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IT fanfic archive
this is an easy to see archive of all my IT fanfics. easy to find and start reading. list will be expanded as i write more stories. =]
because this is already pretty long here is IT fanfic archive part 2
all these stories are also on my AO3:
https://archiveofourown.org/users/reddogf13/works
Between two voids
Pennywise x Beverly
summery: It has been 12 years since Beverly was last in Derry. now 26 years old and returning with her boyfriend she strives for a life of normalcy in the small town. Unaware that a certain stalking creature has awakened much earlier than expected. Looking for a challenge to cure its boredom ,in the now crumbling town, IT aims to uproot her life as much as possible. Yet, is that really such a bad thing given her dark situation hidden from all but the eyes of a world eater?
status: complete
rated: M - fowl language and gore
Covenant
summery: They did it, IT was left to die alone in the tunnels under Derry. months have passed and the losers thrived after what seems to feel like a curse lifting off the town. if only Beverly had not decided to make a last minute deal with IT on its death bed. will her choice to let IT live destroy all that she holds dear?
status: complete
rated: M - fowl language and gore
Deal with the devil
Pennywise x Beverly
summery: Beverly, for barely a year had been suffering a terminal illness. one night after accepting her fate of oncoming death she gets the sudden urge to return to Derry. returning back after being gone for 11 years she comes face to face with IT. offering a disturbing deal of a lifetime.
"carry my eggs, and I'll fix you back to perfect health."
Will she commit to a deal with the devil?
status: complete
rated: M - fowl language and gore , Spiderwise sex scene ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Horrors below
Pennywise x Beverly
summery: after Beverly's return, pennywise works to gain her trust as "Robert Grey" while also avoiding the cold rains of April. when unintentionally Beverly convinces him to question his very existence. what has lead him to become the monster so many children fear was below their beds? what will he do when he no longer wants to be that monster? can a monster truly become a human?
status: complete
rated: M - fowl language and gore
Summer nights
Pennywise x Beverly
summery: Beverly has the bad luck of being caught by a clown during mating season. while the clown has the bad luck of being stuck with her. will the both of them survive each other these next few months? (warning that this is basically smut and %2 plot. 10 years after the movie.)
status: complete
rated: M - fowl language, gore, and sex scene ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Raw nerves
Pennywise x Beverly
summery: 7 years after pennywise tricked those kids into thinking they won, he unintentionally explodes a gas pipe. he wakes days later to discover hes being treated by Beverly. too weak to even walk he is forced to live under her roof. questioning her reasons for keeping him and why none of the other losers have come to end him. without knowing, the two join a path to heal each other.
status: complete
rated: M - fowl language, gore, and sex scene ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Rapture
summery: after defeating IT Beverly is forced to face a bigger issue, her fathers murder. sentenced as guilty in the court she is sent on her way to prison on a transport bus. breaking down suddenly in the middle of nowhere and staff killed. she is confronted by IT for the strangest of reasons. (one shot)
status: complete
rated: T - light gore
Raw Nerves ch 5
Pennywise x Beverly
summery: 7 years after pennywise tricked those kids into thinking they won, he unintentionally explodes a gas pipe. he wakes days later to discover hes being treated by Beverly. too weak to even walk he is forced to live under her roof. questioning her reasons for keeping him and why none of the other losers have come to end him. without knowing, the two join a path to heal each other.
status: complete and on A03
rated: M - fowl language and gore
previous chap: Raw nerves ch 4
next chap: Raw nerves ch 6
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~ch:5 Nightly court~
She dropped him off at the house. Following him along to make sure he made it back to bed. Taking deep breaths to uplift her growing anxiety of attending the political party. Leading up to her date with Tom by the night's end.
Pennywise was left alone to wait for her to return. Watching the night disappear to the newly rising sun passing over into the creeping night. Agitated by the thought of someone else having Beverly in bed over him. With that he may not even have the chance as humans preferred a single pair. What was he to do now? Could he offer something to make a deal? Would it even be worth such a thing? He thought throughout his time alone.
Sun seeping between the trees on the horizon as it lowered beyond the mountains when he heard Beverly's truck drive up. Perking up at her return after being gone for so long. His hunger was hard to ignore when her scent entered the house. Fidgeting in bed on a growling stomach as he listened to her start dinner downstairs. Her scent was brimming with unfulfilled excitement since she got back. A fact the clown was happy to know that was untapped by tom. On the other hand Tom's aggression would surely scare Beverly away from any more physical contact.
“like hell I am starving to death because of tom.” he snarled to himself. Looking out to the hallway that the tempting scent was coming from. Drool dripped from his jaws as sharp teeth shifted together to make a sharp scissoring noise. Creeping off the bed to stalk low to the ground out into the carpeted hall. Freezing in place low to the ground as Beverly came upstairs with her meal. Going unnoticed in the dark hall way up until she reached her door a mere few feet away from him. Catching the low glow of his eyes out of the corner of hers she jumped. Pulling herself together rather quickly to not appear so startled.
Her voice came out louder than she meant to. “What are you doing?!” asking the lowly clown stalking in the darkness like some wild beast. Receiving no answer, but eyes looking her up and down while drops of drool landed on the carpet.
He was looking over her fresh various bruises and scrapes. While breathing in the scent that grew more heated in his presence. A detail that almost had him cracking a smile, but kept it down. Made easier when Beverly decided standing in front of a drooling clown wasn't the best thing for her.
Swallowing down nervously with a blushing face. “umm, I am going to bed now. Goodnight.” slipping into her room without fully opening the door before she did. Leaving Pennywise on his own, for the most part, in the dark house. His body slumped down low to the floor not wanting to return to his room. Alongside starvation he was slowly dying of boredom. His only entertainment being the lone window view behind his threading. Waiting around outside her door for a while to the point he was sure she would be asleep. Rising himself off the floor to creep back when a powerful wave of that lovely scent eased out from her door.
Gulping down a mouthful of drool to look back at the door. Excited that she hadn't fallen asleep, but decided to try pleasuring herself again. Key word being try as she never met her peak. With how rough tom was he assumed that the pain was back again. This could work for the both of them. He gets a meal and she gets easy quick treatment. If he convinces her to go along with his idea. The first time was a matter of luck on a surprise visit. Would the same trick work twice?
He growled into a grumble at the current situation. So close yet so far to a possible meal on top of bedding Beverly like he wanted. He could enter the room and “catch” her in the act. Tossing that idea aside as she wouldn't react very positively to seeing him barge in a second time. Swallowing a heavy mouthful as lingering outside her door was becoming unbearable. Fidgeting around to comfortably sit back against the wall by her door. Rubbing his squirming rod free from his pants for a bit of relief. Imagining Beverly to be on top of him. Riding him while moaning his name all throughout the night.
His arousal going unfulfilled alongside Beverly's dropped attempts to reach her peak. The heated scent diminishing enough to not have him feel so agitated. He returned to his room to swallow down the last bit of building drool. Impatiently waiting for the morning to come. Sitting up excitedly by Beverly's alarm going off to begin the day. Rushing out of the room to wait by her door for the girl to leave. Surprising her when she did, at seeing him standing outside.
Taking a moment to process in her sleepy brain what to say. “... have you been out here all night?”
“no.” he shook his head. She looked at him with a suspicious look, like she didn't believe him, but didn't ask another question. Heading down the hall with a new set of clothes and some towels to go shower.
Stopping shortly when she saw the clown following her closely the entire way. “what are you doing.” confronting him.
He went straight to the point. “you have a lot of wounds. I can fix them.”
“why?”
“you seem to be in pain again.” being blunt. “Tom was very rough with you, right? Was he also the cause of the last pain I fixed?”
“why do you even care?” getting flustered about what he was talking about.
“because I can't afford to have you walking around injured. If you're going to care for me, that won't do.” he spoke bluntly. “wouldn't you rather get through work pain free? Without need of a ridiculously thick sweater to cover all those marks?”
she sighs in looking off to the side in consideration. Although it looked like she had already made up her mind after he mentioned being able to work without pain. “okay, but let me shower first. I'll let you in afterwards when I am ready.” when he nodded she went on her way into the bathroom while Pennywise waited outside the door. Listening in on her taking her shower, stepping out, going quiet for some time afterwards.
Opening the door while wrapped in a towel she nervously gestured for him to come in. closing it behind him to nervously face him. Leaning away from him as he inspected her all over. By how uncomfortable she was he was cautious on touching her. Keeping it to a minimum when helping her sit on the counter. Starting on healing her wounds around her collar bone. A place not so private that wouldn't have her nervousness worsen. Fear wasn't what he wanted if he was to get a meal out of this at all.
Licking across the patterns of scrapes and bruises built over one another. Catching a hint of that wonderful scent coming off her the longer he gave treatment. Clearing her pale skin of the once dark bruises ruining her. Moving lower down her chest continuing down to lick around her thighs. Drooling more at how close he was to her arousal, but took his time in building it further. Going over any smaller marks he spotted over her. Gently having her spread her legs for him to come closer for the final part of healing.
His first few licks having her flinch back with a release of painful groans. Her hands gripped his shoulders as he held her close to keep her still. Trembling as he licked the tearing along her walls shut. Working past the bitter taste of blood seeping from the wounds. Hearing her pained breathing turn to relief that had her loosening her grip on his shoulders. Humming along to him licking deeper for his sweet meal. Him Developing a purr that had her grabbing his shoulders again in a bright blush. Covering her mouth to keep back her moans of pleasure.
They weren't held back for long as his licks grew more intimate. Slowing down to lick particular spots with a bit more friction. Reaching the deeper ones that may have never been touched. Feeling her begin to squirm he wrapped his arms around her waist. Burying his face deeper between her legs that caused her to let out a deep hum of approval. While also covering another moan of hers. Leaning back in letting him do what he wanted.
Unfortunately she needed to work and couldn't stick around for either of them to reach a satisfying end. Sitting back up straight and tapping his shoulder to get his attention back. Shivering at feeling his tongue retracting from her.
“i have to get ready for work.” sliding disappointingly off the counter. Opening the door for him to leave so that she could get dressed.
“I'll be waiting for you.” his words having her blush. Closing the bathroom door rougher than intended. He snickered about it on his way to the threaded bedroom.
Disappointed that his meal wasn't as large as he was hoping. A lingering painful hollowness that a speck of energy collected rattled around in. He needed more, so much more, to keep getting by without anything else to eat. Beverly's excited scent spread about the house as she grabbed what she needed for the day. Watching her leave in regular clothes after taking care of her marks. Swallowing a mouthful of drool at the thought of already grabbing a second meal from her.
“maybe I should have left some marks.” he thought. Without them he couldn't convince her of another treatment. Unless she gained more, but that meant she had to be with tom. He growled at the thought of moving to the end of the bed. Unintentionally clawing into his bed the longer he sat their starving under the sweet scent he couldn't touch upon. He needed to get some sort of release before his bed turned into a scratching post. Leaving his room to reach a closer source of the scent. Beverly's bedroom was filled with it. Laying himself down on her bed to breath in the scent off her pillows. Sleeping in the bed after her nightly actions trapped the sweet smell into the bedding.
Taking in deep inhales was still not enough for him to satisfy his cravings. Something low twitching around for attention. Reaching a hand low he rubbed along the length of his long black rod. Dripping with a self lubricating slickness that he happily spread across her bedding. The slickness not lasting long after being spread from him. Drying away to nothing like pure alcohol without a trace remaining. Since that wasn't staying he more happily spread his scent across. Holding back so he wouldn't cover hers completely, at least not yet. Satisfying himself while breathing around her pillows.
Satisfying a particular urge in exchange for what little energy he has. Exhausting himself into permanently staying in Beverly's bed for the day. Laying stomach down on her bedding tossed all over the place, except for her pillows he collected in a pile to rest on. Resting through Beverly's return to her coming up into the room after seeing her bedroom door oddly open.
Finding the clown sprawled out across her thrown about bed. “what are you doing?” asking her next question with a quick breath of anger separating them. “Why are you in here?! What did you do to my bed?!”
Pennywise being both exhausted and starving didn't care anymore and bluntly gave her his answer. “thinking of all the ways I can fuck you on this bed.” barely opening one eye to catch her reaction. She went absolutely silent and completely red in embarrassment. Feeling something more he caught the scent of, but couldn't confront her about it. She left his presence in such a hurry to make dinner downstairs to avoid him for as long as possible. Even when he heard all the cooking stop she stayed down there. Unsure of why she did, as eventually she'd have to face him again.
Pennywise physically unable to do anything, even if he wanted, was stuck waiting. He'd have to convince her somehow to bring him food. Reaching the end of his rope on spare energy he may pass out to preserve his life again. Stuck in thought he didn't notice her returning to the room to glare down at him.
Waiting nearby for him to notice she gave up when he never responded. “are you going back to your room?”
“no.” he managed to answer. Hearing her step around the bed while mumbling under her breath. Opening his eyes when she shoved him over to one side of the bed. Yanking free a blanket out from under him to settle on her side. Clicking on her bedside lamp to see as she stored away her car keys, work name tag, set her alarm for tomorrow and started changing into some nightwear. A black short top and some matching shorts that the clown was greatly enjoying the look of. Even more so when she switched off the lamp after settling in bed next to him.
Settling down he saved his convincing for food for tomorrow morning. Guessing she'd be too tired to listen so late in the night and would only get angry if he pushed it. It was quiet for a few hours up until he felt her shifting. Able to tell enough that she turned to glance at him. From her perspective she couldn't see he was fully awake as he laid stomach down, facing away from her. After watching him for a short time she turned back to facing away from him. Shifting around gingerly to avoid waking him, if he had been asleep.
Curiosity pricked at him at why she was fidgeting so much. Getting his answer when that heated scent hit him. Taking in shallow breaths to not catch her attention as he breathed it in. swallowing down the constant building drool. Holding in a growl at his painful hunger absorbing desperately the small amount of energy she was giving off. Agitation developing over the course of her pleasuring herself so shallow. No build up like she was afraid to have it happen. Connecting that him appearing to be asleep was the cause of her hesitance.
Well, he was going to fix that.
Using what little energy he just got, he flipped over to face her. Arms wrapping around her to bring her body right up against his. Hearing a startled squeak from her being caught in the act next to him. His face setting into the back of her neck for a deep inhale of her. “you're doing it wrong.” he growled. One of his hands rubbing low down over and between her thighs. Easing up past her hand into the delicate warmth of her core. Smiling when she moaned off his working hand massaging at her walls. Feeding off the energy he aroused forth to fulfill his own needs.
A deep guttural hum leaving his throat when she pressed herself back into his hips. Rubbing against his throbbing erection going ignored down below up until now. Her hands going over his to keep them pressing in while she rubbed back. Rubbing into her deeper to reach those perfect spots that had her moaning out in a long chorus. Her legs shivering around his hand telling him she was close. Wanting to keep this on a little longer he eased back his hand. Chuckling at her holding onto his arm to keep it where it was.
Burying his face into her soft curly hair for another deep scent. “Do you want a release my sweet?” being much more playful now with a belly mostly filled. Chuckling at her blushing face he could feel the sudden warmth off of. Grinding his hips against hers to enjoy the friction being returned by her.
Rubbing his arm to coax him deeper. “yes.” speaking softly to the male holding back. Moaning into the bed by his hand massaging deeper to the sensitive spots. He knew her body well by now to know the spots she liked to be touched. Reaching her peak wasn't far behind with his literal handy-work. Her body going lax in his arms. Shivering at his retracted hand that he brought up to be licked clean of the sweetness coating his fingers. Settling down for the night with her tangled in his warm embrace.
Their peaceful sleep was disturbed by the obnoxious sound of Beverly's alarm. despite Pennywise hanging on with a growl, Beverly still got up from the bed. Getting dressed in a fresh outfit for the day. Grabbing a bag to pack a separate outfit that caught the clowns attention.
Asking her from the bed. “what's that for?”
Beverly let out a sigh sounding exhausted already before explaining. “It's my separate outfit for another one of Tom's political parties.” packing a few outfits into the bag. “he doesn't like me heading home after work. Says it wastes time. So instead he wants me to come to the party and change there after work.”
“does it involve another “date” by the end?”
hesitantly she answered with a quiet. “... maybe.” her packing a second non-formal attire answered something more firm.
“will you be gone all night again?”
“probably.”
“if I come I could-”
“No. you're staying here. I don't want to keep an eye on you and Tom during the party.”
he huffed and grumbled as he watched her get ready for the day. As soon as she left the room to head out he went straight to the window. Slipping out to climb down the wall and sprint to her truck. Hiding in the back like he did before she even opened the front door. He was careful to stay hidden the entire time. Waiting for when her work was over and she was driving to toms. Arriving just before dark to a large mansion house. Hearing Beverly let out a mentally exhausted sigh as she left her car, clothes bag in hand. Unaware of the clown sneaking behind her. Slipping into the building as a large rat crawling along the wall edge. He followed her up the large staircase and into a room as she changed into fancy party clothes.
Growling to himself as Tom came parading in to hover around Beverly with hungry eyes. “ah, you look so lovely honey.” he overly sweetly complimented.
“thank you.” Beverly avoided major eye contact and holding herself stiffly still when he kissed her. Smiling to him up until he looked away. Her face showed disgust as she followed him out. Hiding it with another fake smile as party guests started joining.
The hidden clown getting more agitated as Tom showed Beverly off like a trophy. Gloating of all the work he does as Beverly stands by his side with at least one hand on her at all times. Like he was afraid she’d run away at the first chance he's not touching her. In which case she did. Making an excuse to walk away and settle down in the empty kitchen separate from the major gathering area. Tom not taking long to come and try dragging her out again for more showing off.
She refused his demand to come back. “no! I can't do this anymore!” she snapped.
“you'll do as you're told. I do so much for you! Pay your house, your bills, and you can't do anything for me?!” he roared at her. “act right or else I won't help you anymore!”
“fine! I'll figure something else out! I don't need you treating me like some escort!”
“oh really? You dumb bitch! You are a whore! Everyone in derry knows you are, remember? Your only safe as long as I say you're a good women. At any time I could have you locked away.” he grinned. “i go to the news. “mayor's secretary a thief” and they'll take you away. “rumors of Beverly marshes sluttyness comes to the front”. “Charitable mayor blackmailed by whore to give her money.”” he went on and on of the horrible stories he could cause in his position. “no one will hire you! Come back out and look happy!” he snapped before leaving.
Poor Beverly left alone and standing blackmailed under the cruel mayor with no other choice but to obey his demands. Putting on a fake smile before heading back out.
Pennywise watching from nearby snarled to himself. “i control people's fates in this town.” joining in on the fun of the party. Following Tom around as part of his shadow. The mayor happily enjoyed wine as he talked with guests. Not one noticing his wine level never dropped. Subconsciously he drank and drank from the never ending glass. Getting to a point guests were getting concerned by his mass slurring. A strange little voice whispering in his ear that maybe he should go lay down. Oddly enough he listened to it under some strange compulsion to.
Saying goodbye to guests for the night and slurring to Beverly to go get ready for tonight. Managing to stumble himself up the stairs. The first few doors he tried to enter were strangely locked aside from one room at the farthest end of one hall. All that wine having him pass out immediately on the bed inside.
Meanwhile Beverly went to his actual room where he wasn't found. Assuming him to be cleaning up she started to strip in preparation for the awful “date.” sitting on the bed edge with nothing but a blanket wrapped around her to keep things hidden.
Hearing the door to the bedroom open she looked over to smile at tom. Getting the shock of her life at seeing the clown grinning at her with one obvious different detail.
“what are you doing here?!” shooting her hand up to block an extreme view. “and why are you naked?!” questioning the clown approaching her.
“I wanted to have some fun and join the party” he answered first. “you're naked. So I thought it'd be best I was too.” he smiled and plopped down in the bed to lay back on.
“get off the bed or he'll get pissed!” her fear and anger coming through. Realizing something. “What did you do to tom?! Where is he?!” she questioned.
“Relax, he's drunkenly passed out in another room.” he waved off. Hearing her sigh and looking to the floor. A look of relief and exhaustion mixed on her face. halfly looking back to him.
“how'd you get here? Did you sneak in the truck again?”
“maaaybe. Arnt you glad I came?”
“ … you shouldn't be here.” refusing to answer his little question.
“but I am and don't you want to have some fun?” crawling up to her back to gently bite her back. Having her flinch away with a glare shot at him.
“i can't mess up his bed!” her glare dismissed by him off the lovely scent of excitement she was giving off.
Keeping the pace slow with talking. “like he'll remember who messed up his bed.” smirking at her. “ Want to continue our fun from last night?” licking the back of her neck. Feeling her let out a small shiver. “you can be on top. I bet Tom doesn't let you do that.” pressing his face into her neck to deeply breathe in the building scent.
She swallowed with a nod of her head. “okay, but you lay down first.”
Raw nerves ch 4
Pennywise x Beverly
summery: 7 years after pennywise tricked those kids into thinking they won, he unintentionally explodes a gas pipe. he wakes days later to discover hes being treated by Beverly. too weak to even walk he is forced to live under her roof. questioning her reasons for keeping him and why none of the other losers have come to end him. without knowing, the two join a path to heal each other.
status: complete and on A03
rated: M - fowl language and gore
previous chap: Raw nerves ch 3
next chap: Raw nerves ch 5
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~ch:4 Desperation~
The new morning covered the misted land in a warm glow. The air fresher than usual after a heavy rain in the night. The den layered in webs trapping what little heat it could off Pennywise nesting inside. Laying silently across the thrown about bedding. Hearing the morning go like others with Beverly's alarm going off to mark the start of the day. She was slow to get ready this morning with a pause out in the hall. Listening to her step forward into his room. Speaking loud to wake him if he was asleep.
Asking him about last night. “why'd you do it?”
he replied shortly. “why'd you let me?” remaining like he was resting without opening an eye to look at her. Her answer wasn't as fast as his. Sensing an air of confusion off her in thinking over his question.
“... I'll be late at work.” she started. “... thanks...” she mumbled.
Before he could say anything there was a loud knocking at the door. The scent of men slowly creeping inside from the front door edging. Judging off Beverly's reaction it wasn't an expected visit. A spike of fear over her when she peeked down at the front door from the bedroom doorway.
Curiosity bring him to ask. “who is it? More thieves?” drooling at possibly another meal delivering itself.
“no, police.”
“why are they visiting out in the middle of nowhere?”
her voice shaking. “ … I am late on bills.”
“bring them inside. I'll take care of them.” letting his interest in them be known.
“no!”
“i have to eat. With how long I am staying here you know something must be done.”
“ … I know, but you can't have them.” holding a hand out for him to stay in the room. Heading down to greet the police on her doorstep.
Not willing to listen he crept out from the room to listen in on the conversation between her and the officers. Hearing mention of a van parked in the forest brush edging the property. Linked to a group of men reported as missing. Beverly denied all knowledge of the men, but even the officers were onto her lies. Asking her to come down to the office for some questions. Pennywise couldn't allow them to take her away. Stepping up to the front door to gently push Beverly aside. Feeling her hold onto his arm to keep him back in some way. Her worry increasing at what he was planning to do.
He stared them down on the small porch. “what you're looking for isn't here. Go away and take the abandoned van with you.” he snarled down at them. The officers staring blankly at him up until he left their sight into the house. Leaving Beverly alone again with the officers acting different toward her. The men apologized for bothering her and accepted the van was strangely abandoned. Claiming they would tow it themselves without charging a penny for its removal. Giving Beverly a breath of relief that she wouldn't be leaving in a police cruiser. Closing the door, as the officers left, to get Pennywise back into bed. He didn't need the help, but she preferred to make sure he wasn't going to try anything else after that talk.
“I have to leave for work now or I'll be late. Will you be okay?”
he huffed. “what do you think I'll do? Stick a fork in a wall socket?”
“ you may wander down the block and pass out in the middle of the road again.” mumbling on her way out. Unable to do anything else if he decided to while she was gone.
“I didn't pass out on the road!” he shouted from the room. Speaking to himself on being treated like a newborn. “she doesn't trust me to know my limits. Assumes I'd be stupid enough to fall in the middle of a road.” nesting down to rest in the bed. Letting the time rush by for when she returned in the night. Listening to her cook dinner and later prepare for bed. The same night as usual onward to the morning alarm. She didn't visit him this time and headed straight off to work.
Her late night return had a noticeable shift that alerted him to something being wrong. Scenting blood, stress, fear, topped by a large amount of pain radiating off her. She didn't even try to go up the stairs toward her room. She stopped shortly after the door on the living room couch lit up by what small moon light passed the windows. When she didn't move after a while he rose to investigate her current health status. Keeping himself as hidden as possible he crept low to the ground on all fours as a stalking animal would. Cautious about his sharp nails tapping along the wooden parts of flooring. Moving faster along the carpeted living room up to the side of the couch.
Checking first that she wasn't awake to get closer. Barely home for 5 minutes and already in a deep sleep. His quick check already seeing noticeable cause of her stressed pain. Lots of bruising upon closer inspection showing the shape of hand prints. Marking all over her skin from her neck down to her legs from what he could barely see past the pant leg ends. The rest of her covered by herself as she slept in a tightly curled ball. Breathing shallow followed by a wheezing that cut off in a dangerous way. The longer he watched her breathing diminished to not breathing at all. Needing him to step in to prevent her from suffocating in her sleep.
Gliding a hand under her bottom jaw to lift her head toward the air. The bruised mark on her throat wasn't the only damage done. It had crushed her air way that further wasn't helped by ducking her head down when sleeping. Holding her head he carved a nail into her throat down in a thin line. Giving it a quick lick to fix the damage done. Rubbing her neck to speed along the process in healing the airway open. The bruised mark of a hand fading away into the pail glowing skin. Satisfied by the sound of her breathing leveling out to a normal standard. When he moved to rest her head back down their was an explosion of fear off her.
She had woken terrified in momentary confusion of what was going on. Struggling against the clown ready to break into a brawl against him. Realizing it was him after he leaned away from her throwing fists. She calmed down from her episode of panic. Body shaking off the rushing adrenaline of survival she couldn't bring any words forward to give the clown crouching next to her.
Filling in for her he answered questions she anxiously wanted answered. “you're at home on the couch. I needed to fix your throat after you stopped breathing. It was badly crushed by someone's grip, but I don't know who did so.”
her reaction to the answers slowly showed her remembering. Exhaustion kicking in again both physically and mentally on her injured body. Ready already to fall right back to sleep without any more questions.
But he wanted more answers. “ what happened?”
voice rough with pain.“... I don't want to talk about it.” Shutting her eyes to focus on sleeping it all away. He didn't push afterwards to let her body rest. Watching her rest long enough to be sure she wouldn't die in her sleep. Stepping back up to his room for the night. After a few hours he heard Beverly stiffly getting up. Hissing in pain the entire way she stepped up the staircase. A moment taken in her room before coming back out to take a long shower. When she came out he was surprised to hear her coming into his room. Settling on the small couch nearby he didn't disturb her as she did. Pretending to sleep until she was, then opening an eye to check on her.
Looking over her curled up again in a protective ball in fresher clothes that weren't ruined by blood. A thick sweater hiding most of her shape helped also by baggy pants. Any harmful markings purposefully hidden for reasons he didn't know why. Marks like the ones she had were shown off to police after being freshly made. She wanted it all to go away as quick as possible it appeared to him. If she wasn't willing to tell him he would let it go.
The morning alarm went off in her room to wake her for work. He was the only one able to hear it this far down the hall. He thought of warning her about the alarm, but her body was in no condition to work. Needing even more sleep to heal off its painful injuries. Leaving her be on the small couch for the whole day. When dinner time approached she finally woke to stiffly stretch from her position. Looking at the dark window across the room to then look at the clown.
“what time is it?” her voice not so rough as before.
“7: 56. you slept the whole day.”
“mm, I missed work.” sounding displeased, but also uncaring.
“how do you feel?”
“ ...” getting the message she really didn't want to talk about how she felt.
“are you hungry?” he changed to a different question.
“yeah, but I don't want to make anything.”
“you should eat.”
“...”
“what about ordering pizza? They drop it off and you don't have to move.” the mention of someone visiting spiking her anxiety's. Marking it a bad idea she wouldn't accept. Not getting anywhere he decided to switch things up further.
“so, where are your friends? Can't one of them come over with a bowl of soup?”
“the guys? Most of them are gone. Been that way since we graduated high school. Bill, Stan, Ben, and Richie all left for colleges across the states. Eddie and mike are the only two to stay. Eddie caring for his mom and mike running the farm. Both saving up to eventually go to their favorite colleges. Ever since most our group split we haven't stayed in touch much.”
“why did you stay? How'd you even get this house?”
“my aunt … after the whole summer thing . Dealing with my …” her voice choked up at the memory. “I had to live somewhere else. Moved in here with my aunt. She passed away a year ago and gave it to me in an inheritance. I've been working to keep it. It's hard to save up for college and pay for a house on a waitress job.” unhappy about her money situation. Something else about it she kept quiet on mentioning. Resting back into the couch without anything else to say.
“still tired?”
“yes.” a quiet answer as she finally went back into resting. Watched by the clown laying not too far on his crossed arms. Checking again that her rest wasn't something more serious bringing her health down. Stopping himself from staring after a few hours. Something was changing about Beverly that only he could see at this point. Something major that Beverly wouldn't be able to tell for a while. Based off what he could piece together from her injuries. He had to tell her when she woke the next morning.
Waiting patiently for when she woke around noon. To a point she was awake enough to clearly understand what he would tell her. Seeing him hold an unblinking stare the entire time she grew uncomfortable.
“what?”
“... you're pregnant.”
it took her a moment to take in what he said. “... what?!” wide eyed with shock at the news she bolted from the chair to run outside into her truck. Speeding off on screeching tires down the driveway. It concerned him how she would be after seeing the look of pain she got when rushing out. Her body was not well for this 2nd round of stress. He would have to wait for her to return to see how well she was later.
The whole day and late into the night she was gone. When she came back she rushed up to his room. Looking pale under the stress of what she went through today. Shaking nervously in standing by the clowns bed. “can you stop a pregnancy? … painlessly?” the last part not sounding as her top concern over what she was asking.
“ … I can … rest by me for the night.” surprised she didn't hesitate in curling up next to him in bed. How she was asking him to not even questioning how he would stop it. He knew she must be horribly desperate to end this pregnancy. If it could really be called that in this moment. It was merely a speck in this point in time it was so new. “... who's the father?”
“I don't want to talk about it.”
“someone you know?”
“ stop asking.”
Beverly didn't know many that closely. Who would be the worst choice to father a child with her. “a blood relation?” a question she wouldn't answer. He remained quiet from then on. Thinking of when the violent act happened. At her work was his best guess as she worked late into the night. Alone in a small diner left her open to be attacked. Or was this a dark choice of hers? Not the pregnancy part, but she said she was late on bills. A dark deal between them she feels forced into. Delicately as he could he asked. “do you … tolerate him for bills?” was the best he could come up with.
“no! It's why I keep this house. He doesn't know where I live.” sniffing through fallen tears. To comfort her he hugged her close in a warming embrace. Keeping his hold loose when she flinched at the touch. Using his energy to warm them both into a quiet rest. In the night he leached away that dust speck of life to free Beverly like she asked.
It was the first thing she asked about after waking earlier than usual. “is it gone?”
“yes.”
hearing that she sighed out a breath she had been holding. Getting up to take a long shower to stop when the morning alarm went off. Leaving the bathroom to go get ready in her bedroom.
Catching Pennywise interest in what she was doing. “preparing to leave for work? Couldn't be.” heading from his room to go see her. Catching her as she left the room dressed in regular clothes again.
Curious at seeing him up. “why are you out of bed?”
“you're leaving for work?” his question causing her to fidget nervously. “you've barely healed.”
“i have to.”
“are you working late again?
“yes.”
“is that how your father grabbed you? Late in the night at work?”
“ … ye-...” turning suddenly pale and rushing to the bathroom. The sounds of vomiting heard down the hall.
“she has to work to pay bills that are already late. No matter what I say she wont stay home. That means I have to go with her instead.” sneaking downstairs while she was busy in the bathroom. Twisting himself into the back seat of her truck on the small floor space. Taking up only the space of a backpack that would let him go unnoticed. Beverly didn't after puking her guts out for the past few minutes. Starting the truck to head down the road back into derry.
Pennywise taking a small glance out the window to see the town after so long. The giant craters he accidentally caused making road blockages left and right. Blocks of houses gone or partially missing with danger caution tape marking everything. To avoid being spotted while looking he crumpled himself back down. Waiting for the ride out to stop at the diner where Beverly stepped out. He stayed waiting for when she fully got into the diner.
Hidden from view he stepped out to spy around the place. Scenting the air while looking for anything strange. Catching the scent of old blood on a back door. Little smears at its edging suggesting someone escaping through the door. Unimportant now as he was looking for her father possibly waiting for another attempt at Beverly. Old evidence was only useful to police and that was if Beverly wanted them involved. Looking out, he found no one in waiting around the place. Thinking this would be the case as her father would more likely strike at night when she was alone again. Pacing around he sees the approach of something interesting into the diners parking lot.
“a limo?” watching a man step out from a door opened for him.
The man was dressed in a fine dark suit and bright red tie. A neatly cut short beard and mustache and black slightly curly hair. Eyes a grayish brown bearing a cold stare that was quickly hidden as a group of news reporters arrived. Swarming the bright smiling man for interviews. Many calling out his name repeatedly among the crowd for his possible attention.
Pennywise recognizing the man by his name. “ah yes, tom rogan, the mayor.” watching tom refuse the reporters to get into the diner. “still own the place after being elected?” this he had to see. Using a little energy to sneak inside along the shadows.
Tom was barely inside when he snapped at Beverly. “you!” he pointed at her, causing her to flinch. “office, now!” having Beverly submissively follow him.
Pennywise willing to spread out his influence to save her job if that was to be the case of being called into the back. Discovering the meeting bearing a much darker tone.
“you fix that little problem of yours?” Tom outright asked her as he poured a shot of whiskey on the desk.
“yes, it's gone.” her voice overly soft.
“good, our dates still on schedule and you can make it to the party.” chugging the shot of liquor.
“i-i really don't feel well after-”
“suck it up. Take some Advil, you'll be fine.” pouring himself another shot already. “these damn reporters wont get off my ass. The party's are the only time I get some damn air. Your always good at puffing up the rich business men to support me.” giving the widest most unsettling smile toward her. “your my special girl, right? You wouldn't disappoint me by skipping our special night, right?” his grin dropping to a blank cold expression. “especially with all the help I do with your bills.”
Pennywise could hear the heavy swallow Beverly did. “n-no, i'll be there … a few bills are late.” she mumbled the last part.
“good girl. You'll get everything after our date. As always. My new manager can handle the diner too, right?”
“y-yes sir.” flinching away as he hugged and kissed her. Leaving the diner back to his limo.
The hiding clown creeping back outside. “interesting. Dating tom to pay bills. Is he also the one roughing her up in bed?” putting together the whole situation Beverly was trapped in. between keeping her house, dealing with tom, and working to flee her father's abuse in town. Then there was him on top of it all at her own house. Questioning why she would tolerate so much in Derry over fleeing the town entirely.
Pacing about boredly in watching out for her father the further the day went on. Watching one by one as every other worker left until Beverly was completely alone. The lights staying brightly on in the empty place as she finished things in the small place. Hesitant on turning the lights off and even more so on stepping out into the dimly lit parking lot.
“Beverly.” his voice startling her into bringing up a knife to face him with. Taking a few deep breaths at seeing him instead of someone else.
“what are you doing here?! How'd you get here?!” snapping at him in a shaking voice.
“you're dating tom?” he went straight to the point.
“yes.”
“for bills?”
“yes. Why do you ask? Going to scold me for it?”
“no, curiosity. Wouldn't it be better to sell the house and leave this place? A better option then dating tom off what I know of him.”
“i cant … hes the reason I even still have the house. Technically it's his, he won it in an auction after I couldn't afford the cost on it after inheritance. He's also why I have a job. My rumored bad reputation followed me into adulthood to the point everyone avoided me. Tom offered everything to me in exchange for being his trophy girlfriend to show off at parties. I try to stay useful by convincing supporters to donate to his “charity's”.”
“your a slave?”
“you could call it that. Tonight I have to be at his place.”
“why? Even without the house money you could run.”
“no, he'd ruin me. No one would trust a girl with my reputation. I am only liked as the “poor girl tom helped off the streets.” He has helpers everywhere including in the police force. I step out of line and suddenly I'll be on the state's most wanted list for an armed robbery done to tom.” unlocking her car doors.
“i could come to the party-”
she interrupted him. “no! You're not coming! You could stay here or I could drop you off at the house. Which one?”
“mm, the house.” not wanting to leave her care quite yet. He still had a personal goal with her, although his plans were drastically changed now after all that's happened these past few days. Maybe he could sort things out for her.
Raw nerves ch 3
Pennywise x Beverly
summery: 7 years after pennywise tricked those kids into thinking they won, he unintentionally explodes a gas pipe. he wakes days later to discover hes being treated by Beverly. too weak to even walk he is forced to live under her roof. questioning her reasons for keeping him and why none of the other losers have come to end him. without knowing, the two join a path to heal each other.
status: complete and on A03
rated: M - fowl language and gore
previous chap: Raw nerves ch 2
next chap: Raw nerves ch 4
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~ch:3 Scars~
The new morning rose to fill the webbed den in a yellow glow. Beverly sitting on the chair while he rested nearby. Hearing her get up to leave he opened his eyes, anxious that she was heading off to escape his reach and tell others about the night.
Stopping her with a question. “where are you going?”
Beverly turning to look back to him. “to work.”
“stay here.”
“I have to pay bills. I can't afford to take any days off.” her restless night shining through in a tired voice.
“you were here yesterday.”
“yes, because that was my normal day off. After my hospital visit I have to do lots of overtime. I'll come back late tonight and every other night.” taking a jab at this partially being his fault. Leaving while he was left grumbling over the fact. Her body language didn't say she was lying leaving no choice for him but to believe her. Hearing her take a quick shower to redress in fresh clean clothing for the day. Heading back toward his room to check on his bullet wound. About to shift the bandages when he snapped at her.
“leave it!”
shouting back at him out of frustration. “can you stop being a dick so I can check!”
“why are you even bothering? Go to work already.” shifting to where she couldn't check the wound. “how'd you even find me after that explosion? I thought I would surely be buried under the rubble.”
“because I am not a dick who leaves someone to die a miserable death. I was walking home when I spotted you in the scar.”
“the scar?”
“the big chasms made by the tunnel explosions. Some call it the scar or the canyon since it turned a few blocks into long ditches. Killed some people inside the houses that were destroyed aside from all the workers who were in the tunnels. Almost half of Derrys streets are closed now that I don't believe will ever be fixed with how deep the damage goes. Lots of rain afterwards didn't help the search for people. Washing away rubble or sinking it deeper into the building mud.
Maybe that's what made it easier for you to be found. Sticking out of some rubble I first thought you were one of the missing construction workers until I got close. I dug you out anyway and saw you were still breathing so I took you home. I was really hoping to get you healed up in a day or two and free you back into the wild.”
“HA! Keeping me from a miserable death?!” he laughed. “after you all threatened me with starvation?”
“I don't blame a wolf for needing to eat.” her tone serious. “that does not mean I am going to sit on the dinner plate or let others be eaten if I can help it. Besides, you don't look very starved to death.”
“fuck you! Get away from me before I snap your other arm!” threatening through the fatigue catching up to him being aggressive again. Beverly taking him by surprise by shoving him down into the bed. Shifting him into laying fully on his back to reach the bullet wound. Pushing a hand up under his bottom jaw to restrain him from lunging back up. Pennywise ready to retaliate by shredding into her if it weren't for where she decided to settle. Straddling over his hips to sit down in restraining him further. His body going lax on its own from the intimate interaction pacifying him.
His head laying back she slowly removed her hand from his bottom jaw. “don't move and I'll get through this quick!” already checking through his wounds. What she was doing flying over his mind focusing on something else a lot lower. The shifting of her hips over his developing a building arousal he hadn't felt in a long while. Ever since he first landed on this space rock there was something interesting to him about the females here. All their soft flowery smells made them more tempting a meal to dine on. It was only when he bedded one that he captured the true feel of them. Taking a chance on the disgusting creatures after a night of accidental courting and drinking.
Excited by the play he couldn't do between the rare numbers of his species. Learning over time how delicate they were to handle. Holding back his bites to nurture forth an excitement at their core a sweet taste that far more addictive than fear. Unfortunately for every female he sweetened to taste they never lasted long. Devoured to ultimately satisfy his hungering addiction of their taste. Belly filled quite the while after swallowing down the last bloody bite. Compared to fear it filled his stomach greater, but took too long to develop for a payment that was so easy to lose. Females lost interest if you don't pamper them enough. Humans fragility in general that had them die at any moment. Unpractical enough in the long run that he never committed to keep it up. Defaulting to terrorizing humans for a seasoned meal.
Thinking back on it all had his dick excited for some fun. Twisting around in his pants to rub against Beverly seated right above. At the rubbing between her legs she halted in treating his wounds. Pennywise waiting for her to leap off feeling repulsed by the action. Aware of her past negative sexual encounters when she was younger. Inhaling a deep breath leading him to heavily swallow a mouth full of drool. Her flowering lavender fragrance shaping to let him be aware of her excitement. A fiery smoked cinnamon he already wanted to grab a taste of. Denied all possibility of that today as she slipped off him. His check up for the morning finished that she was ready to leave for work. Heading out of the room faster than most mornings.
Taking in another deep breath to enjoy her scent in sitting up. Stunned to know he could cause such feelings in the girl who tried to kill him. Enjoying the image of her riding him to the point of screaming his name. Able to arouse her left the way open to make that a future possibility. How was he to do this with someone so guarded? Gentle coaxing during his treatments that perhaps a deal could be made. Staying an obedient patient as long as she stayed on him like before. Shifting it toward something more each day to test how willing she was. Eventually he could convince her to try something a bit more risky.
The thrill of his plan causing him to watch the clock through the rising heat of the summer day. The sound of the car late in the day announcing her return. Displeased that she skipped seeing him right away to go shower. Shifting in bed to lay stomach down creating a difficult position for her to work with. A start to his plan intending for her to fight him back into the past position of pinning him down. Tapping his fingers on the bed impatiently during her time redressing in the bathroom. Coming into his room dressed in a pair of shorts partially covered by a long short sleeved t-shirt.
Jump starting the life in his pants over the tempting sight. Thankful that today had been extra hot to give him this lovely view. Attention brought up momentarily from her legs by her talking to him for his treatment.
Her voice sounding tired after a long day of work. “nothings bled through the new bandages. Does anything hurt?” partially up lifting the larger bandages for a glance under them. Her lethargy during the check over leading to a costly mistake. Stepping within the reach of his hungry jaws drooling for a taste of her.
Gazing over her soft thighs that would be a tender sweet bite. Swallowing down so much drool to the point he couldn't hold back anymore. Mouth opening for what he considered to be a small nip. Arms wrapping around her to be pulled close. Catching her releasing a hiss of pain by teeth piercing her inner thigh to let blood flow. Her hands planted on his shoulders in keeping herself steady during the situation that would have many panicking. Helpless by the bite directly over her major artery that left her life in Pennywise's jaws.
One pull back in ripping the artery open would end her life here. Lucky for her he only wanted a taste, not a bite to swallow down. retracting his teeth to lick over all the blood droplets pooling over the skin. Lapping over the fresh bite long enough to close a few of the marks. The once bacteria infectious bite turning into a cleaning fast healing treatment. Good for small injuries, but took forever to help the larger ones shrink. In spite of the bleeding coming to a stop he kept licking along her thigh. Tasting higher to a more sensitive area under the edging of her shorts. Tempted to tear the fabric away enough to lick somewhere more private. Leaving behind a layer of drool in savoring the heated scent this treatment eased her into.
Arms wrapped around to rub the tops of her hips. Face buried to lick between her legs so long he felt them shivering. Her hands gripping his back through heavy heated breaths. Making no attempts to pull away when his bite released past a few minutes ago. His grip releasing around her hips freeing her to slip out of the room. His smile spread from ear to ear in self gratification as she ran to the bathroom. Hearing the shower start up briefly set on a temperature lacking the steam he saw escaping the door. Shut off when Beverly headed back to her room without heading down to start herself dinner.
Snickering to himself at what he did. “no treatments today after I couldn't help myself. Tomorrow I'll have to be nicer to my in house carer.” bedding down for the night.
The morning golden glow didn't come this time as a storm clouded the skies. Pennywise didn't mind it too much at first. It was when he noticed Beverly being much more hesitant to enter the darkened room. Nerve wracked enough by the narrow death funnel before his den, that the now entirely dark room was off limits for her. Avoiding the space after waking to go make herself breakfast instead. Leaving the clown upstairs fearfully worried she would not be coming in today. Paying close attention to where she was moving around the house. Ready to accept this day as a failure he laid back down to rest.
Alerted by Beverly coming up the stairs to stop at his doorway. Taking deep breaths to gear herself to enter the room. In a hurry down the narrow path to his den where she took a quick peek of him around the corner. Exchanging a glance to one another for a brief moment. When she turned right back around to head out he jumped to get her attention back.
“not going to check up on me?” relieved to hear her steps stop to reply.
“I am not looking to be bit today.”
“I won't bite.”
“how do I know that's not a lie?”
“I promise to be nice the entire time.”
“will you let me use alcohol?”
the liquid had him grumbling but accepting. “yeeees.” satisfied that she was convinced to come back. Taking some cotton to soak in one hand. The other holding the full bottle of alcohol that he could read off her wasn't just for medical reasons. It was a defense to throw in his face if he reacted aggressively toward her. Standing by the bed she held a distrusting look to him about ready to treat the first wound.
Passing her a sly grin in gesturing across himself. “take a seat.”
receiving a questioning look of suspicion. “why?”
“easier to check over.” which he was right about as otherwise she'd have to move around the bed for a full look over.
Beverly mumbled in debating something while standing nearby. Glaring back at him in warning. “stay down and don't move!” pointing down toward the back of the bed.
Doing as he was told when she moved to straddle his hips. Her legs spread far apart over his muscled body far larger than anyone she knew. Working through the creeping sensation of Pennywise's hands settling on her hips. The hands tensing their grip each time she cleaned the wound with stinging alcohol. Shifting underneath her to work off the pain into a better sensation. Catching the scent of her excited body enjoying the small friction he was causing. Hands pressing her hips down for a more solid feel between the two. Something hard rubbing against the fabric between them looking for a way around it.
Finishing up her treatment she gave one last look over the wounds. Gingerly feeling a hand across his smooth skin. Dipping along the rolling curves of the tight muscles finely showing themselves. Pennywise keeping quiet on the fact her attention was traveling elsewhere. Enjoying that she was marveling his body through delicate touch. Displeased when she caught on to what she was doing with her hands.
Rising off him to rush out of the room while saying a quick excuse. “have to go to work or I'll be late!”
he huffed over the spoiled fun of the morning, but he was able to start something. Having her approach him that allowed more intimate interaction. Keeping it up to break down that wall of her avoiding him due to his past actions. Shifting over in the bed to get comfortable with a look over some of his closest wounds. Burns scabbing over as the edges healed further inward over the course of his stay. Scrapes now being pale healed patches soon to fully disappear. The deeper gouges taking longer to seal themselves past multiple reopenings.
Resting down for Beverly to eventually come home. The common schedule of the boring day passing toward the night by the time she arrived. Starting a small dinner for herself to sit out of place in the living room.
“why there?” he questioned. Tuning in to how her emotions were stressed from something. The sounds of flipping through paper pages as she talked to herself about a few. Certain parts he caught her saying “how can I pay for this?” “tips can't cover this.” her emotions shifting from stress to fearful nerves. Heading to bed to lay awake haunted by those same feelings. By the time she truly went to bed the early morning was not long off.
Pennywise shifting himself to lay back in waiting for Beverly. Who didn't even check on him that morning by rushing straight off to work. Angry that he wasn't visited, with questions filling his head as to why she was in such a rush today. “oh well, there's always time after she gets back.” her return filled by quiet anxiety radiating off her. Her steps drained of all their energy since rushing that morning. Skipping dinner straight to bed to repeat everything the next day. She didn't visit him, headed straight to work and returned home straight to bed. To him it didn't appear she was avoiding him on purpose. Her anxiety's aimed elsewhere taking all her attention away.
What should he do? Cause a bit of trouble to grab some attention that way? That wouldn't last before the room was rubble after multiple scenes made. Then there was his hunger drawn back to the surface. Tempting her to bed would allow him to feed off the energy of her heat without need to harm her. However he needed to coax her into that and she was still incredibly distrusting of him. Far out in the countryside left no other options for food unless they came like those burglars. Hunger tempted by the sound of Beverly leaving her room to start a shower in the hall bathroom. His body telling him to hunt the meal present as who knows when a meal would be available. A short walk down the hall where he could corner her in that small room.
The drool collecting in his mouth oozing out during Beverly's shower. She wasn't just showering based of the overwhelming scent escaping the bathroom. His stomach painfully empty on top of this was too much. He had to take a taste to get something into his body or else he may not last long. Standing from the bed to follow the hall to its end. Taking long enough that Beverly was finishing up her shower by the time he reached the door. Inhaling a deep breath of the escaping scent in savoring it. Gathering up the energy to step through the locked door up behind the unaware girl. The mirror in front of her far too steamed up to reveal his presence. Focusing on brushing out her wet hair as she stood in front of the sink. wrapped from below her shoulders down to her knees in a large blue towel that made her wet red hair stand out all the more.
Finishing up her brushing she set the black brush down to wipe the mirror clean. Surprised at seeing his reflection staring at her from the mirror she whipped around to face him. “what are you doing in here?!” regaining the breath startled from her.
Swallowing down his drool. “what are you doing in here?”
“showering?” raising an eyebrow to his question. Tensing by him stepping closer to leave little room for her to move. Backed up against the sink where his arms surrounded her sides while his hands leaned against the counter edge. Leaning down to deeply scent at her neck for a fresh breath of it. His actions causing the heated scent to turn all the more appetizing.
“smells like you were doing something else.” his call out firing up a bright blush across Beverly's face.
“umm-” her wavering voice cut short by a hand rubbing up along her inner thigh. Swallowing heavily by a gentle squeeze to her thigh with his sharp nails pricking the still wet skin. Rubbing upwards closer to the end goal he wanted so badly. The scent he breathed in burning his nose down into his lungs as a roaring fire would. That fire snuffed out to a bitter black smoke when she stressed at his pressing hand.
“don't! Don't!” she repeated speedily. He retracted his hand to help her feel comfortable again. Without arousal from her he wouldn't be able to get any sort of meal. Making the task of keeping her aroused and comfortable highly important to him.
He thought of what to do next. “pushed too hard. Still far too early for her to be comfortable with me.” accepting that he wasn't going to get anywhere he readied to step away until Beverly mentioned an important detail.
“it hurts.” she mumbled out.
“hurts?” curious on why when he knew that wasn't normal. When she nodded he shifted back to take in the current situation. He could still smell the lovely heated scent off her. Moving forward he offered to do some doctoring of his own. “let me take a look.” picking her up to seat her on the sink counter. Careful to take everything slow for her not to feel like cornered prey. Her heated scent covered in the developing anxiety as he spread her legs to slip close. Kneeling down to get closer under the towel spreading across her legs. A mere look finding nothing wrong, but he'd know more by taste. Stretching his long red tongue changing to a black color further along its length. He gave a tender shallow lick to her that had her tense from the mentioned pain.
The small lick was all he needed to catch the tearing of her walls. Whoever she was with last had been viciously rough to her. He waited for her to ride out the pain as his spit did some healing. The next lick going deeper didn't cause as much pain, but Beverly tensed anyway due to the stinging. Relaxing after the next few licks healed most the painful injuries. Building back up the sweet taste he wanted the first time. His drool dripping tongue lapping up the delicious nectar she was making for him. Taking hardly any time to heal her as he licked every part of her inner walls. Burying his face between her legs pressing her further back against the mirror. Her legs hiked up over his shoulder with fists gripping the fabric there. Moaning along to the greedy licks he repeated in filling his hunger. The close interaction letting him leech away enough energy to feed his body to a healthier status.
He wanted to do so much more, but held back to keep it slow. Pulling away to claim his doctoring finished in licking his salivating jaws clean. He had to remind himself that human females had limited energy to spend for such activities.
Beverly panted to catch her breath.“fuck.”
Pennywise chuckled at her reaction. “night Beverly.” he smirked while opening the bathroom door to leave.
“yeah, night to you to.” joking about the casualness to his leaving. Shutting the door again to finish readying for bed.
He returned to bed on a fuller stomach no longer aching to hunt. Sensing his healing already picking up its pace using the overflow of energy available. Thinking about how he could be back to normal in a few days if he kept this up.
Raw nerves ch 1
Pennywise x Beverly
summery: 7 years after pennywise tricked those kids into thinking they won, he unintentionally explodes a gas pipe. he wakes days later to discover hes being treated by Beverly. too weak to even walk he is forced to live under her roof. questioning her reasons for keeping him and why none of the other losers have come to end him. without knowing, the two join a path to heal each other.
status: complete and on A03
rated: M - fowl language and gore
previous chap: None
next chap: Raw nerves ch 2
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~ch:1 Discovered~
He played the part well against those children. Pretending to be so hurt he had to go into hibernation early. Remaining deep down for a mere few hours before rising back up to the surface. Avoiding them all to carefully snag a young meal. He wanted so badly to face them again and laugh in their faces over how they thought they won. While he was still here eating towns folk freely to satisfy his hunger. Unfortunately that wasn't completely true, they did have their own small win. Beating him down until he was far too weak to be as much a nuisance as normal. He couldn't take the time to scare his victims into a mouth-watering meal. He was stuck at simply eating to survive. He certainly couldn't afford to enter hibernation.
He kept this up for 7 years after their fight. Struggling to break even on his meals to make it where he could hibernate. He had to be so careful who he took from where or else the losers may catch on he's still stalking the streets. Another round with those children would be the true end. After 7 years they weren't exactly children anymore. A detail often slipping his mind as he stopped spying on all of them. Catching small glances of a few of them here or there in town to make sure of avoiding them.
Staying hidden underground these past months turning complicated. Derry had decided to completely renovate the water drainage. Something about not polluting the river anymore with car oil. Some dumb reason he didn't really understand. At least there was one good perk from all the construction. Lots of workers going in and out of these flooded tunnels. A few going missing here and there in the tunnels was nothing strange.
Catching the sounds of a few working on something he was happy to snag a meal. Workers being far too concerned about something to notice the water shifting. The tall clown dressed in silver approaching to bring their demise. What Pennywise didn't realize was that he should have been concerned too. Should have left them alone to fix the problem of a leaking gas pipe. His own tunnel vision of food leaving a permanent landmark on Derry known as “the canyon” or “the scar”.
He attacked one of the constructors that bumped into the other holding a shovel. The metal end scraping against a rock to create a small spark, but it was enough to light the gas filled tunnel. A loud sound followed by a blinding light was the last thing he truly remembered before a blackout. The deadlights that were truly him having disconnected temporarily for self preservation if his earthly form truly kicked the bucket. they couldn't see what was going on, but some things they figured out. His earthly form wasn't dead … yet. It was doing lots of emergency healing to stay alive that needed all the energy his body could spare.
All those hunts to regain their energy ruined by one mistake. There was nothing they could do but wait for the healing to fix enough for him to “wake”. If he even could wake as he may need to stay down. Revert to leeching off life force the old fashioned way through proximity over the better more active hunts. The Deadlights raged in the dark limbo they were trapped in. cursing their lack of awareness of the dangers to how they may have to spend the next few centuries building back their Pennywise puppet body from scratch.
Time had completely slipped from him in limbo. Not knowing if it had been a few days since the explosion or a few years. Having no vision on what Derry was going through. How they were handling the explosion that he wasn't sure of the size of. Was the explosion small and only around that tunnel? Or something that took out a couple houses?
The Deadlights were ready to see after realizing their puppet body had healed enough. Should they jump back into the form so soon? It was still badly damaged and who knows where he would wake. Under rubble or below the drainage water where he would have to struggle his way out to his lair? Only one way to find out and he could always rest back in limbo after he makes it to his pile to hide. The Deadlights focusing on their way back for his body to open his eyes. Blinded by sunlight pouring in through a window nearby.
“what?” he wheezed through the taste of his own blood. Looking around the room in first guessing a hospital had picked him up. Figuring right away that, that wasn't the case with the room having a wooden framed bed. A small couch next to the bed by a dresser covered in first aid kit supplies from an opened box. A few light dressers around the room and two light bed stands with lamps. A round ceiling light above lighting up the small lite blue room.
“some moron dragged me home?” he thought. Stiffly rising up from the bed wracked by oncoming pain. Muscles aching covered by more pain from burns spreading across his shoulders. Deep gouges crossing all over his chest marked by holes in the fabric. The edges of the tares stained in black dried blood that also stained the bandages applied all over him. Someone had patched him up in their home without bringing him to any hospital.
Unconcerned by the thought of running into any of the home owners. He would be happy to thank them for the shitty first aid patch work they did on him. A pair of hungry jaws to the face that would give him an easy, much needed, meal. More energy to speed his healing down in his home. Glancing out the window for a better idea of where he was to find the nearest water entrance. Growling at the sight of lots of trees from a 2nd floor window.
“no houses? This place by the factories?” he questioned. Derry was small with the houses always next to another. The only place he knew a house may not have neighbors was at the edge of the abandoned factories. But that wasn't so bad as that meant the large river would be right next door between all those trees. He turned back to walk toward the bedroom door. Stepping out from the carpeted room out into the wooden floored hall. The loud tapping of liquid catching his attention to look down. His blood was leaving a black trail where he walked. A sign of how badly damaged he was with blood unable to dissolve away through the air. A shameful sight he hated to have happen in all his billions of years on the earth.
He grumbled in continuing down the hall upon passing a bedroom door the small hall ended. The walled side on his left, having an open closet, ending to an open railed hall. Able to see down into a living room area that connected to two other rooms. A kitchen toward the left and a sun room off to the right nearby the stairs ending. Catching the scent of lavender that he recognized, who ever they were, was a female living here alone. Having a sense of deja vu that the scent was something he dealt with before. Tossing the thought aside on his way to the stairs that he needed to take a pause at the top of. Taking it slow on his way down to the front door. Opening it had him alarmed by the unknown location. There was not a single house anywhere near the one he was in. where was this house out in the middle of nowhere? Worst of all that meant the river wasn't here neither any water drains. There wasn't even a modern street in front, but a long gravel driveway turning to a far off dirt road.
Grumbling in thought over the roads. “by the farms in the country.” it had to be. Thinking of what to do next in the condition he was in. there was no entrance back to his lair around here. Was he fit enough to travel the long walk back to town? Couldn't stick around here so he figured he would make up a plan along the way. He wasn't willing to stay here for some human to return home who knows when if they were a farmer. Traveling his way down the roads he recognized more the further he got. Keeping more around the trees in thick brush to hide from passing cars. He didn't want to deal with humans stopping to ask him all sorts of questions of how he was. He wanted to get home so that he could rest away all these wounds without interference.
It was getting late in the day and despite all his walking he was halfway to any drainage pipe. The Deadlights debating on weather another black out would be required. He wanted to make it home, but all this bleeding was sinking his emergency energy.
“fine.” he snarled to his injured form. Getting down to rest where he wasn't in the open forest brush. If some crackhead found him and attempted to do anything. Then, hey, he would get a freely delivered meal right to him. Blacking out enough for his body to “sleep” and rejuvenate itself to get up in the morning.
Finding it strange that it wasn't long before somebody found him out in the middle of nowhere. Maybe 15 minutes after he rested down. Sensing the light of a flashlight waving over him he kept still. If they got any closer to look he could grab them. Catching the scent of lavender thinking back to the scent at that country house. Must have been the one living in that house if that was the case. Did they see him gone and went out to find them? This could work to his advantage if he acted hopelessly sick from his injuries. Have them approach to help him up where he could go right for the throat.
He opened his eye for a peek at the situation. Blinded by the flashlight shining into his eye before it moved away. When his vision adjusted to the new found darkness he was furious at the sight of her.
Beverly marsh looking down at him, flashlight in hand, while he was so injured. His mind panicked over what to do now that his hidden survival was exposed to the losers. remembering why that scent was so familiar to him. It was hers and that house was hers as well. Did she drag him home to keep him somewhere long enough to gather the rest of the losers? If she had caught up to him they wouldn't be too far behind. He had to run so that he could hide or should he kill her while he had the chance? What if they were separate and she hadn't called for them yet?
He bared his teeth at her in an aggressive growl. He couldn't fight even if he wanted to and needed her to back off. His only chance was to run enough into the forest and blend in under a thick bush until they gave up the search. His home wouldn't be safe after this as that would be where they first look. Standing was turning fruitless after so many attempts. Was this it for his body? Forced to spend the next centuries recreating himself? Down in front of her in a mess of his own blood.
He glared at her with dagger eyes as she stood there staring back. Taking off her leather jacket to open it between her hands. Tossing it over his head making him pissed off even more. “did she cover me as if I am a terrified bird?!” He wasn't some stupid creature made docile in the dark. He wasn't blinded either and was still aware she was standing there. He'd show her how this damned jacket truly made him feel. Roaring out in ripping it off to bite into the clothing. Finding joy in feeling the chunks shredded by his teeth. Treating it as if he would with her by making each piece smaller and smaller.
Stopping when the jacket was thoroughly reduced to shreds beyond repair. Held back only by the vast taste of blood feeling his mouth. Did he manage to snag her and not realize? No, she was still standing there having taken a few steps back as he raged over the jacket. He dropped a piece of it from his mouth to then realize it was his mouth filled by the liquid. All the stress of ripping apart the jacket had collapsed his body. He wheezed though the blood unending in its flowing from his jaws. Deadlights screaming in thought to flee the body, but what about Beverly? This could be the last moment to save this body from destruction. Deciding if it was too damaged to even flee from her it wasn't worth sticking around in. blacking out to separate back into the limbo void. Keeping an eye on the body's little remaining connection for it to finally sever.
The deadlights waited for they were sure was a while passing in Derry. Feeling instead that the body was healing again. Curious as to what happened that night in the woods. The losers didn't kill their body while it was left helpless? Keeping him alive for what purpose? To have a sporty chance at him instead of kicking him while he was down? The deadlights would have to wait and see. As soon as the body gathered enough energy they filled out the form to wake.
Feeling battered down from all the energy wasted by stress. Unprepared to feel a stinging pain to one wound he lashed out. Snarling through gritted teeth to slash out a hand of sharp claws. Feeling the startled breath of the one he attacked right as they dodged his swing. A close call for Beverly sitting not too far with a handful of cotton and the other holding a bottle of alcohol. Off the rush of his swing he needed to lie back down into the bed. Taking in that she had managed to drag him back to the house for more treatments. She didn't make a move toward him until after he calmed down. Dabbing the alcohol covered cotton over another wound. His body twitching and tensing to lash out, yet unable to spend enough energy for it. Growling at her being the one thing he could do.
Quieting down when she stopped to tell him something. “I need to remove your shirt.” after all the first aid she attempted with his clothes on doing no good. Sensing how uncomfortable she was to say that as well as defeated. He didn't bother to answer if she was asking for permission. Displeased enough by how much she was touching him when he didn't need her help. Growling again when she reached for the first red pom button to snap free. Despite not wanting to remove it he allowed the freed clothing to dissolve off him. Avoiding the need to be touched more in struggling to slip it off the rest of the way. Continuing his growling the rest of the time she took treating him.
Taking a good look at her for the first time in years. Having grown half a foot taller with her red hair still kept mostly short at shoulder length. Wearing A new denim jacket over a short sleeved shirt flowing past her hips to mid thigh. Dark jean pants whose ends were covered over by her black leather boots.
Patching his wounds in finishing off her at home treatment. Cleaning away all the bloody cotton balls into the trash. Leaving the room with old bloody sheets in a basket she switched off the light with a close of the door. Giving him time to somewhat rest without her poking and prodding him. Questioning why she did all this. Why the other losers weren't here to gawk at him for a laugh. Maybe they would come in the morning to deal with him. Perhaps what he though earlier in the forest was true. She hadn't called them at all about him living. Bill he was sure wouldn't wait to see him in the morning. He would have been the first to rush down and kick his skull in.
this gave him the chance to save himself from being discovered. Kill Beverly as soon as possible like he wanted before. To make a meal out of her would be best, but he couldn't afford the chance of her calling for help if she slipped his grip. Subtle would have to be how he played the game. Kill her slowly so by the time she realized what happened it would be too late. For now he had to rest for the right moment when she made a mistake. Thinking that it wouldn't be long if she kept treating him like a hospital patient. He closed his eyes to “sleep” the night away. Body building energy without “blacking out” like humans did or needing his darkened limbo.
Eventually he felt the warmth of the morning sun across his exposed chest. Hearing from afar an alarm clock going off to be stopped a moment later. Listening as Beverly wandered around the house eventually coming up to his door. Entering as quietly as possible on the assumption that she thought he was sleeping. Listening to her walk around in checking over him without touching. Heading back over to the first aid kit she left on the bedside stand. Rustling through it to grab something then carefully peeling a bandage away. He expected her to replace it and leave it at that for the next one. Not dab another cloth over it soaked in burning alcohol. Body reacting instinctively on its own in lashing out toward the pain.
Biting down into her arm with curved rows of teeth hooking into the soft flesh. He didn't plan this, but her fatal mistake of being so close was working for the better. Ready to yank back for the limb to pop off. Lucky for Beverly his energy in the sudden lash out was spent. Pulling back his jaws weakened into slacking open enough for her to twist free. Surprised she got free the proper way instead of reflexively yanking back. When victims yanked themselves free it shredding their arms further on his curved teeth. instead she pushed forward deeper into his jaws to unhook the teeth first then pulling free.
He snarled at her as she looked at her bloody torn arm. Rushing out with the first aid kit to the bathroom down the hall. He wasn't happy that his meal escaped his jaws, however her death was sealed the same. Grinning at the bathroom door down the hall he could see from the bed. That injury was guaranteed to get infected instantly and after a day or so it would be far past rotten.
“Disinfect it all you want. Your arm can't be saved by a bottle of alcohol.” he chuckled to himself. Turning serious as he watched her leave with a freshly bandaged arm back to her bedroom. Changing out of a bloody sleeved shirt into a cleaner one. Walking back to shut his door without trying to do anymore treatments to him. Amused by the small glare she shot him as if what he did wasn't expected. Her footsteps going down the stairs to pass through the front door. a car starting to drive off down the road.
“where is she going?” he thought. Worry growing on maybe she went to fetch the others after that retaliation. “ time for me to take another trip down the road.” rising off the bed to unsteadily stand against the wall.
Raw nerves ch 2
Pennywise x Beverly
summery: 7 years after pennywise tricked those kids into thinking they won, he unintentionally explodes a gas pipe. he wakes days later to discover hes being treated by Beverly. too weak to even walk he is forced to live under her roof. questioning her reasons for keeping him and why none of the other losers have come to end him. without knowing, the two join a path to heal each other.
status: complete and on A03
rated: M - fowl language and gore
previous chap: Raw nerves ch 1
next chap: Raw nerves ch 3
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~ch:2 Hunger~
Messing with the door knob he growled when it refused to open. “she locked me in?!” he snarled. Crushing the week metal knob in his hand before yanking it back to free the entire door from its hinges. Tossing it over the stair railing he passed by. At the bottom of the stairs he suffered a lack of energy again. Leaning on the end stair railing to wheeze in a breath of air.
“dammit.” growling in continuing on. A wave of exhaustion hitting him like a brick wall past the front door. Frustrated deadlights needing another visit to the limbo on a collapsing body. Waking by nightfall as Beverly was pulling up. “fucking stupid.” he growled over his position of barely conscious outside her front door. Knowing how stupid he must have looked right now. Unable to do anything as Beverly stepped out from her car to look down at him. Stepping by to pass the front door to sigh over the flung door. A reaction that had a smile glance his face. Frowning as she stepped back over to him to stand by his side. Reaching down to try moving him if it weren't for him lunging at her again.
A loud clack sounding by his teeth making contact with each other at missing her. Growling in warning for her to not touch him. She threw a hand up in defeat to look between him and the bedroom he used to be in. rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration. Appearing to get an idea that had her rushing back into the car. Leaving him where he was to rush off down the road in the night. In trying to get up he gave up after a couple failed attempts. Grumbling curse words repeatedly to then give in to resting again.
Hearing clearly when Beverly returned to park in the driveway. Taking a little longer to exit her car before heading over to him. Inside he was laughing at knowing she wanted to get him back inside, but what could she do? Getting close meant being in biting distance. Not bothering to open an eye unless she dared to touch him again. His decision helped Beverly all the more in readying her equipment. A small jingling noise was heard and then something wrapped around his face. When he tried to sit up, he felt her pushing back long enough to a click sounding behind his head.
Its was a fucking muzzle being locked shut around his jaws. He thrashed around in clawing at the tough leather with no success. Lack of energy leaving his grip useless on the heavy duty padlock snapped firmly in place. He raked his face across the rocks and gravel near by to try beating the leather down. Collapsing down in a heap of exhaustion wheezing through the premium muzzle.
Cursing her in thought. “fucking bitch. … must have paid a fortune.” still giving credit where credit was due on finding such an extremely durable muzzle. Thinking back on how even when her arm was bit she didn't scream like many victims. She grit her teeth and got it patched up the best she could.
He glared up at her in a now what? expression that had her looking around to figure that out. The biggest threat, a bite, taken care of although his claws were still free to hook in. she went inside briefly to come out with a large blanket in hand. Setting it down beside him to then cautiously pull him onto it. Receiving resistance by him clawing into the ground to anchor himself in place. Fighting with her the entire way she dragged him along back to his room. Claw marks left in the front door way. The walls and railing ruined by long deep marks. Same as the walls leading up to his room where she managed to pull him up onto the bed covered in fresh sheets. Too tired to do anything else by this point. She treated all of his reopened wounds without alcohol after learning from his past aggression.
Her shredded arm catching his eye at her veins blackening. The small detail spreading just past the large gauze bandage covering half her lower arm. It was serious after only a day since the damage was done. All this work to avoid him had weakened her body further to spread the infection. The scent of disease creeping over the gentle lavender one she had normally. Death coming on as a dry hay mixed with a rotten acidic fruit the worse the body broke down.
She finished applying new bandages to move on to start cleaning up. Packing everything else away to leave him alone again for the night. He thought of escaping again if it meant she had to stress out on getting him to the room all over. Taking out his anger on the closest thing to him, the bed. Clawing into the tall wood posts down into small nubed corners. His rage sated for the moment he decided not to bother with another escape. Due to how fast she was turning sick from the bite. He could wait her out at this point and relax to build energy. Resting down into the bed in waiting for the next morning. Excitement on how sick Beverly would be when he saw her next.
The new morning announced to both of them by Beverly's alarm clock. Taking twice as long to leave her room freshly dressed to head over to his room. A fever radiating warmth off her when standing close to him. Slow in getting ready to check that his wounds were closed after last night. Both of them getting through the morning without a fight.
“where'd you get this?” his voice wheezing about the muzzle. Beverly pausing her work debating on whether to answer honestly or not.
Her voice rough from illness.“pet shop.” she lied.
“... you walked into a sex shop. Didn't you?” the muzzle not made for any type of dog on earth. Watching her hurry her work with an embarrassed blush that he knew. Beverly not saying another word to go about her day off out of the house. Unable to lock him in this time since he ripped the door away. With her gone he rested the day away until the time she was to come back. Patiently waiting for a few hours when it turned too late for her.
“not back yet? Did the infection catch up to her already?” grin stretching across his face. Turning back to rest more peacefully at mind. Although disappointed she didn't die in the house where he could reach her body. “oh well.” tossing that aside to focus on more important things. Building enough energy to get out of this awful house she imprisoned him in. resting through the night that passed through the day into the next. Beverly still nowhere in sight he happily enjoyed the bedroom up to the second morning. The next thing to irritate him was the sun itself pulling into the room.
Liking its warmth, but not the light stinging his eyes while trying to rest. Since Beverly's leaving she also left the ceiling light on. Another irritant he could stand no longer. Sitting up enough to swipe the ceiling light to shatter into pieces. Moving to stand by the room window with a lean against the nearby wall. Tapping the wall with his finger tips to stretch out a silver threading. Criss crossing it to cover the room into a pitch blackness. Spreading it out to make the place more homey to him by a winding narrow path leading to the bed from the doorway. Coating every wall in the webbing to spread slightly out into the hall where he finished. Returning to bed for further rest in the dark cozy den he made for himself. Another few days of peace being broken by the sound of a car pulling up.
“no.” his thoughts growled. Hearing the front door open for soft footsteps to enter. “she lived?!” he hissed. Eyes glaring toward the entrance to his constructed den. Her steps coming up the stairs to stop at the top. Her pace half the speed in approaching down the hall. Part of him relieved she skipped visiting him to head into her bedroom for the night. “how could that have not killed her?!” he glared up at the ceiling. Her lavender scent returning over the sickened dry hay smell with a newly added medical one. That recognizable scent from hospitals and doctors offices where she must've been these past few days. This muzzle on his face wouldn't allow him another try of infectious biting. Too weak to snap it off currently he was thrown back to square one. Resting his way in preparation for a fight in the morning.
When he heard her get up in the morning he tensed. Adjusting himself to lay in wait at the tunnel facing toward the foot of the bed. The space was much more of a threat to Beverly since she was last here. Not nearly enough space to dodge back anymore if he lunged. A humans poor night vision requiring a flashlight to navigate the minor maze with comfort. Excited by her steps hesitantly walking down to stop at the webbed door way. Pennywise clawed into the bed sheets to steady himself upon her entering the room. Traversing along the path he made right to the core of where he stayed. Observing her glance around the corner to carefully check the new den.
A minor bit of light bleeding through the covered window to highlight the webbed walls in a darkened yellow glow of the rising sun. Still not enough to reveal himself from his lowered pouncing position. He lunged forward to sink his claws into her side. Feeling the cloth of her clothes tug back to escape his grasp. The grin on his face at success dropping to the sound of shredding fabric. He didn't hook deep enough through the thick sweater she was wearing. Losing his only grasp on her to be left with fist fulls of fabric. He couldn't let her get away a second time or shed be harder to attack the next.
Tossing the sweater pieces to the side for another clawed lunge at her. Shredding through his own threading walls as he scrambled to catch her as she ran out. Beverly making it to the safety of the lightened hall he stopped halfway in his narrow tunnels. Unable to corner her out in the open house he didn't bother following. roaring out toward the exit with a punch to the floor in releasing his boiling frustration. Wheezing afterwards back to the bed for another long rest. Never feeling like he could get ahead on his energy.
“if only this stupid muzzle!!” thoughts wanting to rage over something. Yet, the back of his mind knew it wasn't only the muzzle holding him back. Looking down to the freshly bloodied sheets from his wounds reopening. At this rate they would never heal and now Beverly surely wouldn't come back in to treat them. Wanting to fight, but losing the will as the energy was sucked from him being so aggressive all day long. Having to accept that for a time he'd have to deal with her through whatever plans she had for him. Resting the day away after she left in the car. On her return home, she went straight to bed.
The next morning he heard her get up and expected her to skip his check up. Listening to her carefully step closer down the darkened hall. Stepping into his room to stupidly approach him after yesterday. Catching a glance at her peeking around the corner toward him. Eyes locking on each other in a long returning stare.
“coming in?” he broke the silence first. Wanting to get it over with or scare her off.
“not going to fight?”
he wheezed. “too tired”
sighing tiredly under her breath “me too.” cautiously stepping in to open the first aid kit. Nursing the wounds to close up the rest of the way. Drying the flowing blood off his white smooth skin using a pack of tissues. Changing the soaked bandages to be replaced by more heavy duty gauze covered by medical tape. Aiming to make her daily treatments less needed after they caused them both so much stress. Her clean up faster this time while keeping an eye on him for any movement. The tired clown letting her leave peacefully this time.
Waiting for her to leave the house as usual so that he could rest. A few hours later she still hadn't left meaning she was staying home today. Her steps wandering the house doing chores throughout the day. Coming up to his room after lunch to check on him. He didn't look or ask what she came for to continue his rest. Surprised to sense her stepping further into the den to sit on the couch she treated him from.
“sitting there to stare at me like a display?” twisting toward the side of being hostel if she kept it up. Body tensing when her palm softly pressed against him. Holding it there to gauge his reaction toward waking or not. Changing it to a soothing gentle pet along his back. Not liking how she was touching him, yet the petting was nice against his sore muscles. The petting was short lived when she switched to taking up a blanket to cover his upper half. His upper shirt to ruffled collar still left off after the first treatment. Heading back to work more around the house for the rest of the day.
The smell of her cooking dinner rising up to seep into his room. His mouth drooling over the cooking hamburger down stairs. Finding relief when she soaked it in a strong tomato sauce covering the meat. It had been so long since he'd eaten. How was she to keep that problem under control?
“she better not come up to spoon feed me meat loaf.” grumbling to himself. Human foods he could eat, but it had no nutritional value for his body. The deadlights needed a more lively essence to slowly devour. The only thing having that was human flesh when it was newly killed. Preserving such a meal was difficult years ago, in his condition it was impossible now. What he caught needed to be eaten while it was still warm on the bones. Was this the losers big plan? They threatened to starve him and this was their way of doing it? Keeping him healthy and muzzled long enough for his body to finally give out.
“no wonder they're not bothering to visit. Waiting for me to be on my deathbed before coming over to laugh. Leaving her to do all the work since she isn't afraid.”
her dinner finished she returned back to her room. The dark house quiet in the night while he stayed up to think. He couldn't lay here to slowly starve to death he needed to take some sort of action. This muzzle was a death sentence to keep on any longer. He had enough energy to walk down the hall to her room. Sneak in to search for the key to the muzzle lock then pounce on her sleeping form. One meal was all he needed to get anywhere it was such a so close yet so far case. Closed eyes to rest opening at the presence of others approaching the house. A group of 4 males he assumed were some of Beverly's friends come to visit.
The fear seeping off them as they kept their steps abnormally soft notifying him they weren't. The splintering of the front door slowly forced open to loudly pop free. One of them lowly cursing the sudden noise as they flooded in to spread around the first floor. Shuffling through things to stop at hearing Beverly's door open. She wasn't fully unaware of what was going on. Nerves on edge over something that she guessed was him at first coming into his room to check that he was there. When she peeked around his tunnel corner he pretended to be resting to avoid being asked questions. Unwilling to inform her of the dangers waiting down stairs. Hunger stabbing his stomach off her sudden fear of knowing it wasn't him disturbing the night. Aside from hunger her Standing in his room in waiting for something annoying him.
Glad to sense her leaving his room to stand out in the hallway instead. guardedly heading down the stairs in investigating the situation. Oblivious to the males shifting around the house to close in on her. The fear sprouting between 5 humans was driving Pennywise mad. Drool oozing out the sides of his muzzle to soak the bed spot under his chin. Sitting up to plan how he could use this situation to his advantage. 5 humans wracked with fear in this house and 4 of them would surely come to him eventually. Easy meals that he couldn't afford to have escape his hunger. However there was still the issue of the key to his muzzle and only she could tell him where to search for it. He didn't have the spare energy to search every nook and cranny for a puny key. Leaving him in a hard spot that relied entirely on Beverly answering his question. Killing her would need him to lose energy in searching and then trying to hunt anything would be fruitless. Reluctantly he had to save Beverly from the intruders in order to save himself. Conserving the energy to proceed his plans next few steps.
Those males had grabbed Beverly and sat her down in the living room. One standing by to guard while the others scavenged around the house. Shouting now and again to ask where any valuables were without receiving any good enough answers. Thudding footsteps coming up the stairs stopped by Beverly's protests.
She warned the intruder. “don't go up there!”
being told to “shut up” as the male continued to the top of the stairs. Steps stumbling to a stop when moving toward the pitch black doorway covered in large bits of webbing. “what the fuck?” the male whispered to himself.
The one guarding Beverly had their attention turned to the one upstairs. “what is it?” asking the one above.
“some spider infestation in a room up here. Shit, the whole door way is covered in webs!”
Beverly butting in. “yes! Very deadly spiders in there! That's why I said not to go up there!”
the two idiots ignoring her warnings. “walk in and check the room then walk out.” the one below told the higher.
“man, if I get bit im-ma be pissed.” the other complained. Steps gaining a pace up to the doorway. Heading through the maze of threading as they let out low curses the entire time.
“what you see?” the one downstairs called up.
The male on the 2nd floor returning out of the room. “nuthin. An empty bed and drawers full of medical junk and sheets.”
Beverly swallowing nervously at hearing the bed was empty. Pennywise had moved somewhere in the house for an unknown purpose.
A scream of pain coming from the back of the house having them all jump. The guard ordering the other to go check it out. Leaving Bev alone with only one intruder who was on edge enough for an easy distraction to be made. A crashing of glass bringing the twos attention toward the kitchen. Glancing to Bev to gesture for her to get up and head toward the kitchen. Followed by him gun in hand pointed toward her back. Looking over the shining shards of what was once a clear glass scattered across the floor tiles. It took only a moment of the guard not facing Beverly for Pennywise to snatch her away. His hand reaching out of a small pantry door to grab her throat.
Silencing her from letting out a sound by his crushing grip yanking her in. loosening only after closing the small wood door to hide the two of them. Grip loosening enough for her to breath again for the two of them to talk.
Hissing out in whisper he asked what he wanted. “where's the key?”
feeling Beverly nervously swallow under his grip. Refusing to answer in preventing his starving jaws being unleashed. The pantry was dark, but she could still see the glistening drool hanging from his jaws. The dripping drool tapping on the tile at her feet when they fell under their own weight. Wincing in pain by his claws sinking into her throat demanding an answer.
Answering out a “no.” needing to shut her eyes under the claws digging deeper. Wheezing out in a useless struggle against the grip he couldn't lose. The claws receding for her to let out the answer he wanted. “in the bedroom under a corner of the carpet.” his grip letting her go.
warning her “stay here.” Glowing eyes disappearing last as his form merged into the darkness. Appearing into her bedroom where he found the key in less than a minute. Taking half that time to release the muzzle off of him. Stomping down to crush the lock into the floorboards. The muzzle taking the next turn in getting all the parts twisted beyond usability. Catching the attention of all the intruders searching for the missing Beverly.
The guard now sticking by the one who screamed. The other males leg painfully snapped in two without even knowing what really happened. Crying and sobbing over the limb on the living room couch. Pennywise couldn't kill them too early, but he can certainly break them. Waiting for the others to come storming into the room. The first one barging in had their knee stomped in backwards. Crumpling to the ground in agony when the second was grabbed to be thrown down to the floor. A bite to the intruders spine snapping the crucial nerves to the body's system. Left paralyzed from the neck down, but not dead. Stuck looking in the direction of his friend, with the broken knee, being devoured alive.
The clown shredding through the meat with wide jaws of sharp teeth as a shark would. Chunks torn to be swallowed down in heavy gulps without a second of chewing. Bloody bones in a pile of destroyed fabric was all that was left after mere minutes of them entering the room. The paralyzed man begging to be rescued by the one guarding below. Silenced by a hand covering his mouth that muffled his screams through his turn of being eaten. Watching the clown snap the ribs to eat the organs it contained. Feeling not an ounce of pain since his paralysation, however mentally traumatized in the short moment before his lack of organs ended his life.
The two fresh meals acting as a breath of fresh air for Pennywise. Having some energy in his system to cure his exhausted wheezing. Walking without need of a wall or under threat of collapsing after 20 steps. Listening back in on what was going on down stairs after not paying attention for the past 2 minutes. Hearing that Beverly was caught by the guard now questioning her as to what was going on. Her unable to explain what IT was or what happened to the men upstairs.
Desperate to get them away from his hunger she pleaded with the last two. “we have to go!”
the guard refusing to leave. “no! You and whoever else is in this house is going to pay!”
Pennywise having newly regained energy had the chance to play some tricks. Sneaking down stairs by the shadows to spy on the three in the living room. Taking hold of a nearby vase to throw into the kitchen next to them for their eyes to be taken off the injured male. laying on the couch he was yanked away by claws to the throat. A gasp notifying the two too late in looking back to check on him. The couch empty covered in a sliding blood stain on the top of the head rests. Same as his last two meals he finished this one off in a minute. His hunger no longer a problem though that didn't mean he was going to allow that last intruder to escape. Energy needing to be stocked up as much as possible without knowing when his next meal could be.
The final strike wasn't stealthy as the others with no one left to alarm. Avoiding tipping Beverly off so she wouldn't in turn warn them of their approaching demise. The two of them shouting at each other in an argument. Beverly receiving a slap to the face to shut her up that knocked her down. She had no chance to warn the other when the clown stalked up behind him. Slamming him into the ground to be torn into for Pennywise's last meal of the night. Enjoying the fear soaked meat he forgot the man's gun in hand. A blast shocking his side full of pain stopping his eating to rip the man's arm from the socket. Gritting his teeth in looking at the new wound leaking black blood.
Cursing over the new injury that would steal the energy he regained. Turning back to finish the meal he would need for healing. A movement out of the corner of his eye locking his sights onto Beverly sneaking away.
Roaring at her “DON'T YOU MOVE!” freezing her in place. Quickly going through the last of his meal to deal with her next. To eat her or not he debated again within his mind. Deciding that he still needed her for healing even more after the bullet wound made. Standing up from the bloody remains filled his vision in dark spots. Fighting the oncoming collapse as he stumbled his steps to stay standing. The darkness leaving for him to stay steady on his feet. Beverly standing much closer holding her arms half ready to catch him if he fell. Shrinking back when his focus locked clearly onto her.
Her gaze avoiding his to look back after he turned toward the stairs. “we should get you clean.” quietly mentioning to him.
Looking down he saw himself coated in blood along with meat bits. Cleaning himself along with the house was easy … using energy … to save some of it he agreed. “fine, upstairs.” he ordered. Still keeping the plan to clean the remains of the house. Spare Beverly the need to and risk getting ill off the rotting messes. Laughing at himself protecting Beverly from anything as he growled at her for about to turn on the bathroom light. “leave it off.”
skipping the light she set up a warm bath for him to soak under. The once clear water turned a tinted black. Darkening the longer he soaked from his bullet wound unable to seal shut. Beverly looking down at it when she mentioned it. “i can pull the bullet out.” offering softly. A confirming nod having her momentarily leave to fetch the kit. A long pair of tweezers used to, as gently as possible, slide the intact bullet from his side. Moving on to remove all his bandages that were ruined this past 15 minutes. Taking hold of a loofah to scrub away the dried blood sticking to his skin. Doing the bare minimum to get him clean without agitating him too much.
Leaving the tub he dried off far quicker then Beverly expected. Walking him back to the webbed bedroom out of concern rather than needing to. His bullet wound leaking a trail of blood alongside the rest of his seeping wounds left uncovered. Back in bed she brought up his need for further treatment hesitantly due to one thing. “I need to clean these with alcohol.” flinching back from the snarl of threatening teeth at the mention of the substance.
Snapping at her “i don't need it! I can't get infections! Unlike you!” bearing teeth as he threw a glance at her professionally treated arm. Dropping the subject she decided to also keep the treatment to the bare minimum. using bandages made of heavy gauze stuck on by medical tape. Sitting back on the couch chair for a break after this long night. Rubbing her face to break away some fatigue to start putting things away. Staying on the couch without a word passing between them on what happened. Pennywise resting eventually while Beverly stayed awake on the chair.
Agitated thoughts filling his head. “I am not so helpless to need watching. Even after being shot.” hating that Beverly was still here. Thinking of another reason why she was sticking around. “after those intruders coming in she can't sleep.” the closest thing to safety was him if someone else encroached the house. He'd tolerate her presence for tonight if it meant she was less likely to turn ill from stress.