Chapter Eleven.

It was true that he had been pre-occupied. But not with what she was thinking. For the weeks he had been 'away', he had been busy kidnapping young children; devouring them in a state of wild, uncontrollable hunger.

After getting a little taste of her, Pennywise couldn't control his urges. He needed to distract himself from her; and scaring and eating children was the only cure for that. Until he had enough. For now.

Right now she was back in his arms, kissing him intensely. If only she knew that this form was one of many, what would she do or say? He wondered. She would probably so scared if she saw his true form, or even himself in his Pennywise body. But didn't she say she liked clowns? Hm. Maybe he would show her Pennywise for a moment; get her heart racing. Oh that sweet, sweet fear. He could salivate at the mere thought of seeing her tremble and cry in fear as he showed her most frightening, blood-curdling nightmares.

Bill's body twitched suddenly as he almost lost control of himself. His fake form felt strange all of a sudden as the girl latched her lips onto his neck, suckling and tugging at the flesh with her mouth. He could easily end it now. But something was stopping him. The thought of drawing it out; milking her out and what she had to offer him was stronger than his immediate hunger to kill her right now.

He no idea why she made him feel this way. This silly, little human female.