Hey guys, to anyone reading this, I have taken over my older sisters account and have decided to take my first hit at a story, though a rather warped one. And even though i may not be as good a writer as my sissy was, i still love doing it. The first few chapters may be a little choppy because i was literally writing them off of my phone on my car trip, but i hope they weren't too horrible. If you do decide to read this, thank you so much and i hope you enjoy.
I don't own IT or anything about IT or Stephen Kings other novels. He's a bad ass writer though, god damn!
Chapter Two
I had fallen asleep under that damnable red bridge, waking with only vague memories of the nights events.
The small blue house was old, the lawn strewn with different colorful little decorations. Everything from small men with ridiculously cheery faces to tall tilting pink birds that resembled awkward ballerinas. Everything was so... quaint. And quiet. The noise from the rest of the town barely touched the air space around here. I stood there for a moment, drool dripping from lips twisted into a warped smile, and eyes narrowed into slits before i stepped quickly into the darkness of the yard.
A shudder rattled through my bones at the powerful thought; eyes closed and lazily imagining... basking.
The window was so easy to crawl through, the old wood had given in easily with a firm push, the metal lining it barely making any noise as it scraped against the glass. Decades to evolve and it seemed as though the world had barely turned while I had been under that damnable rock.
No sooner had those thoughts sprung from the ledge of my mind, did they plummet to back to the depths upon entering the small home. The inside was lined with such peculiar looking devices and ware, that I hadn't the slightest of clue where to begin looking. It seemed as though the family was richer than I had anticipated, for silver coated most of the counters and silverware that had been left out.
A dull throb behind my eyes interrupted my thoughts, making it clear that I was going to be ill. Before the bile even had a chance to churn in my stomach, I was rolled over and kneeling. My body heaved as my stomach rolled with the strength of the illness and vomit projected from my mouth- Blood and bile staining the grass in front of me.
"I fed too much." I declared between gasps and panting. It had been such a long time since I had been ill I had almost forgot what it had felt like to be sick.
But the blood had been so exquisite… So alluring in my state of blood lust.
I had been exploring the den of the strange home, observing the advances of man- I had almost completely forgotten about my hunger, until I heard a muffled coughing noise from above.
It was then that I realized that even though the house was small, it had a second floor of rooms above. The quaint set of stairs leading me to my prey went unused, as a simple bound took me to the second floor with ease. The plush carpet under my feet quieted my movements; simplifying the slaughter.
My saliva glands were in over drive, drool pooling in the bottom of my mouth and dripping from the corner of my lips and down my chin.
A deep inhale brought me back from the fantasy and I pushed myself from the ground with a heaving sigh. I was tired- no, I was exhausted and I would be until I had my fill. The obnoxiously bright sun wasn't helping either; Though the lore spoke of it turning my skin to ash, it was a lie. The sun would not kill me, it would only weaken me.
So I stood for a moment under that bridge, simply enjoying the feeling of the breeze and the sun on my skin. I had missed so much…
The birds singing and the humming of bees, the water dancing between the rocks of the small creak next to me. The wind lifted my hair slightly, causing it to float in front of my face and tickle against my nose.
"I missed you, breeze…" It was almost silly to say it so lovingly, but I did. Living under a rock for as long as I had, you forget the freedoms that something as simple as a summer breeze could bring.
I stayed like for as long as the morning would let me. If any were to walk by and see me they'd think me a statue for how long I stood like that, completely still and quiet.
I stayed there while the sun rose higher, illuminating more of the small surrounding area.
I stayed there until the first scream echoed through the small, hollowed, blue house. Listening carefully to the loud, panicked voices calling for help.
It wasn't until I heard a loud, high pitched horn nearing the scene that I made my way back down the dainty creak, to pursue shelter for the days that I would be staying in this quaint little town.
