“Eduardo! Andale, let’s go!”
Richie was calling for Eddie to come downstairs to meet with the rest of the Losers who had gathered in the parlor of the empty inn. It was time to talk about their options. Not long after, Eddie trudged down the stairs holding two giant suitcases. “I just gotta grab my toiletry bag and then I’m all set.” He stopped short at the sight of everyone eyeing him with confusion. “What?” he asked.
“Eddie, we agreed to talk this through first,” Beverly answered, tilting her head with a sympathetic gaze.
“We can’t just run from this,” Mike chastised, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Well, what the fuck,” Eddie groaned with a sigh, dropping his heavy suitcases with a loud thud on the stairs. “What’s there to talk about? We’re in the same place as an evil, murdering clown and his monster bride. The only logical thing to do would be to run, are you crazy?”
Bill looked tired, resting his head in his hands while he sat on a decorative floral automan in the corner of the room. “Even if we could run, there’s n-no point,” he murmured. “Look at what happened to S-Stanley. It was able to make us forget, r-r-regardless of w-where we were. It’s like we’ve been… inf-fected by him.”
Concern echoed across their faces as they tried to comprehend what Bill was getting at. “Infected us, how? Ben asked, leaning against the bar in the back of the parlor and crossing his arms.
“The first time we ever came in contact with him. Together… in that house,” Mike interjected. “We got away, but we never truly escaped. We’re connected to him, and It has the power to destroy us from wherever It is, and wherever we are.”
“Well, what about Y/N?” Eddie pressed. “She doesn’t want us dead, right? At least, it didn’t seem that way back at the restaurant. Can’t she help?”
“We can’t count on her,” Mike answered, ignoring the heated glare he received from Richie. “We don’t know how much control It has over her. For all we know, she could be doing his bidding.”
“Bullshit,” Richie snapped, annoyance fracturing his attempt at indifference. “She’s not a fucking puppet. You saw how upset she got when she found out about our family.”
“Exactly,” Mike countered. “She’s unpredictable, and we have no idea where her loyalties lie.”
Beverly stood up and placed a hand on Richie’s shoulder. “I know you love her, Richie, but we have to be careful. We have no idea what she’s been through or how dangerous she is.”
Ben sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Okay, so we’re on our own. How can we defeat this thing?”
“The Ritual of Chud,” Mike answered in a matter-of-fact tone.
“The ritual of chew?” Richie asked, skeptically. “ What the fuck is that?”
,” Mike emphasized, his stern gaze meeting Richie’s confused one. “It’s the only way to kill It for good.”
“That’s not possible.”
Everyone’s heads whipped around to the sound of your voice coming from the doorway. Bill leapt to his feet and scrambled back while everyone took several steps away to bring as much distance between you and them as they could.
Richie was the only one to dare come close to you as he eyed you sadly. “Y/N?”
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie murmured, pressing himself up against the wall furthest from you. “Richie, don’t.”
As much as you wanted to reach out and hug Richie, you couldn’t help but focus all of your attention on trying to muffle their fears that were projecting loudly and obnoxiously in your mind. Images of you tearing into their throats or slashing their insides to ribbons with your talons flashed across your vision as you read their thoughts, making you wince at the ruthlessness of it all.
Lifting your hands to rub your temples, you mumbled, “Can you all just… not think so loudly, please? I’m not here to hurt you.”
Your words did nothing to ease the tension as their fears changed to a scenario in which you had earned their trust until you attacked them from behind, along with several other horrific schemes. “Seriously?” you seethed, feeling your eyes literally flash at them with a fiery glow. Of course, that did nothing to ease the anxiety of the group as they eyed you with terror, not knowing how to react to your presence.
Since they were obviously not going to calm down any time soon, you decided to put your practice to use and filter out their thoughts, pushing them out of your subconscious so that you weren’t assaulted by their constant horror stream. Taking a deep breath, you cleared your mind and were alone with your thoughts once more. You seemed to finally be getting the hang of it, which was an enormous relief. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.
“Richie, what is she doing here?” Ben asked, nodding in your direction while staring daggers at Richie.
He scoffed in response. “How the fuck should I know? I didn’t call her!”
“Nobody called me here,” you replied, absentmindedly taking a step further into the room, causing the others to stir uncomfortably. “I’m here to make sure that none of you get hurt.”
“It’s a little late for that,” Richie muttered, his voice laced with resentment. “The fucking clown killed Stanley.”
Taken aback, you hesitated. “...what?”
“Stanley’s dead,” he replied bluntly, his expression livid. “If we don’t do something about it, the rest of us are gonna die, too.”
Your stomach dropped, a feeling of nausea fell over you as you swallowed down the lump in your throat. “How did he die?”
“It doesn’t matter how,” Richie argued, raising his voice. “It fucking happened! Thanks to that murderous fuck that you sold your soul to!”
He was fuming, clearly hurting and projecting his rage onto you. Though you weren’t sure of the details, you knew that it was entirely possible for Pennywise to have had a hand in Stanley’s death - as much as you didn’t want to admit it.
“W-what did you mean when you said that it’s n-not possible?” Bill stuttered in a hushed tone, afraid that if he was too abrasive that you would snap. You could sense the shiver that ran down his spine when your eyes darted to his, taking him in as he addressed you. “You’re s-saying he can’t be k-killed?”
Glad for the change in subject, you shook your head. “Not that I know of. He’s made a number of comments about how he’s immortal and eternal. He’s never let on that he could be killed. The guy is supposedly millions of years old and he doesn’t really consider anything or anyone to be much of a threat.”
“Or you might just be telling us that to protect him,” Eddie accused suspiciously.
You flashed him a smirk, earning a terrified look from the anxious man. “I might be,” you purred, not able to resist messing with him a bit.
“Quit bullshitting us,” Richie demanded, seeing right through your facade. “Why are you really here?”
“I told you. I want to make sure that you guys are okay. Pennywise…” you halted, not sure how much you wanted to divulge to the Losers. You decided it was best to be honest, but to spare them the details. “He thinks that my attachment to you is crippling my… abilities. He’s not thrilled about it. Ultimately, he wants to cut all of my ties to humanity.”
“Meaning… us?” Beverly questioned, reaching for her pack of cigarettes with trembling hands.
You nodded in agreement, feeling the tension rise in the room, which you hadn’t thought was possible considering how on edge everyone was already.
They exchanged glances with one another, trying to read each other’s expressions without giving too much away. Finally, Bill spoke. “W-why are you h-helping us?”
It was a loaded question. Why were you helping them? They weren’t your kind anymore. You had maybe a year left with them before you would return to your rest, and by the time you woke up, they would probably have passed of old age, or were too old to remember you. Pennywise was your present, as well as your future. He was your everything - your eternal mate, and yet, you couldn’t allow him to slaughter your loved ones. It was possible to play both sides - wasn’t it? You could protect both the humans of your past, and your mate of the present from each other. It would be tricky, but it was something that you had to try.
You turned to Richie, emotion clawing up through your throat and into your face, causing your eyes to glisten with unshed tears. “Because… I love you.”
It was hard to argue the sincerity in your voice, and you knew it. Richie could no longer keep a safe distance as he was overwhelmed with the need to hold you. Finally approaching you, he wrapped his giant arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace that you had longed for. You inhaled deeply into his chest, savoring the familiar scent that was always Richie, along with new smells that indicated your once pre-pubescent Richie was now a full-fledged adult, and he smelled… delicious.
Upon that realization, you forced yourself back from him, keeping your face neutral to hide your alarm at the fact that for the briefest moment, you wanted to sink your teeth into his skin and feel the blood run down your throat. That might become a problem in the future, but for now, you seemed to have a handle on it, so you shoved that concern to the back of your mind. So long as you could maintain your self-control, you’d be fine. Or… at least that’s what you had to tell yourself.
“So, you’re just going to be our bodyguard or something?” Eddie asked, wringing his hands nervously.
Shrugging your shoulders, you replied, “I guess so. I’m kind of just figuring things out as I go along. I just know that you’re his target and he’s not exactly one who doesn’t hold a grudge. Considering the way you guys went after him 27 years ago, I’m sure he’s seeking some form of revenge in addition to trying to sever our ties to one another.”
“But… you understand that you being here won’t keep us from going through with our plan?” Mike pressed, raising his eyebrows at you.
“You see,” he continued, gaining momentum as he raised a finger into the air eccentrically. “He doesn’t know that I know.”
“Know what?” Ben questioned.
“How to kill the shit out of It!” Mike snapped, suddenly in a frantic demeanor. “Look… we don’t have a lot of time. It would be better if I showed you. Come with me.”
Much to your surprise, no one bothered to argue as you all trailed behind Mike out of the Inn. You felt the unease of everyone as you walked with them through town as the sun started to rise over the horizon. Though they tried to be subtle, you didn’t miss the little things like the way Richie opened his mouth to say something to you, only to falter and turn away, leaving his thoughts unspoken. It was also obvious the way Ben walked closer to Beverly, positioning himself between the two of you to protect her from whatever you were capable of, should you suddenly lose control.
Choosing to ignore their hesitance around you, you closed your eyes, instead trying to get a feel for whether or not Pennywise was lurking nearby. You didn’t exactly sense his presence, but you certainly felt his eyes on you. It was obvious that he was watching you and the Losers carefully, knowing exactly what you were doing at every moment. So long as he stayed away from them, you were fine. That is, until your hunger could no longer go ignored and you had to leave them to feed. There was also the fact that Pennywise was somewhere out there seething with rage at the knowledge of you protecting the Losers from him. It was probably going to be a nasty reunion once you were alone with him again, but so long as the others were alive, that was something you would willingly endure.
Eventually, Mike led you all into the woods. It was then that a few of the Losers started to remember the area. They had referenced it as the “clubhouse”. The entrance had been buried under dirt, leaves and sticks after not having been in use for so long, so they scattered trying to find the entrance. Ben seemed to have a good feel for where it might be, so he gave the ground a hard jab with his foot, which may not have been the best idea, since that had caused the door to cave in and he fell through with a loud thud.
“I’m okay!” You all heard him call out from the ground underneath. “Come on down!”
The others exchanged nervous glances with one another, wondering if they should willingly let you to go down into the bunker first, or last, or even at all. After a moment of internal debate, they shuffled around, evidently deciding that it was safe to allow you entry. One-by-one you all shuffled down the decaying stairs into the underground layer that the others knew so well. You had to admit that you were impressed by the craftsmanship that went into it, especially considering it was built by a pre-teen. Come to find out, Ben was actually a very successful architect, which made a lot of sense considering how much work he had put into the clubhouse.
The Losers started to sift around their old belongings, reminiscing in their fond memories of childhood - ones that didn’t involve a murderous monster hunting them down. You had enjoyed listening to their stories, particularly the ones that involved Stanley and how he had always been a gentle old soul who was wise beyond his years.
Being in that clubhouse was like being in a safe haven for them. You no longer felt the unease and tension of your differences as you sat and listened to them speak. It was like you were one of them again, and the feeling made your heart swell. You would miss this… hell, you already missed it, but you didn’t regret the choice you had made. You loved Pennywise, but you loved the Losers, too. That was the price you paid for giving your heart to them both. Whatever the price to be paid, it was worth getting to have them all in your life, even if only for a short while longer.
After more stories were shared, and old trinkets found and played with, Mike had gathered everyone’s attention and reminded you of why you were there. “Something happens when you leave this town.” he began. “The farther away, the hazier it all gets. But me, I never left. I remember all of it. I spent twenty-seven years researching on how we can end It once and for all. The Ritual of Chud is our only chance.”
Eager to hear more, knowing that there really wasn’t a chance in hell that they could truly kill Pennywise, your concentration was suddenly broken by a sharp pain near your stomach. You hissed, clenching your middle with your arms and curling in on yourself.
“Y/N?” Richie asked, eyeing you with concern. “You okay?”
The pain faded after a moment, allowing you to relax enough to address him. “I… I think so. Huh. That was weird. I don’t know what-” Suddenly the pain was back, ebbing through your lower half with more intensity, causing you to break out in a sweat even though you felt a chill creep throughout your body, regardless of the fact that you were suddenly burning up. Along with the physical changes you were enduring, you felt the mood change, tension suddenly thick in the air as their safe haven was suddenly threatened by your episode.
“Holy shit,” you groaned, not able to distract yourself from the heat building up inside of you. Much to your embarrassment and dismay, you felt your core start to grow wet, threatening to spill out of you if you unclenched your thighs. You bit your lip, trying to concentrate on your breathing rather than the agony that you were enduring.
The others didn’t know whether to run or to coddle you. You felt their doubts, wondering if you were truly in pain or if it could be a trap, which you couldn’t blame them for. It wasn’t until you felt a familiar presence instantly appear that you noticed true terror emitting from their auras.
“Hello,” the voice of your mate cooed softly into the dense air of the Clubhouse.
“Oh, fuck!” Richie called out, separating himself from you while he and the others scrambled to the other side of the underground bunker to distance themselves.
Peering up at him, you relished in the immediate feeling of relief upon seeing him, despite how close in proximity he was to your loved ones. Though you were surprised that he appeared as his human self rather than the clown, you felt no anger or animosity from him in that moment - rather instead a driving hunger in its place as his eyes ravished you.
Swallowing thickly, you put up no resistance as he scooped you up into his arms, cradling you gently as he brought you close to his chest. “Hey! What the fuck are you doing to her?” Richie accused, but too terrified to move to aid you.
Pennywise’s human complection faltered as his mouth split open to reveal rows and rows of teeth as a terrifying growl ripped through his throat and he snapped his jaws at Richie, forcing him back further against the wall.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see spots of red starting to circle the two of you, blocking your view of the rest of the losers. It took you a moment to realize that the clubhouse was filling up with balloons, shrouding you and your mate so that you could escape quickly.
A fraction of a second later, you were moving through space, distancing yourselves further and further away from human detection, and back to the comfort of your dark and damp home in the sewers.
As soon as you reached your destination, a fresh wave of agony mixed with arousal hit you again, so strong you could barely breathe. “Pennywise,” you whined, gripping his shirt tightly in your grasp while you shook in his arms. “What’s happening?”
The slick from your core started to run down your thighs, and you had wondered how in the hell that was possible. Pennywise remained silent while he walked a short distance before placing you on the make-shift bed, stepping back and letting his eyes wander over your writhing body.
“Penn,” you groaned again, demanding an answer.
Licking his lips, his eyes finally met yours. The fire behind them was something you had never seen before, and it caused another shudder to wrack through your body. That’s when it finally occurred to you what was happening.
You were in heat.