Images flashes in his mind, the creeper ripping the remains of his clothes off and pounding into him while he moaned and begged for more. Darry woke up with a choking gasp as he backed himself into the corner making shift bed the bed sheets falling from his naked body as he looked around the room for the creeper. He looks down at himself and sees that he is covered in scratches and every muscle in his body hurt. …I had sex with him…he let out a scream and he pulled at his hair and he sobbed at the thought that he willing let himself have sex with that beast. "What is wrong with me?" He sobbed, as he curled up on himself as and looked down at his hands seeing the blacken finger nails starting to look more like claws.

Pushing himself up from the bed with a winced at the pain he stood there wobbling as his whole body shivered and he groaned as he felt the rush of cum dribbling down his thighs. He spotted his pile of his clothes and staggered over to them and picked up the remains of his boxers to wipe away the demon cum running down his thigh. He sobs as he pulled the tattered remains of his jeans on and then pulled on his shirt, only to throw it away. He groaned and then looked to the door seeing it partly open, swallowing a lump in this throat as Darry walked up to it and pulled it open wincing at the rusty metal creaking. He winced as he stilled feeling the gust of cold hit his skin have him shivered as he looked down the dark corridor. He couldn't see the Creeper who he started to think of him as Hannibal Lecter, Darry let out a scared laughed as he walked out of the room and looked down the hall away.

The sun came through the windows that were broken, it didn't light the hall way up that well it was still hard to see and Darry had to be careful as he waved in and out of the empty wheel chairs and upturned gurney and metal trolleys. He limped down the hall as he listen for any noises that told him that Hannibal was about but there was nothing not a scrape of claws or that song, Darry knows as long as he lives that song will make him want to run for the hills. He didn't know what worst quietness of the abandon hospital or when the Creeper was there, his stomach felt massive and he swears it has grown another few inches. He looked up and saw a sign that read exit and he turned to follower it.

However the eerie silence was broken by screams Darry froze as he heard another blood curdling screams. "No-no just no." He said as he started to run towards the flight of stairs, he got to the door and pushed it open and started to walk quickly down the stairs his hand on his stomach as he kept walking down the stairs trying to drowned out the sounds of someone being ripped apart the smell of their blood filling his nose and then just as his hand reached for the door handle when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He stopped and felt all the air leave his body as he looked at the hand "I…I…I was just going for a walk." He choke as he felt his body tremble as he felt Hannibal's hand turned him around as the demon growled at him as he picked him up Darry grunted as the Creeper dragged him up the stairs.

"You have to stay in the nest."

"Fuck you." Darry snarled and the struggled to be free of Hannibal's hold, the demon stopped and pushed him to the wall and grinned at him pressing his hand to this swollen stomach.

"I. Already. Did."

…..

2 Week Later…

Darry woke up to feel Hannibal's hand stroking his stomach, he open his eyes and looked up at the monster sat there looking at his swollen stomach. The baby kicked against its father's hand and it made the Creeper grin as he let his nail's trace over the swollen flesh. "Not long now." The Creeper purred as he looked up to look into Darry's eyes.

"Good he is killing my back." The half human grunted he didn't know why he said that and he really doesn't care because his back is really hurting him as he pushed himself up.

His hand rested on his stomach as he looked at the creeper who grinned at him "Stop that." Darry hissed at him, but just made Hannibal grin even more, as he lowered his head and pressed it to his mate's stomach and listen to the heart beat and purred as he kept rubbing his skin. Darry sighed and leaned against the wall and closed his eyes "I'm thirsty." He said, and the Creeper stood up and walked over to the table and picked up a cup that is missing its handle and took it over to half human who took it from his hands and sipped the water as he watched Hannibal watch him.

It's been 2 weeks since he had been taken by the Creeper and kept locked up in this old abandon hospital. He had tried to escape but each time the Creeper had grabbed him and pulled him back to the hospital and he would pin him down and pulled open his clothes and had him again and again. He felt the hand on his stomach move lower to between his legs and Darry knew what it is that Hannibal wanted. He down his water and put the cup on the bed and shifted until he was lying on his back. A part of his mind told him why give in to him fight this monster while the other half the demon half purrs at the thought of pleasing his mate and himself.

Mean while…

Trish was pacing James' home her arm itched where the Creeper scratched him "Look you haven't slept in days and you eaten little, you won't help Darry if you pass out and hurt yourself." The vet said, as he stood up and grabbed her arms.

"You don't get it! Y…You weren't there when that-that thing was chasing us." Tears were running down her face as she looked up at James. He pulled her closer into his arms and kissed the top of her head. "Jezelle." She sniffed, James frowned not sure what she said.

"Who?" He asked

"Jezelle." She pulls back and looks up at him "We need to find Jezelle; she might known where it took Darry."

….

Jezelle open the door before they even got out the car, she looked at Trish as she stood there looking smaller than Jezelle has ever seen her. She opens her arms "Oh my dear." She said softly as she open her arms to the young woman and Trish rushes up to her and let Jezelle hug her.

"It took him Jezelle it took Darry!" She sobbed into her shoulder

"Shhhh I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, come inside your and James." She said, as she led Trish inside while James stood still with a frown on his face.

"Wait how did you know my name?" He asked as he followed them inside.

James was at a lost if any one asked him three months ago if you believe in men getting pregnant demons with wings and psychic woman who knows his name before he could remember he has one. Trish wipes her eyes before holding her injured arm, the older woman walks back into the front room moments later with a tray of cups and a hot tea pot. James was about to ask if she had any lemon when he spotted it on the tray and he just sat there with the question dying on his tongue.

They were quiet as Jezelle made tea for all them "I think coffee would be a bad idea for you state of mind Trish." She told him, as she handed him a very sugary tea the young girl smiled at her sadly as she sipped her tea. After a moment Trish just has to start talking about her brother.

"Did you see anything about the Hannibal coming for Darry." She asked, both James and Jezelle looked at her with wide eyes.

"Sorry who?" Jezelle asked, Trish blinked and looked at them.

"Hannibal." She said her voice now filled with uncertainty "Hannibal." She repeats again this time quietly as she looks away from their fearful faces and looked down at her up of tea. "His name is Hannibal."

"Where did that name come from?" James asked "Because you have been calling this thing It, or monster and demon?" He asked her, Trish rubbed her injured arm to afraid to look at any of them in the eye.

"Trish how much older are you than Darry?" Jezelle asks her,

"We're not twins if that is what you're asking. I'm 2 years older but we share the same birthday." She whispered the last part.

"I wonder."

Trish looked up as the older woman sips her tea before she looks at James who seems to have the same frown on his face since he came into the house. "It might explain why Hannibal has a hard time figuring out who he wanted." She hummed her thoughts

"Why? Because we share the same birthday, that doesn't mean anything right?" She asked the older woman.

"May I see your arm?" She asked, Trish nodded and let Jezelle take the bandage off and look at the cuts, but as she pulled the last part of bandage away she looked at nothing but clear skin, the only thing that was left behind was the stitches where the wounds would have been.

"How the hell…" James gasped as he moved closer and touched her arm; Tish looked down at herself and then up at Jezelle.

"What is going on?"

"You and Darry you share everything right? You tell each other secrets or know something is wrong with the other before they even said anything?" Trish thought back to their ride before they met the Creeper her brother guessing that her ex had been beating her. Then she thought back to a time when she was out visiting a friend two towns away and she had to get up in the night and call home because she felt something was wrong with Darry, she was right he had fallen out of the bunk bed and broke his arm. "But that is just a normal sibling connection." Trish told her

"I but you can feel his baby can't you." Jezelle asked, Trish looked away trying not to think about the fluttering in her stomach and at nights when she half awake and half asleep she swears she can feeling the rolling and wiggling of something in her.

"It will be born any day now." She said without thinking. Tears were rolling down her face as she turned to James who warped his arms around Trish and held her close as she sob

"You two should have been twins." The older woman said as she watched the two latches on to each other.

Mean while…

Darry was sat in room he was frowning as he looked at himself in the mirror he could hardly recognise himself any more. He turned away and gasped as he gripped the chair in the room as he pressed his hand to his stomach, his eyes widen as he waited for the pain to fade before moving again only to hiss at another pain rippling though his stomach. "Son of a bitch." He choked as he moved his way to the bed and curled up on himself. The pain went again leaving Darry sat there with the sheets twisting in his hands as he tried to uncurl himself.