Mi Luna

The Chase

Although he was still angry after losing the connection with the you, Pennywise's rational side started to take hold. He lay in the damp of the sewer and envisaged how a mere girl like you could make him lose control over himself. A sick dread knotted his stomach. "I could have killed her," he thought to himself. "Thank Gan* that I was not physically standing before her when I projected that dream; I could have killed her and more than likely would have. I lost my control over a dream that I created and would have ended her right then and there all because she boldly tested my jealously. How is such a thing possible? She is, after all, only human."

His puzzlement was quickly forgotten and raw hunger filled it's place. He needed to feed and soon. He had awoke from a 27 year snooze only a couple of weeks ago, and he hadn't fed nearly as much as he should. You were distracting him to the point he was going hungry. He found himself telepathically watching you more and more, because he could technically feed from your emotions. Still a nice meal, but not the hard sustenance he was looking for after his long fast. Pennywise let's out a deep sigh. "Time to try a change of tactics. I believe a new approach is needed here."

With that thought, he grins into the dark.

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You awake with a gasp, sweat covering your body, and you immediately reach over to hit the off button on your alarm clock. You never fancied that you could be so grateful to hear that aggravating chime. Unlike the previous dream with you in the woods, this dream does not fade away from your memory the instant you wake. Aside from his human form in the beginning of the dream, you are able to recall nearly every detail: the faceless party goers, the golden ballroom, your gown, and of course Pennywise turning into the clown. Recalling how his human form melted away into the clown's, you shudder. "What would have happened if my alarm hadn't gone off? I think he was gonna . . . bite me. Suck my blood or something. What kind of a fucked up dream is that?!" Never in all of your life had you determined your life was in serious peril, but the dream at the masquerade ball changed your mind. If the dream continued uninterrupted, could It have killed you? You were afraid and certain the answer was yes.

You sit up in bed, turn so your feet fall out of bed and dangle to the floor, and sit that way for a few minutes. You shiver despite being wrapped in a heavy comforter. Your clock reads 8:04AM, and you have your shift at the cafe at 9AM. While work is not your favorite place to be, you are grateful to be able to have somewhere to go at all as a distraction. You stand up, toss your blanket back on your bed, and unsteadily walk back to your bathroom in your birthday suit. The full morning light illuminates your bathroom and gives your a feeling of security. You falter a glance in the bathroom mirror and are relived to see nothing but your reflection. That eerie feeling you had earlier this morning is now gone, and you no longer feel as if you are being watched.

"What happens tonight when I sleep?" you mutter, speaking out loud to yourself. "Do I have to start being afraid to close my eyes at night in case I dream of the demented, killer clown?" You turn your shower on full hot and step in before the water gets warm. The cold water is a shock to your system but a welcome respite, and it helps you clear your head. Sighing, you lift an arm to the tiled wall of the shower and press your forehead against it. The water, now starting to get warm, sloshes over your shoulders and down your back. You wonder for a moment how you will get through the day without thinking about him, but know the real question is how you will survive the night should he decide to 'visit' you again. You grab some shampoo and squirt a dollop into your hands and begin washing your hair. The shampoo suds up nicely and soon you have a white trail of them trickling down the middle of your back. The lavender scent of your shampoo is relaxing and eases your nerves somewhat. Next, you wash off your body with a bar of lavender scented soap. You glide the bar of soap over your buttocks and wince slightly in pain. "What the–?" you say out loud.