Author's Note: This is dedicated to all of you who have favored or followed me and my stories! It is also an apology for my lack of updating Dark Desire. While I may not update that frequently, rest assured I am still alive and working on the goodies for all you lovely ladies and gents. This is a stand alone, smut-filled goodness with our loveable, albeit psychotic Demonic duo (Smut to come in later chapters, for now, a cliff-hanger to get you all interested ;) ). Please enjoy and R & R! *Muah!*
Theme Song: Thrice - Black Honey
She watched from the shadows, fascinated as the tall, clownesque figure stood looming over one of the Losers. She couldn't tell which one it was. They were no longer children now and didn't appeal to her lovers sense of interest and yet, there he stood with a hunger looming in those eerie red and yellow eyes that had her nerves lit with anticipation, with need.
Desire...
Amanda, for the life of her, still couldn't grasp the fact that he was real and not just a figment of her overactive imagination. She heard Pennywise inhale deeply, a low growl rumbling from those bow like lips. She watched as they pulled back from the sharp front teeth in a sinister and creepy smile before that high-pitched chuckle echoed off the stone walls. Water dripped somewhere nearby, but she didn't care. Her attention was riveted.
"Welcome home, B-B-Billy boy!" His gaze shifted in her direction for a split second, but in that quick moment, she felt the heat of his stare as if he had branded her with a hot iron. Of course he knew she was there. He always knew where she was. They had a connection far deeper than anyone or anything on this world could fathom. With a jingle of bells, the Clown reached out with his left hand towards her, silently beckoning for her to come to him.
She could smell Bill's fear as she peeled her lithe frame away from the cover of darkness. It back-peddled to confusion when his eyes came into focus on her presence. Denbrough had grown from a scrawny, stuttering teen to a seemingly formidable man of forty. He had packed on a bit of weight, but it seemed to be a healthy, semi-fit weight. Had he kept in shape in case the Clown had returned to Derry? It was certainly possible. Amanda watched in silent amusement as his gaze roamed over her from head to toe, no doubt wondering why she was in the presence of Pennywise and not running in fear.
Long, wavy jet black hair fell to her slim waist in thick curls. Her slender frame was enveloped in simple, casual black clothing, what appeared to be yoga pants and a long sleeved shirt. Her feet were strangely bare, toes painted as black as those lethal sharp nails. But what struck Denbrough as even stranger than her presence, was the fact that the Clown enveloped her in his embrace, circling his long arms around her and pulling her into him. Not to feed, or harm. Oh no. It was a show of affection. That much was obvious by the way Pennywise looked at her. Since when did he have such emotions other than living to feed?
"I see alot has changed since I was last down here." Bill commented, his eyes drifting back to the Clown.
"Ooohhh, you have no idea, Billy boy."
Much to his shock and amazement, he watched as Pennywise brushed his lips across the girl's forehead.
"I'm still not afraid of you." He stated, sounding almost proud even as he remained laying back on the dirt strewn filth of the cistern floor where he had fallen in his haste to get away from the Clown's sudden appearance.
"No, perhaps not." But such a notion didn't wipe the wicked grin off of his face. "But I guarantee my Precious here will make you fear greatly."
Amanda stepped away from her lover, sauntering with liquid grace towards the man laying upon the ground. Each step she took closer to Bill seemed to instill dread into his very bones. He felt the chill of it creep up from his toes, slowly grabbing a hold of him inch by inch until he felt leaden.
"W-who is s-she?" Was his stutter back again?! Not after all this time and hard work on correcting it!
He thrusts his fists against the posts...
"And still insists he sees the ghosts." The girl said in a sing-song taunt. Her voice rich and methodical as she spoke. How had she read that from his mind?!
"She is like me, Billy boy. So much like me." The Clown sounded...proud. "She was made to be my equal. When you left me weak, she made me strong. So much stronger."
Suddenly, the girl was just suddenly there, crouching over him. How had she moved that fast when she was human? She was crouched like an animal above his waist; what he had thought were dark eyes, blazing fiercely red and yellow.
"Jesus Christ!" He shouted, unable to contain the cry of shock that asailed him.
Pennywise laughed in glee, even as the girl's lips pulled back from hundreds of sharp teeth that filled her mouth...