Storm Drains (Book II) Pennywise love Fan-Fic

Chapter 23

Rebeca had left a couple weeks ago to return to work and some type of normalcy. I don't blame her. I would have been out of here too if I didn't have the attachments I have. Nothing bad had happened yet and I felt safe enough here even during times when Penny was out hunting for us. The only thing keeping me company these past hours had been a roaring fire that was now nearly completely diminished in the fire place across the bed. I had been sitting in almost complete darkness for the last couple hours trying to get some shut eye, struggling and all. 

I was suddenly awoken by the sound the front door slamming open against the silence of the cold November night. I jumped out of my half asleep state that was so close to engulfing me completely. With an icy gasp against the air that once made this room warm, my annoyance at being awoken was quickly replaced with a heavy sinking feeling in my gut. I instinctively reached for my sheets as if they would provide any type of protection. Any protection against whatever decided to make a scandalous entrance into the very place I have been calling home the past couple months. 

The darkness of the night shaped my room as I sat in silence for the next move, sound, anything... to alert me of the oncoming danger that awaited ahead. Seconds felt like hours and I wanted to melt into the warmth of my sheets when I heard something scraping alongside the walls of the hallway that lead to my bedroom. All the hair in the nape of my neck stood up as I held my stomach tighter with my right hand, my left hand fidgeting with the small desk lamp that sat beside my bed. Within the mere seconds that continued to feel like hours, the bedroom door slammed open, inviting in a gush of cold air that caused the energy in the room to dampen with a heavy sensation. 

"PEN-" I started to scream as loud as I could possibly manage. But a sudden movement caused my breath to become hitched in my throat. 

I caught the glance of dark amber eyes and silvery platinum hair that resembled a beautiful silver sword that had never been used, and it reflected in the somber moonlight as the figure began approaching me in a inhumanely fast pace. My bones turned ice cold as they shook under my muscles and rapidly pumping blood. The figure lowered its head to meet my gaze, mere inches from my eye lashes. His eyes, an amber honey and gold, like sunsets on warm summer evenings. If I had not been terrified in the moment of the said figure who owned those eyes, I would admit they reminded me of Penny's eyes and you could easily get lost in them. Maybe a little too easily..

I felt my body soften against the bed that now felt too hard against me and this stranger. I sighed a small sigh of relief as we slightly relaxed against the bed despite its harshness. I felt the muscular warm body of the silvered figure against mine and it felt as if I no longer minded being in the embrace of the same stranger who made its way into my home with the anger of a thousand hot suns. His eyes the same color as those burning suns burning into mine. wait. Stranger? Why was I suddenly considering this stranger's comfort?

Before I could react much less understand what was happening to me and around me, I felt the absence of the stranger and the warmth that enveloped me suddenly gone, causing a slight furrow in between my brows to form, confusing me. I felt a slight fog in my head disappear that I had not noticed was there until it began to slowly disperse. I caught a glimpse of fiery red hair where the window was generous enough to share its moonlight in the pitch black room and I knew it was Penny. In the form I first met and fell in love with.  I could hear growls erupting from various areas of the room but the darkness prevented me from determining where exactly they came from. I stumbled out of bed while doing everything I possibly could to protect my belly with my bare arms. They shivered against the cold of the now heavy and stressful night. I aimed my wobbly steps towards the bedroom door, or at least what I remember to be the direction of the door. Slight moonlight spears illuminated cracks between the floor boards and I tried my best to stay away from the loud and cascading sounds of grunts and growls as the walls of the room shook, bones and all.