Rachel was clearing out the book drop right before the library opened when she found a small, bulky, white envelope. And not the kind that letters were mailed in. It was thick and formal looking. And it had her name on it. She ran her finger over it and found that the lump was in a circular pattern. She opened it. Her mouth fell open when she pulled out a beautiful gold and silver intertwined bracelet. It was a made of some kind of stretchy, bouncy metal. There were two charms on it. A gold sun and a silver moon. A smile came to her face. She placed the bracelet down carefully on the desk and opened the envelope further. There was a note inside.

It looks like they joined after all. Meet me tonight at 29 Neibolt Street.

Wear your red dress.

…Yes I know you have a red dress.

She pressed the note to her chest, right over her heart. He remembered her story about her sun and moon drawing. And her red dress? It was a short one that Rachel only wore on special occasions. She had never shown it to Pennywise, but of course he still knew about it. He had probably gone through her whole house by now when she wasn't aware of it. She put the bracelet on and tucked away the note. The bracelet was a perfect fit, like it was made for her.

Eight hours went by painstakingly slow. In her spare time between patrons, Rachel found herself daydreaming about what Roman—she was pretty sure it was Roman who had sent her the gift—could possibly have planned for her that would involve the Neibolt house and a nice dress.

After work she went home and prepped herself for her date. She curled her hair and put on her red sparkly spaghetti strap dress. The top of the dress was a normal red which got darker the farther down it got, leading to a deep wine red at the bottom. She put on her makeup, complete with red lipstick and three rhinestone stickies next to each eye. Lastly she put on her new bracelet and her dark red, strappy shoes. Thank goodness the heels weren't too high. Some of the floorboards in the Neibolt house were loose. The last thing she needed was to trip and break her ankle. Not that she would have minded Pennywise having to carry her around for a while.

Rachel checked herself out in her full length bedroom mirror. She looked regal. A princess going to meet her prince.

She got in her car and drove off. She pulled up at the Neibolt house. And then it hit her. She had never been inside at night. The house didn't have any working electricity that Rachel knew of. Now she was really confused of as to what Roman was planning. She locked her car and carefully made her way to the front door. She hadn't tripped yet. So far, so good. Rachel opened the front door. Sure enough, the house was pitch dark.

"Roman," she called.

She opened the door farther and gasped at what she saw before her. There were two lines of candles forming a pathway along the floor. They were the only light in the house that she could see. The path disappeared to the right behind a wall. She smiled. It was like something out of a fairy tale.

Rachel followed the trail, her heels clicking on the wood floor. She turned the corner and went into the next room. It was a large room that she hadn't seen before. Roman was standing in the middle of it with his back to her. He turned. Her heart almost stopped. He was wearing a black suit with a shiny black shirt and red tie.

Rachel approached him slowly. "I see we both got the red memo."

Roman's eyes roamed her body. Her dress sparkled in the candlelight.

"Rachel, I swear on all that I am… I never knew true beauty until I met you."

Rachel felt like the world had stood still. Never in her life had someone spoken such words to her. She felt like she was suspended in space, surrounded by light, a path of light that had led her to him. And she knew at that moment, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she had fallen in love.

Rachel was in love with Roman.

"I feel like we're the only two people in the world right now," she told him. "Just me and you in this house."

Roman smiled. "Wouldn't be such a bad thing. Well…except the fact that you would have to lose everyone you love."

Rachel tilted her head sideways. "You don't have anyone that you love? No family or friends?"

"Love is a very... unattainable concept to me. I've never had want or need of it. Until now."

Rachel forgot how to breathe all of a sudden. She felt like all the air had left her lungs. Her legs were wobbly as she closed the distance between them.

"Roman, what are you saying?" she asked in a shaky voice.

He didn't answer her. Instead he lifted her wrist, the one that held her charm bracelet.

"I gave you this as a symbol. You said the sun and moon could never be together. But they are. We are, Rachel. I don't want to be without you. I don't want you to ever doubt that I'll ever be around. That I'll never take care of you. Of your needs and desires. Of your dreams."

Roman grabbed her hand and held it against his chest. Rachel felt tears pooling in her eyes.

"I love you, Rachel."

She let out a shaky breath and brought her other hand up to cover her mouth. The tears started to fall. Rachel didn't say anything as his words rang in her ears like a crystal clear bell.

He loved her. She wiped at her cheeks, suddenly glad she was wearing waterproof mascara.

"Kitten, say something," he said gently.

So she said the only thing she could say. The only truth she knew anymore.

"I love you too."

Roman's face split into a huge grin and he laughed. Rachel started laughing also as he grabbed her and threw his arms around her tightly. She embraced him back just as strongly. They broke apart and he bent down to kiss her passionately. Rachel returned his kiss with fervor. When they broke apart she instantly started laughing.

"What?" Roman asked, totally perplexed.

Rachel laughed harder.

"What's so funny?"

She pointed at her mouth. "You have…lipstick on you."

Roman started chuckling. "Oh? And this is something new?" He licked the smeared lipstick off his lips and smacked.

Rachel wiped away another tear, this one from laughter. "No. It's just, you're the one who usually gets red on me."

Roman watched her as her giddy, in love moment subsided. "You're amazing."

"Me?" Rachel was in shock. "I'm just a normal human girl."

He reached out and clasped both of her arms. "You are so much more than that, my darling. One day I will make you see that."

Rachel let out a content sigh. "So what are we here for?"

"Oh. Of course. Step back a minute."

Rachel stepped away from him. Roman knelt. There was a trap door in the floor. Rachel hadn't noticed it before. Roman grabbed the handle and pulled. The door opened with a rusty squeak.

Her mouth opened in awe, Rachel leaned over. Wrought iron spiraled stairs led downward. A soft light illuminated the stairs. She couldn't tell what it was coming from.

"What is that?"

"That is the last of my abilities that I have not shown you."

Roman glanced up at her. His eyes glowed yellow in the candlelight and for a moment Rachel remembered who she was really with.

"Is there a room down there?" she asked.

"Yes. It's what's in that room that I want to show you."

"Roman, I don't know." Rachel chewed on her bottom lip. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, she just didn't want to go and get stuck somewhere underground with no other exit.

"Look, we don't have to go if you don't want. I'd completely understand."

Rachel sighed. Of course she didn't want to upset her boyfriend. "Um…" was all she could say. She mentally tried to calculate how she was going to climb down in her heels.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you sure this is safe?"

Roman chuckled. "Darling, I've been down there. Trust me, it's safe."

"I know, but it's just so…" Rachel made a downward swooshing motion, "down there."

"I won't let anything happen to you, kitten. I promise."

Rachel took a deep breath and bent to take off her shoes. The last thing she needed was to fall down and die of a broken neck after the man she loved just admitted that he loved her back.

"I'll go first." Roman stood and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth, then started descending.

Rachel waited until he was down low enough, then started climbing down. It was a slow process. She kept one hand on the wall as she went to steady herself. The walls were made of stone and for some strange reason, she felt like she was climbing down a well. After a while, her muscles started to tense. She swallowed and let out an uneasy breath as claustrophobia started to set in.

"How much farther?" she asked.

"Not much. You doing alright?"

"Peachy."

Rachel breathed the sigh of relief when they reached the bottom. Roman grabbed her hand. "You ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be. Beam me up, Scotty."

Roman chuckled. He led her down a short tunnel. When they got to the end of it, Rachel froze. Her mouth fell open in complete shock.

They were in a large ballroom. The floors were shiny wood. Large, gilded mirrors hung along the left wall. Bright lights hung on the wall in between each of them. But it was what was in the room that shocked Rachel even more. Straight ahead, on the other side of the room, sat a full-sized carousel. She could faintly hear circus music coming from it. To the right of it, closer to them, was a tall slide. The surface of the slide itself gleamed like it was freshly polished.

Rachel slowly stepped into the room, glancing around her as she went. She glanced up at the ceiling. Chandeliers hung interspersed, and the ceiling itself was polished with a golden finish. She could see a distorted reflection of herself and Roman in it.

"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto," Rachel muttered to herself.

"Do you like it?" Roman asked.

"It's a ballroom… with a carousel… and a slide… under the Neibolt house."

"I know. I had to touch some things up a bit, and I added the rides, but… do you like it?" Roman was watching her, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

"Like is not the question.'' Rachel held up one finger. "How in the hell did you…" She swept her finger in a circle. "I don't…" She turned to him and slowly shook her head.

Roman quickly walked up to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Look, I know this is the wildest and most…unbelievable thing that you've seen me do, but I need you to trust me. I went through a lot to put this together for you. I still am going through a lot. Being Roman doesn't take a lot of energy, but this…" He gestured at the room and sighed. "I can understand if you would want to leave. But I'd be disappointed if you did."

Rachel hung her head, ashamed at herself for letting Roman think she didn't trust him. "I'm sorry, baby. I love it. It just…" she shrugged. "It threw me off."

"I know. I know." Roman pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

She pulled away from him. "Hey, I'm not that thrown off."

"So do you want to ride?"

Rachel's eyes grew wide. "Huh?"

He gestured sideways with his head. "The carousel."

"Oh…sure."

They started making their way in that direction.

"What did you think I meant?" Roman asked.

Rachel's face got beet red and she glanced away quickly. "Nothing."

"Nothing?"

Rachel could tell by the bemused look on his face that he didn't believe her. She rolled her eyes. "Let's just go. I'll race you."

They took off running. Roman easily passed her up.

"No fair. You're taller," Rachel yelled as they reached the carousel. She clambered up on a white horse right away. "I haven't been on one of these in years."

Roman climbed up as well. He slapped Rachel's horse on the rump. "Then enjoy, my love. You deserve it."

He climbed on the one next to hers. A tiger. The carousel started moving. Rachel felt like she was a kid again. They rode for a while then Rachel decided she wanted to try the slide. It was taller than it had appeared at first glance. Roman watched her as she came down, her arms up in the air.

"Was that fun, kitten?"

Rachel stood. "Yes it was."

She strode up to him and put her arms out. Roman bent down and she laced her arms behind his neck. He put his around her waist.

"Thank you so much for this. I don't know how you were able to do it, but just...thank you."

"Rachel, there is nothing that I wouldn't do for you."

He kissed her deeply. "So, what do you want to do next?"

"Well..." she glanced around, the wheels in her head turning. "This is a ballroom."

Roman grinned slyly. "So you've noticed that?"

"I did," she said in a high pitched voice. "And you know what ballrooms are good for." Rachel stepped out of his embrace and twirled. Her dress flew out around her.

"Well if you're going to a ball, then you need the proper dress." Roman put his hand on her hip. "Turn again," he whispered.

Rachel started twirling again. As she did she could feel her dress growing longer, fuller. She stopped and glanced down at herself.

She was wearing a full, red satin ball gown. A white, scroll pattern ran along the breasts of the gown and down the very center of the strapless, heart shaped bodice. Rachel ran her hands down her sides. She grabbed the skirt and pulled it outwards.

"Roman," she breathed. "This is-"

"A gown fit for a princess?"

"This is beyond amazing. And so very beautiful."

Roman sautered up to her. He put his hands on your waist. "You're my queen, Rachel. My mate. Everything that is within my power to give you is yours."

She grabbed one of his hands off her waist and put her other hand on his shoulder. "Then…my king, may I have this dance?"

"Yes, you may."

There was no music playing besides the faint music coming from the carousel. But that was fine with Rachel. Roman twirled her around on the ballroom floor. At one point she glanced in one of the mirrors and did a double-take when she saw Roman's reflection. It was Pennywise.

Roman notice and squeezed her hand. "Now you can dance with both of us."

Rachel's grin was as wide as the moon. "And I don't have to worry about the clock striking midnight either."

Roman laughed, a deep, hearty laugh. "No you don't, Cinderella. No you don't."

Rachel could tell Roman was tired when he changed her dress back so that she could climb back up more easily. By the time they got back to the top, Rachel was more than ready to lay down and go to sleep, but first she had to tell Roman something that had been in the back of her mind for a while now.

"What is it?" He could always tell when something was bothering her.

"Roman, I want to go see Chris."

He pursed his lips. "Alright."

"I just…I still feel so bad for him. I don't regret a minute of having you by my side for the play, but I still can't help but feel like he was cheated. I feel like I have to at least go and check up on him.

Rachel could see a muscle move in Roman's jaw. "If you want to go, I'm not gonna stop you. You have every right to talk to who you want to."

Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. She'd had no idea if Roman was going to get jealous or not and was relieved that he wasn't, or at least he didn't express otherwise.

She grabbed Roman's hand and held it. "Thank you, baby."

He brought her hand up and kissed it. "You know you're precious to me."

He led her to a room that she had been in before. Only this time, it looked totally different. It was the same mattress where Pennywise had tongue fucked her on. But this time there were white sheets on it and two white pillows. Several candles burned around it.

"Baby, this is amazing. You think of me so much."

Rachel turned to face Roman. His face looked pale in the candlelight and his eyes were droopy. She reached up to touch his face. "You tired, baby?"

"Very."

"Then let's go lay down."

Rachel went to lay on the mattress, but Roman grabbed her arm. She turned back to him.

"I won't be seeing you for the next few days," he said.

Her face fell. "What? Why?"

"I need to...recharge. I've done a lot lately. More than I'm used to."

Rachel sighed loudly. "And it's all my fault."

He shook his head. "No. No, it's not. I don't regret anything I've done for you." He reached up to touch her face. "But I can only do so much."

Rachel went for the mattress again, and again he stopped her. Roman lowered his head and kissed her gently.

"I don't even know why I'm staying tonight. My car is outside. People will talk," Rachel said.

"People pass, my love. You and I are forever."

That was all she needed to hear. Rachel pressed her lips to Roman's in a heated kiss. He returned it eagerly. She felt him lift the hem of her dress and slide it up her body. She raised her arms and he removed the garment. She started working on Roman's tie, but he grabbed her hands to stop her.

Roman bent down and slowly removed her panties. He placed one of his hands on each of her thighs and stared rubbing them. Then he put his mouth on her nub and started gently lapping at her. She almost melted in a pool of desire. But before he could get going, she stopped him. Roman abruptly stood. As soon as he was up, Rachel started pulling at his tie like a mad woman.

"You'd better get these clothes off, Roman. Because if I'm not gonna see you in a few days, you're gonna fuck me." She ripped off his tie and threw it on the ground. "Right now."

Roman's eyes flashed yellow. An inhuman growl escaped his throat. "Fuck. Yes."

His lips crashed into hers. She pulled him down on top of her. His suit jacket came off. Buttons went flying as his shirt came off. Rachel didn't know how he managed to get his pants off just as fast, but he did.

When he slid into her, she almost cried in relief. Roman started bucking against her, pushing himself farther in until he slammed into her g-spot. Rachel cried out. He fucked her relentlessly. But it wasn't like she didn't ask for it. After her wild bout of lust wore off, she asked him to slow down. He obliged her. He rode her more slowly, and when her orgasm came, it was like calm, yet forcefully waves washing against the shore.

When they were both done, he cradled her in his arms.

"This is the best night of my life," Rachel said.

Roman kissed her temple. "Good, kitten. I want us to have many more like this."

"I love you, Roman."

"I love you. Now go to sleep. And dream of me."

Rachel closed her eyes and snuggled against him, a smile on her face, and fell into a content sleep.

Chris Sheffield sat up in bed and rubbed his neck. It had been a week since his car accident, but his neck and shoulder still acted up. He went downstairs to get his bottle of pain pills. He got them out the cabinet and popped one in his mouth. He then grabbed a glass of water to wash it down with. Chris turned around to go put the pills back where he got them and screamed. The bottle of pills clattered to the floor.

A massive clown loomed before him. The same clown that had been haunting Chris's nightmares for the past week. A demented grin adorned his cracked, white face.

The clown lunged.