A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I updated. Senior year is killing me! Once again, don't own anything except AnaMoly, on with the story!

"No, no way in hell!"

I wasn't one-hundred percent sure if I thought it, or screamed it. I watched as Krueger's face twisted into a sardonic smirk. I was pretty sure I screamed it.

"I figured that's what you would say." Krueger said, running his knives across the wall behind him.

I shuddered, unconsciously tightening my grip on the little girl's hand.

"Then why ask?" I shot back.

Krueger fixed his gaze on me. I didn't look away, but my skin began to crawl. Freddy stood, and began to slowly stalk towards me. I felt my heartbeat begin to race. I was pretty sure Krueger could hear it. The little girl let go of my hand, and stepped back to join her 'sisters.' I stood still as he closed the distance between us, the cloth of his sweater brushing against the cloth of my shirt. He raised one gloved hand, and ran the knives over the skin of my cheek.

"Because, sweetheart, you don't have a choice, do you?" He asked.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat, sweat beading under my arms. The knives cut three scratches onto my cheek. I felt the blood begin to dribble down, but didn't bother to wipe it away. Unfortunately, Freddy was right. I didn't have a choice. Not after what I had promised him.

"You still remember that night?" Freddy asked.

I nodded my head, but didn't voice my thoughts. I remembered well enough the night I purposefully called Freddy Krueger to my bedroom. I was twelve at the time, and thought that I knew what was going to be asked of me. I hadn't realized how much blood there would be. I shook my head briskly, chasing away the memories of a bloody room, a screaming baby, and the gurgles of a dying man. I moved to step away from Krueger, but he caught hold of my arm. He pulled me flush against him, closing whatever distance was between us. I could tell he was happy to be there.

"Let me go," I growled, jerking in his arms.

Freddy's laugh was like razorblades down my back. I winced as his tongue gently lapped at the scratches on my cheek. He pushed his hips against me, and I ceased struggling. Struggling only excited him, so why the hell bother? Freddy chuckled against my neck, testing the skin with his teeth.

"You see baby doll? You have to do this. I own you." Freddy whispered, "Mind, body, and soul."

Freddy pushed me back. He tipped his fedora at me again. The boiler room began to melt around me.

"Wait," I called, "what do you want me to do?"

Freddy's laugh echoed in my mind like a hundred rattlesnakes.

"I'll come to you tomorrow with your assignment. Until then, sweet dreams."

Freddy watched as AnaMoly disappeared from his dream-world. He licked his lips, the taste of her blood lingered. Freddy hummed to himself, some nameless tune that he had long forgotten. Her assignment was going to wake AnaMoly up to the true powers that she possessed. And when she found them, Freddy was sure that AnaMoly's world was going to be changed forever.