WARNING: talks of SexualA, but no R happens.

How did she end up in this situation? Hours ago she was happily driving to her home town of Derry from a far off business conference in a nearby state. She shouldn't have stopped at that run down motel, but she was so tired from being on the road for days. They probably noticed how she was and targeted her for that. She scolded herself for not fighting or making a scene. Although would it have helped? They grabbed her in the parking lot right outside the front desk. It didn't look like the man at the desk cared for what was going on, maybe it was even the norm for him to see girls grabbed.

She was surprised with a knife to her back and being surrounded by a group of men far bigger then her. The fear locked her up and she scolded herself again at the thought. Now what was she suppose to do and what were they planning to do. Her stomach threatening to come up at the thought they didn't seem interested in any valuables. Never asking for a wallet or jewelry. They took her phone to stop her from calling. As if she could being on such far outskirts with no service for miles.

The car was heading far off into the more mountainous wilderness. Her stomach sinking further when they turned off the main road onto more dirt ones. Some hardly roads anymore they were being grown over. This was it, end of the line, she didn't want to leave the car. They grabbed her out and they all forced her into the thicker brush. As if someone would pass by anywhere near here to spot them.

Her heart felt as if it had both stopped and prepared to rocket out of her chest. Listening to them argue about who was going first. They were distracted in their arguing that she took the chance to bolt. Cursing her deadly luck today when she ran right into a thorn bush. The men weren't happy when they grabbed her. In a split second she was on the dirt, defensively curling up as they all beat her down as punishment for fleeing.

Beverly wasn't sure of what was happening anymore. Going in and out through the beatings. Feeling things snap against there kicks. Part of her hoped it would all end soon, but they stopped and the worst was being planned again. The overwhelming fear she was going through shutting down her body. She shivered and held back the tears through the taste of her own blood filling her mouth. The weight of one topping her with a hand wrapped around her throat in a crushing grip.

And then it was gone. Her foggy brain slowly taking in the sudden panic of the men. A blurry silver and red dancing around her vision wasn't from any injury. Her brain in all its confusion at least knew that, who it was. Pennywise the dancing clown. Watching his swirling colors mixing with more red as he tore through the men. One of the four getting away in the car speeding off with a fly of dirt.

The forest was eerily quiet for a moment. Her racing heart pounding in her ears. The smell of blood filling her nose. Possibly her own or maybe from the nearby body with its rib cage cracked in two. She shifted onto her side with immediate regret afterwards. Feeling many broken ribs shift into a paralyzing pain freezing her in place. Then more pain as she was once again pinned to the ground by a weight over her. Hearing that clowns annoying voice.

"heh heh, hi-ya bevy." he greeted. "what a time to meet up again. Its been what, 9 years? I see you made some new friends. Boys again bevy?" his mockery slowly grating on her nerves. Forced to listen to him continue. "you got time for new friends, but not for me? Why don't we have a bit of fun? I am sure you know a lot of tricks. I can go for hours." he laughed above her.

She felt sick again at his words. Fear bubbled in her chest, but that was quickly dosed by something else, anger. Why did this have to happen to her? First a group of men ambushing her and now the clown. She wanted it all to be done and over with. Then either kill her off or let her move on. Sickness and pain coming together fueling her rage more to gather up some words. "FINE!" she snapped up at him. Feeling him tense above her. "come on! Hurry up!" wheezing through the blood in her mouth. Spitting out some in waiting for him to make a move, but he didn't. Annoying her further on what he was planning. Even more so when his creepy smile was now suddenly gone in an annoyed frown. "what?!" she wheezed. Thinking on if he was disappointed she wasn't begging to be let go. "do something!" managing to throw her arm up at him. Not hitting him or anything but it did have him get off her. Appearing more disappointed and irritated over something.

Grumbling something indistinguishable as he fully shifted off her. Her pain easing away with no pressure upon her injured body. Watching him stay crouched nearby not doing anything else for a time. When he left her view she was too tired to turn and see where he went. Having a good guess of where he was anyway from the sounds of meat being shredded from bone. Despite the sounds her exhausted body slowed into a desperate sleep.

She didn't know for how long, maybe a few hours? It was still daylight with grey clouds blotting out the sun. appearing it would rain any moment. Taking a deep breath Beverly stiffly rose from the dirt. Pain shooting from everywhere in her body. Spitting out more blood while leaning against a tree for support.

"have to make it somewhere." she thought. Gazing around to figure out where to even head. Catching her eye on the tire tracks of crushed brush. Which reminded her of what happened before passing out. Finding the slain body's of the men not too far. If they could be called that anymore with all their meat stripped from the bones. A few slim pickings left over for the fly's to swarm. "good riddance." she mumbled. Moving gingerly into a slow walk along the tire tracks. Fear returning at the thought of seeing that beat up white car again. What if he came back? Would he dare come back after 3 of his buddy's were killed?

Which brings the next question of why the clown didn't do anything? "i wasn't entertaining enough?" she thought. Taking each step carefully toward the possible goal of civilization. The longer the went the less and less she could see the tracks. The thick brush messing with her brain. Everything was swirling or blurring together far too much. Seeing movement from the wind scaring her for no real reason other then she couldn't recognize immediately what it was. She wasn't afraid of the clown being out there, but the possibly the lone man would return or her bad luck would attract some hungry mountain lion on her trail.

Another fear being lost, that she was now sure of her being. The tracks were fully gone now. In all her confused wondering she must have accidentally stepped from the trail. Now how was she to get back? Not thinking long as her blurred vision gave her a pounding headache. Lightheaded-ness threatening to have her collapse again if she didn't sit down. "i cant pass out in the open." searching nearby she found a large fallen log. Hollowed through the years enough for her to comfortably sit inside with a lean back. Stiffly stretching out her legs that they tapped the other side of the log across from her.

She hadn't sat back for more then a moment before passing out again. Waking up in the middle of the night unable to see even her own hand in front of her face. Nervously fiddling with her hands as she could do nothing else. Anxiety giving her the idea of what animals could be out there hunting. Bears, mountain lions, wolves following her blood trail. The sound of shifting greenery tensing her inside the log. Imagining how she could possibly fight off whatever was approaching quickly. She could hardly raise an arm in her condition.

A creek of the logs entrance had her ball a fist. "maybe a loud yell will scare it off" she could only hope. About to try it when something clawed into her arm.

"boo!" that clowns annoying voice shouted, followed by laughter. "still out in the woods? Very brave of you in bear country." he mocked.

With It being only him, she actually felt relief. "...i was tired." she mumbled out.

"so much so you slept in a log? I guess some critter wouldn't mind being tube fed. Like catching fish in a barrel. Heh-heh."

she couldn't see him, but could hear him now that she paid better attention. Those little jingly bells going off his twitchy movements. His claws crackling into the wood he gripped. He was annoying, but maybe as long as he stayed here, anything else would stay away. She didn't know how animals reacted around him, but it was all she had to hope for. For now, It eased her enough that her mind decided it best for another round of sleep.

When she woke this time it was sometime in the morning, maybe even just before noon. The dark grey clouds making it hard to tell from inside the log. Something white in front of the log catching her eye. "snow?" she first mistook it. "... a rabbit?" realizing what it was. "dead." examining over the lifeless thing. "No blood or wounds showing, did it die here of disease?"

thinking of it being an easy meal her stomach growled. She hadn't eaten since the motel and that was just a bag of candy from a vending machine. She hardly ate anything else on the road. "i just need to make a fire." she thought, shifting to get started being immediately regretted. Pain locking up her body to the point tears filled her eyes. No, it couldn't be done. She needed far more time to heal before trying anything. If her body even could. She could tell many of her ribs were smashed. Bruises and cuts everywhere. thankful she covered her head from most the blows. At most she had a busted lip and a gash over her eye. Nothing else feeling swollen or broken. However the migraine she was having made it feel just as bad as everything else. Shutting her eyes to rest a moment until those jingly bells were heard. Opening them to the face of that smiling clown outside.

"still here? Wanted a camping trip with a challenge?"

she glared and huffed. "have nothing better to do?"

"already done my chores for today. Wanted to have some fun." he joked.

"great." sighing. Thinking to herself. "stuck in the woods with a annoying clown who's useless." glancing from him to the rabbit outside. "not going to take it and mock me?" she wondered. Noticing that he'd been hovering around her for a while. Had he ever left? She couldn't be that interesting to watch sit around. He hadn't tried anything else toward her, like eat her. "... did you bring the rabbit?" she softly asked. The rabbit was oddly pristine for something that just died. No wounds or noticeable signs of sickness. Along with being so carefully placed in front of the log.

His smile twitched at the question. "yes. … I cant eat you if you starve in the woods." she wasn't able to say anything else when the thunder roared above. The rain coming down with a flash of lightning across the sky. The hard drain downing out the forest sounds. Beverly looked across her log for any worrying leaks to avoid. Finding none, yet the cold coming on was doing just as must harm. It stung her lungs to breath. Shivering already when it felt like she shouldn't. Trying to curl up was far too painful to do. The crumpling of her crackling ribs forcing her back into position.

The clown outside watched without a care he was slowly getting soaked. He grumbled when he stepped inside. "move over! I am coming inside." not giving her any chance to when he slipped in. turning to lay down with a drop across her lap. His chest curving over her stretched legs. Resting his head on his crossed arms an legs stretched out down the logs length. She winced at the pain he cause when claiming his new laying spot. That quickly going away to all the warmth she was now getting. It was like having a comfy heater blanket over her. Resting her arms across his back to softly feel the silver silk fabric.

She was getting tired again, but didn't want to sleep. Her feeling of the fabric slowly changing to her feeling along his back. Petting him while working up the words to talk. "why did you get involved?" feeling his muscles tense at the question.

"i was hungry and I smelt a lot of fear."

"you threatened something, but didn't do it."

"..." he shifted and mumbled something. Appearing awkward around the question she just asked. "... I was just looking to eat. You got angry and there was no more fear to go for."

"... you could have still forced something. Why didn't you?" feeling him shift more in her lap.

"no need. … you humans can be simple animals without control, but I am not that." his explanation probably being the most she'll get out of him.

Somewhat satisfied she didn't bring anything else up. Leaning her head down to rest it slightly against his shoulder. "how stupid." she thought. "dad would, but a literal monster wont. So some monsters have morals." was her last thought before drifting off to sleep.

The next time she woke she knew something was wrong. The air wasn't filling her lungs as it should. Her wheeze was turning more into small gasps. Sitting up she panicked over what to do. The dark situation settling in that there was nothing she could do. She needed a hospital, but she was far too lost in the woods. She would never make it to one in time.

Her distressed breaths catching the clowns attention to rise up from her lap. Moving to carefully hold her close with a gently lick to her face. The move having her flinch away in disgust. Was he getting ready to eat her after so long?

"hold still." he growled. "its going to help. Calm down." giving another careful lick around her collar bone.

Calming down when she noticed he was right. A pain hitting her side as she felt the ribs shifting. Clicking into place and her busted lip slowly clearing. Breathing coming back to her as her heart fluttered in her chest. Coming to enjoy the gentle treatment soothing away all the pain. When he stopped she was a little disappointed.

"there. I cant get rid of everything, but I fixed your lung and a few ribs." carefully setting her back. "You need to rest for a while before we can move you."

"we?"

"yes." he mumbled.

"you're taking me home?"

"yes." continuing his mumbling. "My healing will take care of everything after a while." his fingers twisting into long spider like legs. Tapping them together to spread a web. Stretching it from wall to wall inside the log.

"what are you doing?"

"building a nest. Should keep you warm for now." spreading more of the threading back and forth. It didn't take him long to finish a comfy hammock of sorts. Helping her to move onto the plush silk before settling down himself next to her. His warmth giving her comfort that everything would be alright from here. "here." he said while holding out something dark smelling of herbs.

Taking it she saw that it was once the rabbit, now roasted. Still hot and fresh she enjoyed the meal given. Shifting over to rest closer against him. "why the sudden change?"

"hmm?"

"you never liked me, yet you're helping."

"... not very sporting to kill something that's already down."

"or you have some morals."

"ugh, I am just a good sport about hunting." annoyed as if having morals was a horrible accusation.

"can you eat other meats?"

"no, it always has to be someone."

"what if it didn't? Would you still go after people? Seems like scaring people before eating them is like hunting a deer and trying to cook it at the same time. It must be tiring."

he stayed silent at the question. Brows furrowing in contemplating the question. After a moment he smiled. "no, humans still taste the best."

pushing some false confidence that Beverly could see through. "its tiring though." his smile twitching off her words.

"ever been close to someone? Even none human."

"no."

"never? Not even like a casual hook up or something?"

"my kind has been dwindling for a long time. I have spent nights with humans though."

"you've had sex?"

"of course I have. I am clearly a catch." grinning widely at his own compliment.

"sure you are." rolling her eyes. "bet you finish first." tossing a bone to the side.

"never!" he growled at the insult. "i have been with many and have had no complaints … until I ate them." chuckling at the last bit.

"with who? When?"

"heh heh, nobody recent and nobody that's remembered after they're gone."

"well, if you promise not to eat me we could have a round."

"after what happened yesterday?" he questioned.

she nervously chuckled. "sure." kissing his cheek. "It would be nice for the both of us. To relax for a while."

he hummed in consideration of the offer.

"unless you're a liar who knows hes not too good." she teased to tempt him more.

"ha! Be careful what you say." shifting to be over her. A few kisses from her lips down to her neck warming her chest.

Along with a stabbing pain from her still broken ribs. "fuck!" she cursed with a wince. Having Pennywise rise off again to check over her.

"maybe turning over would help your ribs with the bedding?"

she nodded at the suggestion. Turning over with a few more winces. Her skin tingling at him laying back down over her. Warming to the gentle kisses he left along the back of her neck. Grinding himself between her legs to a smooth rhythm. Rubbing a hand at her hip moving to catch the hem of her pants. Slipping them off along with her underwear.

Resting down his head next to hers to be as close as possible. not needing to remove his own clothing for his length to slide between her legs. The sensation causing her to squirm at the odd texture. Incredibly long with a fast drying slime twitching and squirming along her legs. Pressing in felt just as odd as it squirmed further to slide against her walls. Providing a snug fit once it reached the end. She shivered with a tight grip to the bed when his motions began. Moaning out to him twisting inside of her. A pulsing warmth adding onto the other sensations she'd never felt before.

Wrapping his arms around her hips he built a stronger pace. Kissing the side of her neck to lightly biting at her shoulder. Covering any minor pain sprouting from her ribs. A mix of licks and bites crossing over her shoulders. Thrusting deep in building up to her final push over the edge. It wasn't long when she screamed into the bed at the hot wave coming over her. Not long after a warmth settled inside her. Catching her breath with the fall from their peek.

"any complaints?" he jokingly asked.

Earning a chuckle out of her. "no." shaking her head. Petting his head resting next to her.

"... if you'd like, I can take you to my wagon with an actual bed."

"sounds good to me." she smiled.

just a little blurb story ive been thinking for a long while and finally got down.