Chapter 5: No talking during the...


~Pennywise POV~

Food

So hungry

Frustrated

I need this human.

This... woman.

Damnit! I need to feed.

It makes no sense. I'm immortal, I don't need this crap! Why am I working so hard for my dinner? I should have eaten before coming. I don't know if I can eat her yet.

Quinn.

Stupid, STUPID, Pennywise. Just take itttt ...take what you want.

Damnit, why do I want her pinned under me for more than food?

... UGH, why?! I wanna eat her nowwwww.

No! Stop that! Fear... i want to taste her fear. I need more time. The perfect moment.

Taste her flesh. Ugh, fuck, that intoxicating flesh of hers. What was that smell? What is she!?

That sweet, SWEET mouth... mmmm... NO! The fear. Mmmm, I needed that tasty, tasty fear.

Fuck, both taste so good.

Tease. Shit, this human is different. Must be. Maybe she put me in a trance with her dancing? How the hell could she do that? To me?! An eater of worlds. I wanted to jump from the window and take what's mine.

Mine.

Only for me.

All for Pennywise.

My tasty peach.

My human.

I have to know. Have to taste. I wonder if her blood tastes like the wine. I wonder if her blood and body taste just as sugary. The alcohol was supposed to be syrupy. She seemed to like it. Even with the blood I added to the wine so I could drink it. I'm glad she liked it.

What if she doesn't want me?

SHUT THE FUCK UP!

FEAR! WHY WHY WHY! Uhhhhh, no fair, no fair!

I can't find her fear!

SO MEAN! I NEED FEAR!

I NEED HER! QUINN! I NEED QUINN!

Just wait... You will consume...

...and worship

Son of a bitch, look at her ass? I swear to the Macroverse she is doing this on purpose.

I'm going to fuck her.

I'm going to fuck her then I'm going to eat her.

Shit... don't fuck this up.

Please, don't fuck this up.


Ok, Readers. Sorry, my version of Pennywise may be slightly hard to read. Yes, he is a monster, but I envisioned his need for love to be in the same mindset as a child, teenager or college guy. Basically, always in a battle with himself because emotions are hard for him. I like seeing his inner turmoil in writing. It's not easy being the big, scary, hopeless romantic we all want him to be. Or at least I do. =) 3 - Rapora