A Mate's Rebirth

*Chapter 4: Home at Last*

After a feast of eating two males in the Barrens, they arrived at the Quarry to look at the view. Pennywise held her hand as they look at the lake. Belle smiled at the sight. The morning sun hits them. How she missed the warm feeling. She thought she will never see the light of day after being in the dark, sleeping for so long.

"So, what year is this?" Belle asked.

"It is 2016." Pennywise replied. "A middle of it."

"Wow. I still can't believe I slept through 27 years." Belle said. Pennywise giggled.

"I always keep on track." He told her. "I've written the years on my wall." Belle looked at him. She had no idea what he is talking about. Pennywise realized her expression. "Oh. I never showed you my years, did I?"

"No."

"Oh. How thoughtless of me." Pennywise smiled. "I'll show you. But...we don't have to teleport. We will...float there." Belle blinked at him. Float? "Let us see our town, my queen." Pennywise got his balloons in his hands. He held Belle's hand, guiding her to the cliff. "I've got you."

"Penny...I don't think-"

"Just hang on to me." Pennywise said. His feet are above the cliff. Belle is afraid. She looks down to see a drop. "Don't look down." Pennywise said with a smile. "I will never drop you." Belle took a deep breath, gripping on Pennywise's hand. She came over to his body and felt him lifting her up, holding her in place against his side. Belle wrapped her arms around his neck. She remembered when they float down the well 27 years ago after she agreed to drink his blood to become immortal like him. "Hold on tightly." Pennywise whispered to her.

"I'm not gonna like this." Belle says to herself. The two floated away from the cliff and float over the Quarry. Belle closes her eyes, holding onto her mate.

XX

"Open your eyes, my Beauty. Look." She heard Pennywise say. Belle open one eye, then the other as she let out a gasp. They are floating towards their town. Derry still looks so peaceful. Belle forms a smile of awe. It's how she remembered it.

"It looks so beautiful from up here." Belle said. She turned to her right to see the Paul Bunyan statue.

"There is plenty to see." Pennywise said. Belle gasped as more red balloons appeared beside her. She grabbed the strings of them. Pennywise's arm is slowly releasing Belle. "Float with me, my queen. Don't be afraid of heights. Spread your wings..."

"Pennywise..." Belle slowly said as she felt herself floating along, holding his hand. "Whoa."

"This is our town, Belle. You do what you wish as always. We do what we want." Pennywise told her. Belle releases his hand. She looks around her home with a grin. If only she had done this before. "Heading down." She heard the clown spoke. She looked over at him to see him going lower. She follows him.

They land in the alley between the buildings with trash laying around. Pennywise lead his mate around the building and shows her the years he's been around. Belle stared at the wall. They are written in red. In blood. Dried up, old blood. Belle found the first year he woke up in. 1600. The year when Pennywise ate the baby. Belle shuddered at the memory she forced to watch.
Pennywise went over to the empty space on the wall and wrote on it with blood. His blood for now. Belle could see him writing the current year they are in.

"Home at last." He muttered. "With my mate."

"What?" Belle asked, not hearing him.

"We awoke together. I'm no longer alone." Pennywise told her. "And you are no longer alone." Belle walked up to him and took his hand. She smiled at him.