14

Theme Song: Marilyn Manson - If I Was Your Vampire

Greg screamed, a shrill high-pitched sound that seemed so out of place coming from a large man. It was the sound of sheer terror that echoed loudly off the walls. But despite him sounding like a woman, that scream was like music to Amanda's ears. Even as she dragged him by his ankle along the floor of the cistern that she and Pennywise had taken to calling home. It was strange how quickly she had become accustomed to living in the sewers of Derry. She had accepted this way of life with both arms and had embraced it with grace and dignity. He couldn't have been prouder, or more in love with her. He watched, following behind her with the paralyzed Ray thrown over his shoulder as Greg scrambled at the ground, attempting to claw for purchase anywhere within his reach. Unfortunately, she did not have the ability to render her prey paralyzed as he did but that mattered not. He would help her in any way she needed him to.

She was still in the form of the demoness, curvaceous red figure enveloped in a simple black dress that reached her ankles and tied in the front. There was a large v-shaped slit along the front of it that showcased both of her legs and stopped just short of revealing her tender bits. Not that he would have minded, but he did not like the thought of another man being privy to staring at her. Or worse. He had not liked the way Greg had watched her with the stark hunger a man gets when he desires a woman. He knew all too well because he watched her like that and as far as he was concerned, he was the only one allowed to.

Silently, Pennywise hoped that she would allow him to speak with Greg while she cleaned the blood off of her. His gaze traveled down to her hand work. Thin rivulets of fear tinged blood made a red path behind the human as he was dragged to the very center of the large room. Already two other bodies floated in the air, circling gracefully and slowly around the macabre tower of collected junk and now they would add two more. He knew she was drawing out the fear, savoring it. He was so very proud.

Amanda released her hold on Greg, but placed her foot down onto the center of his chest. Slowly the form of the Demoness faded away and she resumed her normal appearance. As much as he enjoyed watching her shift, he found himself missing her normal look. Releasing Ray, Pennywise watched for a moment as the large man slowly floated towards the ceiling to join the others. A heartbeat or two and he turned his yellow eyes back towards his wife, practically purring as he closed the distance between them.

"Don't be disappointed, Preciousss." He said softly, cupping her face in his large white gloved hands. "This is only one ability so far that you do not have access to. You have accomplished so much in such a short amount of time and have taken to hunting as if you have done this for years. Even if this is not ability you do not ever acquire, I do not mind."

He brushed his red tinged lips over her forehead before releasing his hold on her. He stopped down and picked the man up by the collar of his shirt. The sheer strength he showed seemed to spike the humans fear even further.

"Delicious." He crooned just before his mouth peeled open, revealing the Dead Lights deep within the center of his being. Greg's eyes clouded over, turning a milky white like all the others. The Clown slowly released his hold and urged the man's body up to float to the ceiling.

"This Cult." Amanda stated, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them. "They have been keeping track of you for centuries?"

He gave a soft sigh, settling his large frame to lean against a sturdy pile of debris. "Unfortunately, yes. Their main goal is my destruction. They thought to use you against me. Before your transformation, you blood was apparently the key to it. Some sort of Prophecy that they believed would eliminate me if they bound you to the Cult. I do not think it was ever possible."

Her head tilted faintly to the right. "No?"

He shook his head with a faint jangle of bells. "I think their leader, a Victor Sterling misguided them. I think he seeks you simply for the power you hold. Yes, even as a human you had hidden abilities. Remember that you called out to me even in your dreams. Your call was so powerful that it had awoken me early from my long rest. I also think that he knows of our bond. I think he knew, somehow, that we were connected and seeks to use that for his own gain."

"Then he poses as a threat to us both."

"Yes, though only because he seeks to separate me from you. He has no power other than that."

She moved towards him then, reached out to toy with the red pom poms on the front of his attire. "Then how do we draw him out?"

"We must go to him."

She arched a single brow. "Wouldn't that leave you vulnerable that far away from your territory?"

"Preciousss, I am the eater of worlds. Wherever there is fear, I am not vulnerable. I choose to remain here because it is an easy source of food."

"Then how soon should we leave to find this Cult?"

"We will travel by day tomorrow. They will not expect us to come to them. They will more than likely assume that I have chains keeping me here in Derry. We will have the element of surprise."

Amanda nodded once. Though she had removed the guise of the demon, the dress still clung to her and he had been staring at those ties wrapped around her waist as if they were a crude set of chains shackling her. He reached out and grasped one with his thumb and index finger, tugging it slowly from the bow. With a whisper of material, it loosened and the dress fell open, revealing the pale line of her bare skin from her neck down. Immediately, Pennywise felt himself harden. It still amazed him that she had such an instant effect on him. Slowly, he slid both of his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against the line of his body. His gloved hands shifted, smoothing down to the backs of her thighs and lifted her. Instinctively, they locked around his waist, both of her arms seeking purchase around his neck. He leaned forward, pressing his face against the very center of her breasts, simply taking a moment to breathe deep of her scent and listen to the delicate thump of her heart.

"Never forget, Preciousss, that I love you." He mumbled against her skin. "There is nothing that I fear except for one thing." He glanced up at her, his gaze searching hers. "And that is losing you." He admitted. The fearsome Pennywise finally admitting he was afraid of something.

"You're not going to lose me. I would never leave you willingly, Pennywise." Amanda whispered, framing his white face between her hands and forcing him to look up at her. "I love you and there will be nothing to break that nor come between us. I will not allow it."

He took a moment to simply stare into her eyes before his mouth swooped down and claimed hers in a fiercely passionate kiss. Fire immediately lit her veins, whipping straight down to her core like lightning. She felt his hands move, shifting to push the material of the dress off of her. The cool air slid over her skin like the familiar hand of a skilled lover and she practically purred in delight. He carried her towards the large metal door, it's paint old and faded but still showing the subtle signs of a circus advertisement for Pennywise the Dancing Clown. The former caravan had been turned tin a place for him to rest and this was the first time he had brought her into it. The door itself fell open with a clang of metal, revealing an old fashioned stage prop. It sat un-moving, lifeless as he carried her through to the back of it. Inside was surprisingly neat, devoid of the clutter that surrounded the outside. A large, well kept bed sat in the very center of the space. It looked comfortable and inviting and Amanda felt herself sink down into it as he lay her back against the red sheets that covered it.

His form shifted, taking on the tattooed Bill Skarsgard guise. The clown costume had melted away, leaving him in nothing but heavily inked skin. His hands slid up the inside of her legs, starting at the ankles and moving up to her thighs. The palm of his hand grazed his mark and he felt a fierce possessiveness rise up from the pit of him. It burst forth in a deep rumbling growl as he crawled up the length of her body, positioning himself exactly where they both wanted him. He took a hold of her left leg it shifted it, hiking it up to his waist as he slid the length of himself deep inside of her in a single, powerful stroke. Her back arched up off of the bed, head tilting to expose her throat alluringly as a gasp escaped her. She was beautiful to him normally, but in that moment, she was simply breathtaking. Especially knowing that it was him that put such a look on her face, that fire burning deep in her eyes.

Amanda slid the palms of her hands over his abdomen, rewarded when she felt the muscles beneath quiver at her touch. She move them higher, fingertips splaying his chest before they dug faintly into the broadness of his shoulders. Her nails drew faint rivulets of dark blood that floated like lava in a lamp through the air. She felt his arms encircle her waist and pull her up against the front of him, creating more intimacy from being so close to one another. She was very nearly eye level and their gazes locked, both burning a deep yellow. Each shift of his hips was deliberately slow, gradually building the pleasure rather that seeking to possess it. He felt her breath burning just as hot as her surrounding him. She was silken heat sliding against hard velvet. She was perfection, every inch of her fitting around him as if she had been made for him.

This time, it was his breath that hitched when he felt her clench tightly around him. It was his eyes that practically rolled back when he felt her glide teasingly over his erection. She was going to drive him insane and he was going to let her.

"Look at me." His own words came back to haunt him deliciously as he felt her fingers curl in his slicked back hair. He felt her tug on it just hard enough to force his focus onto her. That off kilter gaze latched onto her as if she had cast some kind of spell over him and refused to budge. Her teeth scored over his lower lip, earning a delightful groan from him. It seemed that this time, the tables of dominance had turned and he for one, was relishing it. He felt her mouth move, listing lazily along the line of his jaw. He felt the seduction of her tongue flick out and taste the throb of his pulse beneath the skin.

"Preciousss." His pet name for her came out as a moan, his head tilted as her teeth scraped erotically along the area where his neck met his shoulder. Without warning, she struck, latching onto that spot and piercing flesh so blood welled up and into her awaiting mouth. He hissed, fingers tangling into her dark hair, but he didn't pull her away. He held her against him almost hard enough to bruise. His hips bucked hard up into her and the slap of flesh against flesh was drowned out by their groans. Hers was more muffled with her teeth buried in his shoulder and he felt it vibrate down into him, shooting straight to his loins.

She pulled her teeth away, the lower half of her face painted in his blood that trickled darkly down the front of her throat and trailed down between the valley of her breasts. With a sharp nail, she marked the very center of the bite wound she had created, etching it with a symbol he had never seen before but it felt familiar to him. Where had she learned such a mark?

"From your mind." She whispered softly as her head tilted back, pulled by his hand that was still tangled in her hair. She felt his lips skim along the front of her throat, her body contracting instinctively around him an anticipation. She felt the heat of his mouth move, drifting over his other mark that marred her shoulder. A delicious shudder ran down her spine and she felt him thrust powerfully into her in response.

Without warning, they came apart at the seams, each one of them releasing a shout of pleasure that echoed through the room. She felt the fire rush through her from nearly head to toe. If Pennywise's arms hadn't been around her, she probably would have melted into a boneless heap onto the bed. As it was, they both simply collapsed, still locked within each others embrace.

"Sleep, Preciousss." He said softly, nuzzling his lips against her temple. "I, for one, am looking forward to finally being able to rest with you in my arms."

Amanda smiled, reaching up the trail her fingertips along the line of his jaw. Her mouth found his and he tasted his own blood on her tongue. Perhaps they should clean up before sleep claimed them, but neither one of them could find the energy to move, nor the will to untangle themselves from the other.