Paul rubbed his hands together, exaggerating on his excitement on Alissa's decision to tell him the truth. In Pennywise's mind, he thought that he would finally have the final reason and the primary urge to feast on Alissa.

If she proves to have the intention of disclosing his existence to demonize and kill him in any way, this would urge Pennywise to finally kill her. All this time, he had been waiting for the right time to kill her. It would taste better that way, the demon clown thought to itself. Without a conscience, a demon-alien being would find it easier to feast on a low creature, such as a human being. But for an unknown reason, Pennywise needed so much proof to make itself dispose of her. It told itself that it was only playing with its food and at the same time, trying to find out if what it seems to be is true.

The clown disregards its suspicions on Alissa as a being it's merely heard of.

"Alright." Alissa stood beside the big book in the far end of an isle with Paul,

He looked at the book, then around, "What's the fuss all about?"

"I need you to be quiet, alright?"

He leaned in. Alissa pointed at the framed newspaper hanging on the wall above her. He looked at what she pointed at and saw an article about the missing kids.

"What?" Paul pretended,

She pointed at it again, "Read it."

He read it aloud and she clicked her tongue in frustration, "No, I mean in your head."

"You want to join the search group?"

"I'm already in the search group."

"Then, what?"

Alissa sighed, "The missing kids and my summer are related."

"You were missing, too?"

"No."

"You're...missing someone?"

"Jesus Christ, Paul." Alissa turned around trying not to look at Paul for fear that she might hit him instead,

Paul smirked at the sight of her frustration. The clown wanted her to say it herself. Then, it could eat her up alive.

But Alissa couldn't say it out loud. She wasn't sure why. She didn't know why it would not come out of her mouth. Maybe because she was scared? Scared of admitting that she missed the demon clown? Scared that her weird fetish on the clown's dominant and aggressive guts would come back? She shaked her head at that thought as she realized what she just accused herself of having.

"What?"

She was reminded that Paul was standing behind her. Alissa couldn't tell him. She turned around to face him and realized that it wasn't right. If she told him, what would happen? What would he do? He was eager to join the search group. If he found out about the killer, he would find him and attempt to turn him out.

He would kill him. He would definitely kill him.

"What is it, Alissa?" Paul's voice sounded hypnotizing, inviting her to finally say it out loud.

Alissa looked up into his blue eyes. It reminded her of Pennywise's. It reminded her of the time that the demon pinned her to the wall in frustration and anger when she didn't tell him the truth. She wish she did, then maybe he'd still be here, annoying the hell out of her, begging for her attention, for her help. Alissa stared at Paul's eyes and was reminded of Pennywise's blue eyes and how it transitioned into a bright, strong, golden color when he was angry. She missed him.

"I..." Alissa stuttered, "...I...I do miss someone."

"What?" Paul quickly snapped,

"What?" she asked why it sounded shocking to him,

Paul just stared at her,

"It's true. You're right. I miss someone."

He kept his mouth shut. The demon clown inside him left clueless.

"I miss...the guy. The guy I mentioned back then. You know, just love shit. That type of stuff. The cheesy kind, too."

Paul tilted his head and nodded slowly,

"Yeah. So. Yeah."

"But you pointed at the missing kids."

She paused for a second, "Yeah." Alissa shrugged, "It was a clue. Missing. Missing kids-missing someone. Get it?"

Paul nodded again, trying to understand the human's change of vibe,

"So yeah. I'm..." she paused and glanced to her left and saw a couple sitting from a far. She pointed at them, "I'm having boy troubles." She lied then glanced back at the tall, clueless guy in front of her, "I can't move on from my ex."

Paul nodded again and again and again while Alissa grimaced, "So yeah. That's why it was so hard for me, you know."

There was an awkward pause between them.

"Sorry I snapped at you yesterday." Alissa said, her head down,

Paul looked down at her as well and leaned a little closer, secretly stealing a quick scent. She smelled so sweet to him, and she smelled like...fear. But fear for what? The clown was indubious.

Suddenly, they heard chattering, distracting them. As Alissa looked up, Paul instantaneously moved its head far away from her as possible. Students started walking into the isle, gesturing that they had to use the book. The two panicked, but Alissa looked at Paul, "I'll head back to my table." She said and walked off, leaving It there. It watched her walk away.

At home, Alissa sat on her bed with her laptop resting on her lap. The light were off inside her room, and the light from the lamp and her screen were the only source of light she had. She heard her door creak. She looked up from her laptop and stared at her door. Then, after two seconds, she glanced at her laptop again.

She heard the door creak again, making her look up again. She stood on her feet and left her laptop on the bed. Slowly, she walked closer and realized that she left her window open, and her door, too. She turned to face her open window, but instead of shutting it, she leaned on the window pane and looked out the window. She's hopeless. She's sad. She felt sad. For the first time in a long time she didn't feel guilty for feeling sad. Or feeling at all.

Alissa remembered how it felt when everyone in school was against her, even her parents. After her year-long fame in school, it went downhill. She became everyone's verbal punching bag. Just because she declined to continue what she didn't want to do. Everyone took it as pride, an offensive response to everyone and the whole school. It was peer pressure, but it choked her to death.

She couldn't handle it.

Now, that finally, someone needed her again-even if it was in a wrong way-she learned to appreciate it. She missed it. She never thought someone would pick her out of nowhere to do something. Alissa realized she wanted it.

She declined to represent the school because she felt like mundane things wasn't for her. She knew deep inside that she was meant for something else, but she never found out about it until today.

Who would have thought she'd be meant to be inclined with something big? Something unusual? Something so menacing?

The professor's daughter should be perfect. The professor's daughter should be nice. The professor's daughter this, and that. She didn't like it. She wasn't perfect. She knew that. She didn't want to be a role model for everyone. Fuck that.

Alissa wanted something different, something weird, unusual, uncanny, strange, big, bold, daring-unique. She wanted...she wanted to be evil. That's what she was. And she blew it. She blew her chance.

Alissa started to wonder where the hell he's been. She felt the urge to learn more about him.

She felt the urge and the need to find him.