Red Drops (ON HIATUS)

Chapter 1

It had been raining all week, but today was really bad. Since you woke up and got ready the rain just hadn't stopped. You had made your way to town, running errands here and there, without an umbrella. That fact didn't bother you much, but the rain was picking up as you needed shelter quick. You make your way inside the library and greet the old lady at the front, with a simple smile. Her eyes light up at seeing you, and her face grows tender when she notices how soaked you are.

"Good morning, Mrs. Dianne" you said warmly, tucking your (h/l) hair behind your ear.

"Good morning to you too, (Y/N). Now look at you, you are soaked. Why don't you stay a bit until you are warm again?" She asked with the concern of a loving grandmother.

You two have been close since you were a kid. She use to give you shelter, in her fortress of books, whenever the bullies waited for you outside. Soon after, you two bonded and she gave you a part time job when you were a teen. After that your parents left and you made your life away from here. But coming back a few years later, you were a grown adult and she still regarded you as her grandchild.

"Don't tempt me, Mrs. Dianne, you know I would live here if I could. But afraid today is a very busy day,perhaps other time" you replied kindly and with a heartily smile.

"Well, dear I do hope you stay dry" she patted your shoulder lightly and turned around tucking her head under her table "Here's your book, it came in yesterday" you took the book.

"Thank you, Mrs. Dianne. I appreciate it so much" you held the book in your hands, inspecting the red leathery cover.

It had taken you a while to find it but once you did you bought it immediately. You said you goodbyes and put the book inside your bag coming out the library door. The rain had subsided to mere drops and you took this opportunity to walk back to your apartment. On your way, you lifted your face taking in the small rays of sunlight that managed to come through the thick clouds. He light rain drops combined with the warm light, made you smile and reminded you of your childhood. The way Derry has some beauty to it. The way things used to be, compared to now. The missing kids cases had decreased in a while,and you felt the town growing safer. But you spoke too soon. As you passed the line of stores you dismissed the missing person's poster. The way back to your small apartment was quiet, only listening to the wind and feeling he small droplets. Until out of nowhere the rain picked up and it started storming horribly. You had now choice but to ran to the nearest shelter. 29 Neibolt.

You ran up the creaky stairs and bursted inside closing the door behind you. The place was semi dark, vines were hanging from the ceiling and the air reeked of humidity and dust. Your eyes wandered around the main area. You have never been scared of this place unlike your classmates or friends. It felt like a nice place to read or explore. So that's what you did. You took you bag off and found a nice place to settle down. Waiting for the rain to settle down. Thunder and lighting lighted up the place through the old broken windows and the suddenness made you jump. You turned around facing the front door when it busted open and somebody came in closing it behind him as well. He adjusted his jacket, brushing his shoulders he turned to inspect the place. He was tall, his blonde hair was dripping wet and his blue eyes pierced the walls of the house until they stopped on you and widened. Your own eyes widened at his sight. His plum lips opened to speak but you spoke first.

"I...um, I am so sorry I didn't know this place was someone's. I'll leave as soon as the rain intensity lowers" you fidgeted with your fingers and fixed your eyes on his.

"No,no, no worries this old place is certainly deserted. I just didn't expect anybody here, least someone like you" he mumble the last phrase to himself and you felt awkward standing in his presence. As soon as his words left his mouth the storm outside turned more violent, trapping both of you.

"Well, I seems we might be stuck here for a while" his eyes wandered to the windows. "Um...might as well get to know each other, huh?"

"How dumb of me" you face palm and whispered to yourself. You approached him and extended your hand "I'm (Y/N), (Y/N) (l/N)"

He took you hand in his much larger one and lifted it up to his mouth, planting a soft kiss on it. "Such an honor, (Y/N), I'm Bill, Bill Denbrough"

"Nice meeting you, Mr. Denbrough" you replied retrieving your hand from his and smiled. You didn't want to admit it but even though your cheeks didn't blushed, there was a heat in your ears that said otherwise.

He smirked devilishly and proceeded to walk around the house. You saw it fit to sit down on the stairs while opening your bag and grabbing your book.

"So what brings a girl like you to a place like this, beside the rain of course" his voice sounded far meaning he was talking to you from inside the kitchen or the living room.

"I was walking by and decided to pay a visit to the ghosts, how about you?" You smile inspecting the book's cover still.

"What do you know about ghosts here?" he approached you with a new interest.

"I'm sure there are many ghost all over town, Mr. Denbrough"

"Haven't you heard the stories? This town is cursed, (Y/N). Stories about mass killings, child eating monsters. Stuff like that "

"Nonsense, superstitions, stories to scare children" you opened the book and inspected its contents suddenly forgetting there was someone else with you.

That someone made its way back to you and saw your frame through the stair bars. The object in your hands picked their interest and they walked closer, sitting beside you.

"What is that?" he asked, and for a moment there, you could've sworn his voice trembled a little.

You smile at his interest. "This is a journal. A family heirloom. It belonged to my family and their ancestors before them. My father exchange it for beer one night and we I lost it. But after a lot of searching I found it" your eyes lifted to see his only to be greeted with something thoroughly unexpected and terrifying.

He seemed scared of your story almost pale. His eyes no longer held the blue calmness and his breathing grew erratically.

"Are you alright?" You asked concerned.

He stood up, his back to you, and lifted one hand to his face. His behavior was worrisome to the point you stood up as well and started going ever so slowly up the stairs. He sighed sounding defeated.

"So it's you...it is you...huh"

"What are you talking about, Bill?" You started going up to the stairs quicker.

He turned around and his eyes were no longer blue but yellow and hellish. Your breath hitched and you ran upstairs as fast as you could.

Sorry if it's crappy. I'm starting this on limb cause why the hell not. Also it's my first xreader fic so bear with me please. Let me know what you guys think about it. 😁