It had taken me ten months of working, saving, and researching, but it was finally mine.

I slipped the dirty glove onto my hand and flicked its bladed fingers. Curling and extending them a few times, I rotated my wrist to properly examine the famed weapon. The knives were still razor edged even though the seller insisted they had not been sharpened in years for fear of damaging the item. The thing hadn't even been cleaned or at least not thoroughly. I could smell the filthy cloth from across the room, along with a faint hint of deodorizer I imagined someone attempted to mask the odor with. I wondered if any flakes of His skin were still within the fabric...wondered if his sweat or blood stained it...

It was easier to gather the funds needed to afford it than it was to locate and actually procure.

The glove had belonged to Freddy Krueger, the Springwood Slasher. He died in 1968, but his infamous reign of terror hadn't ended until thirty-five years ago in '91. I had only learned of it last year during an assignment at school. My English teacher decided that for October, it would be fun to have us do our monthly research paper on serial killers and I had to agree, it was very fun. Serial killers, mass murderers, and other grim topics were personal favorites of mine so I could have easily written an A grade paper from the store of knowledge in my brain alone.

However, since I did appreciate the interesting topic and also wanted to show up everyone in my class on a matter I was an expert in, I went the extra mile and actually found a killer I had never heard of before and therefore, obviously, none of the others had either. One of the guys even accused me of making it up, but our teacher had quickly googled it and proved me right. I received a perfect score on the paper. Apparently, the professor was so impressed that she even pointed out, yet forgave me for neglecting the use of a semi-colon in one of the sentences.

During the research, Krueger definitely piqued my interest, but it was during my victory in presenting the paper when I became obsessed. There were ten children he was brought in for slaughtering and just before they charged him, he was released on a technicality...faulty paperwork. He disappeared soon after and it was rumored that the parents of the town had killed him themselves.

When the surviving children reached their later teen years, kids started dying in freakish, violent accidents. All occurring while they slept. Some of them began mentioning a man in a red and green striped sweater, dirty slacks, and a brown fedora. The description matched Fred Krueger on the day he had been spared by the courts.

To confirm that it was him the children were seeing, they had not only spoken of his weapon, they described him as horribly burned. Years later, it was discovered that the slasher had been killed when his charred skeletal remains were found. Further investigation proved most probable cause of death was suffocation by flame.

After his estimated date of death, the supposed ghost of the killer went on to slaughter as many as forty more children, teens, and adults. Although the official story was that there had been copy cat killers who were simply perpetuating the hysteria of the Springwood Slasher, victims, survivors, and more stood fast in their conviction that they had indeed, been hunted by a murderous ghost...a now demon.

And it was this which fascinated me.

I was used to being called weird and a psycho though I hadn't honestly been bullied and most of the time I was nice to everyone. Part of me wondered if nobody picked on me because they thought I was dangerous in my strangeness. I knew I had the potential to be dangerous, but I wasn't a violent person. I certainly had no desire to harm the innocent.

Anyway, I had fallen for this demon.

I couldn't get him out of my head and at some point determined that I absolutely must have that claw of his. There were several people selling replicas, but that wasn't good enough for me. I needed the real thing. I felt discouraged when the thought struck that perhaps it was locked up in an evidence locker or museum somewhere.

However, I finally located the son of a police man who had worked on one of the 'copy cat' Krueger cases. I told him I had an interest in historical pieces as I planned on opening up my own display. It was a lie, but I didn't want to sound like a loon. Turns out, he couldn't care less. I don't know if he was a dirty cop, just that he had no issue in stealing the weapon from deep in storage in a state evidence locker and selling it for a tidy sum.

Initially, he acted like a normal cop, telling me that it was locked away and evidence protocols and this that and the other. As I continued to push for any way at all I could obtain it, he carefully explained how difficult it would be. I almost gave up, but he kept repeating himself. I finally realized he was trying to get me to make him an offer.

I did. About half of my savings. Unfortunately, he talked me into just under double. It was definitely an unjustifiable amount for someone of my economic standing. What, being a student with no family money.

Whatever. I didn't care.

This... I flipped my hand over to again inspect the item. This was worth it all. I had never wanted anything more in my life.

Staring at my hand and flicking the blades in a strumming patter in the air, I grinned. It was perfect. I suppose it was fair to say that my obsession wasn't entirely...platonic. I had never had a boyfriend before. I hadn't had sex either though I was more than aware of how it worked. It was just that before I learned of Fred Krueger, I had never even felt the urge to do anything sexual. I'm not sure why. However, just thinking about the man...the demon...and his powers...the intensity of his lust for blood and the sadistically playful character I had read about in his victims' testimonies was just...overwhelmingly tantalizing.

I looked up at the dresser mirror in front of me. The moment I had returned home from purchasing the glove, I had locked myself in my bedroom, telling my parents (with whom I still lived) I was going to take a nap so I wouldn't be disturbed for a while.

But I what I really was up to was a bit of playtime. I even put on a special outfit.

I wore a plain black skirt that fell right at my knees, black leather flat boots rising up my calves to meet the end of the hanging fabric. My shirt was white and more elaborate than my skirt. There was an intricate design cut above the chest and draping between my shoulders. The arms of the blouse were loose as opposed to the part clinging to my chest and abdomen. My nails were painted red, but the only makeup I wore on my face was a small bit of dark eyeliner.

I smirked at my reflection and lifted my hand to point the index blade as if to taunt an enemy. Wearing the glove especially while wearing this made me feel incredibly strong. Powerful. Attractive. However, I was soon startled when the body in the mirror changed from being me...to being Freddy Krueger in the exact same pose.

He was only there for a flash, having disappeared when I jumped. I approached the glass again, standing straight once more, yet a little less confident. I lifted my claw and pointed, but nothing happened this time. Cocking my head to the side, I turned around to examine my room and be sure there was nobody fucking around with me.

I was met with maniacal laughter coming from the mirror as soon as my back was to it. I spun to place sights on it once more, greeted by the slasher in place of me, waving in sarcastic cuteness with the blades of the glove. My own eyes fell to my hand, only to realize it was mimicking Freddy's movements.

"What the fuck..." I whispered, a bit freaked out about seeing my body moving without my consent.

"Be careful what you wish for, sweet-cheeks," his raspy voice chuckled.

I looked back at the ghost with a furrowed brow. "How did you... Are you..."

My inability to form a question seemed to amuse him. "You're adorable, aren't you, little girl?"

Vision darting between the mirror man and my hand, I tried to command myself to drop the weapon, but nothing happened. I then attempted to change its position in any way and once again failed. The frustration must have shown because my new company erupted in laughter.

"Don't think you are stronger than me, princess," he jovially threatened.

At the end of the statement, my hand shot to my throat, grasping tightly as the blades scratched at my skin. My eyes were on the mirror again, seeing the demon in the same position, though he didn't appear to be bothered or choking like I was. His lips curled into an evil grin as he began pulling me off of the ground by my neck. I tried to reach up and fight the hold, but since the glove was allowing him control over my body, I was incapable of doing anything except stare at him and wait for whatever he planned on doing.

Abruptly, his grip vanished and I plummeted to the floor, out of view of the mirror. I sat there catching my breath for a moment before reaching my hands up to the dresser and pulling myself to my feet. I looked at the glove and made a fist a few times, telling me that I was in control once more...but only until my eyes were on the glass beside me and saw Freddy smirk at me. Then my unarmed hand was at my throat, fingers curling around it firmly yet not so strong I couldn't breath, while the claw lifted in front of my face, its blades gently trailing across my cheek.

"You're a pretty little thing," Freddy purred.

It felt then that he was right behind me, holding me next to his body. My vision fought to see past the glove in front of me and to the mirror. My palms started sweating and the blood rushed from my face. He wasn't in there. Eyes slowly rolling to the side as I barely managed to turn my head slightly, I saw that he was indeed, right behind me with my arms pinned between us.

"What do you want?" I breathed.

"Mm..." he smirked. "What do you want?"

I swallowed, unsure of how to answer even knowing I was aroused from the proximity to my obsession. I looked back to his claw, which had dropped from the air and found a place on my thigh, creeping to the end of my skirt before making its way back up underneath it. The knives scratched my skin as his hand journeyed upward. Upon touching my panties, he carefully pricked at them, then chuckled, making me realize I had jumped again. Jerking his claw suddenly, he cut through the fabric of my underwear, causing me to emit a small gasp.

"It seems we both have the same desire," his voice lowered as he whispered in my ear.

The feeling of his hot breath on my neck made me stiffen. The weapon precariously placed on my intimate area flicked, flirtatiously tickling the most sensitive part of my body. He quickly retreated his claw, instantly spinning me around to face him before pushing forward so that my ass bumped into the dresser, my torso falling backward atop it.

The demon put each of his hands past me and onto the dresser as well as he bent over me. His groin pressed against mine tightly and I could feel his hardness. My gaze tore up from his body to the lustful expression on his face. His teeth were barred, his eyes intense as they studied his prey.

I opened my mouth to speak, but his lips were instantly upon mine, his tongue sliding into me and silencing any sound that I could have made. Perhaps the normal thing to do in the situation would be to fight, to try and get away or deny his advances.

But I was far from normal.

Instead, I pushed back into the kiss, letting my tongue dance with his. He pushed harder, determined to keep his dominion over me. I had no problem with Freddy dominating me and I actually longed for it, but I wouldn't submit easily. I wanted him to earn that position.

Lifting my hands and grabbing onto his shoulders, I pulled myself up so that our bodies were completely snug. We continued kissing, sucking and and licking each other. My denial to give him submission for nothing did not go unseen and he bit my tongue when I slid back into his mouth. I instantly tried to remove it, but his teeth stayed clamped, a devious purr rumbling from his throat when he realized his move had worked in disarming me.

Finally letting it go, our heads pulled away from each other. I stared at his smirk while no doubt showing him a confused expression. I threw my hands onto either side of his throat, gripping tightly as I attempted to push him off of me. His expression remained amused as he backed away, telling me that he was letting me push him and that I hadn't gained any power over him.

It didn't concern me that I wasn't winning though. I simply smiled as my hands retreated, then playfully fell to his chest and shoved him onto the bed. He fell backwards onto the mattress, tilting his head to the side and patting the blankets next to him with his glove.

"Come to Daddy, sweetheart," he grinned.

I lingered in my spot just long enough to make myself more comfortable. I slowly took my shirt off and threw it to the corner, exposing the lacy white bra underneath. Then, I put my hands on my hips, sliding them beneath the waist of my skirt and wriggling my torn panties down my legs and over my boots before leaving them there on the floor and approaching Freddy.

I crawled up onto the bed, keeping my eyes glued to him the entire time. He reached out with his claw, letting its blades scratch my skin lightly at first, and then a bit rougher...enough to draw a few droplets of blood. I gasped at the slight pain, looking down to see the red staining spots on my bra.

"Oh don't worry about that," Freddy said, noticing where my attention was. "That bra was damaged anyway."

I cocked my head to the side in question, only to feel the fabric around my chest suddenly snap. He had cut through it just as he had done with my underwear. He immediately cupped both his hands around my breasts and squeezed them, casing me to inhale sharply, my eyes closing for a few seconds in pleasure.

Freddy continued to massage them as I began inching closer to him, my movement prompting him to lay on his back. I threw one leg over his thigh so that my legs were straddling his hips. I could feel him growing even more beneath me. I started pushing both pairs of lips onto his body, kissing his mouth, cheek, and neck as my lower parts teased him below.

After a moment, I meant to undo his pants and release him, but before I could, he had lifted his torso from the mattress, his hands grabbing my wrists. I pushed back. He was still stronger than me and soon had reversed our positions. He had me pinned onto the bed with his body lowering onto me to whisper a threatening flirt into my ear. I shivered at the thought of him actually mistreating me...and grinned at the pleasure of what he was already doing.

Freddy rose again, keeping my lower body strapped to the bed with his knees locking my legs together. "Help Daddy out, princess."

I knew immediately what he was talking about and bent at the waist, my fingers finding the zipper and button of his pants and quickly undoing them. His huge cock emerged through the opening and I put my hands on him without question, gently rubbing up and down. My gaze was on him again, seeing his eyelids flutter in enjoyment of my touch. When he saw me looking at him though, he grabbed my wrists and once again had me pinned completely.

He gave my neck a few kisses before placing his claw onto my throat and using his other hand to position his cock in front of my labia. He gently prodded those lips with his own tip, observing every tiny reaction in my body and face as he did so. He pushed himself past the folds and began poking at my entrance.

His hand left himself and rested on the bed beside my head as if to help hold himself up. My eyes shot open. I gazed longingly at his lustful face as he slowly felt me...the thrusts of his hips becoming more forceful each time until finally, he was entirely inside me.

It was painful...like he had broken something and I even felt that I might be bleeding. Regardless, as he continued going in and out of me, I felt nothing except pleasure and could tell he was experiencing the same. I stared up at him, his claws still resting on my neck, as his movements kept on. I began to moan and he began panting, somehow the cycling pull and push becoming faster. A tension was growing inside me, giving me the sense that I would explode.

"Freddy, please," I begged in a whisper.

The demon's face contorted into a look of pure, evil ecstasy as he banged his hips into me one...two...three more times, my core finally releasing just as he came inside me. His groans and mine matched, the two of us having become one in our passion. As I slowly began breathing easily again, my lids rose so I could see...only to find that Freddy was no longer atop me. I twisted my head to each side, but he was nowhere in sight. I pulled myself up to sit, something falling from my neck and into my lap...

It was the glove.

Picking it up carefully, I questioned myself. Did I imagine it?

I peered down at my body where my top half was naked, my bottom half covered by the black skirt and my boots...my body was sweaty and my feminine region was entirely soaked and sticky...and not with sweat. I looked over in the mirror, hoping I would see Freddy there, but I didn't...though I did see something. Scratch marks. There were long cuts on my neck at every different angle where he had held me. Not deep enough to warrant going to the hospital yet decent enough to be seen and possibly leave a few scars.

~to be continued~