a little bare midriff.

Mmm, now that's more like it.

Intently studying the officer's gaze, I saw that his eyes trailed down my body and lingered on the exposed flesh that I bared whilst stretching. Good sign.

"Man, I needed to stretch. Nothing better, sometimes." I paused before continuing, licking my lips because I felt they were dry. "You know, I've been told that my hands can be quite magical when it comes to giving massages. Care for one, since we're both stuck in here?"

The officer looked a bit wary at first, but nodded his head in agreement. Smiling brightly, I walked the short distance to the back of his chair before placing my hands gently on his auburn hair.

"First I'll start with the head. It really is relaxing and feels good." Raking my nails lightly on the man's scalp and through his thick hair, I heard a low groan emerge from his lips as his eyes closed.

Wonderful, now relax entirely…

Damn, that felt good. Having a head of hair really was nice, along with someone to massage circles in it with their fingertips. She wasn't lying about being good.

"Now, I'll start on your shoulders. They seem really tense. Let me work those muscles…" Christine slid her cool fingertips down my neck, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Starting to knead my muscles, she bent forward to breathe into my ear, "Feel good?"

Intending to show the little minx just how good it felt, I turned my head to crush my lips onto hers, evoking a little gasp from her. She momentarily stopped her ministrations to my back, and I took full advantage of that to twist and grab her, settling her on my lap.

Grinning before capturing her lips in my own, I knew what her intentions were as she squirmed against me. I couldn't wait until I let slip that I was someone other than dear old Officer Miller. Feeling her arms brush my sides, they stopped when they met the belt that held the gun she was looking for. Feigning ignorance, I pulled away from her mouth to trail a line of wet kisses to her ear before nibbling on it. Noting that she managed to pull the gun out of the holster, I couldn't help but feel a small amount of pride. She didn't let her arousal cloud her mind completely.

Figuring that this was the perfect time, I moaned her name into her waiting ear, but in my voice this time.

I held in my laughter as she became absolutely rigid on top of me.

"Christine." Hearing his voice ground out my name doused me like a bucket of cold water and made me still.

That couldn't possibly be him! No way. He was out…out killing my friend. Wasn't he?

Venturing a look into the eyes of who I thought was Officer Miller, I saw the amusement dancing in Freddy's eyes. How could I have not noticed that the warm azure of Miller's eyes turned into the icy cerulean piercing ones of Freddy?

"Freddy?"

"Remember it, you'll be screamin' it later!" I teased, licking my lips as my eyebrows wiggled suggestively. Seeing her mouth gape open was priceless and I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts (which I noticed involved me and her in some very compromising positions) before toting the gun in my face.

So the kitty has claws…

"Did you kill Mike?" she spat, anger emaciating from her in waves.

He answered in a bored tone. "No." I could practically hear the 'not yet' in his voice.

"Don't do it." I added please as an afterthought.

His eyebrow quirked again. "And how do you intend on stopping me? Darling Christine?" With his last two words, he rubbed his still evident arousal against me.

I practically jumped out of my skin in my haste to get off of him, and I tried to steady my right hand, considering it was pointing the gun at his face.

Damn him.

You waltzed right into my trap, my cute little piggy.

"How about this. I give you one hour. One hour exactly. Go and kill someone. Absolutely anyone. If you do, I spare Mikey boy. If not, not only will Mikey be 'off the radar' (I couldn't help but laugh. Get it? Radar? Her dad is a policeman?), but so will your Daddy dearest."

A life for a life? Actually, a life for two lives. Of the two top most important people in my life.

But this means bloodying my own hands. I can't. I can't do this…

This is a sin…

Utterly satisfied that my plan was going along perfectly, I waited to see what her answer was going to be. I knew that she wouldn't be selfish enough to not do anything and get both her friend and Dad killed. Oh no, she had a soft heart.

Say it, Christine. Say you will kill for Freddy.

"And what stops me from blowing your face off right now?" I threatened, remembering that I still held a gun in my hand.

Freddy outright laughed at me. "Christine. Do you honestly think that you are capable of killing me?" His eyes challenged me to even dare try.

He was right, though. Who knows if I would kill Officer Miller in the process?

Christine let her right hand holding the gun drop to her side. She clearly made up her mind.

"Deal?" She stuck the gun into the pocket of her pea coat before holding out her right hand, clearly intending for me to shake it.

"Deal." I answered, a proud grin splayed on my features as I clutched her fingers in my own hand. To tease her a bit further, I brought the hand to my lips in a mock gentlemanlike gesture and kissed it gently.

Feeling his lips burn into the flesh of my skin, a shiver racked my body.

I just made a deal with the devil.