Chapter 10

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"Would you please eat, (Y/N)? You are making me regret giving you that book"

You stopped reading putting the book aside and sipping your soup. An idea came to mind. You started slurping on the spoonfuls that you brought to your mouth. For a while, Pennywise seemed uninterested in your mockery or annoyance and continued to do the dishes and so. But persistent as you were, you kept the charade on, until you saw him flinch, clearly annoyed. You did it one more time, and he turned abruptly, pointing his finger at you.

"You. Stop that" his face was angered and yours was alarmed at the suspecting motion.

You nodded and he turned around eyeing you from the tip of his eye as he kept drying the dishes. You ate normal for a while, but with a smirk you went and did it again. He turned around and you started laughing, almost wheezing and falling off the stool. When he saw the joyful noise coming out of you, his eyes no longer glared violently but instead they turned to their usual blue and he hid his smile behind your closed and tearing eyes.

"I am so sorry, Mr. Denbrough" you giggled "But I couldn't help it" you finished the soup and stood to wash the dish. A hand stopped you.

"Allow me, please"

"You've done a lot already, I wouldn't feel alright if you do it. You've cooked, washed the dishes and have taken care of me since the thing happened. I can do this one" with that small speech you gave him, he nodded and went to sit where you previously sat.

His eyes trailed your body carefully, he sniffed the air silently and got a hint of your scent. It was small like a hint of a pine tree forest on a cold and humid morning. The musk was entertaining and he longed to smell it a little bit more pungent. He came closer with the stealth of a cat and took a strand of your hair, unbeknownst to you, and he took another sniff at it, his eyes rolling back. You turned finishing with the dish and you clashed against him with a small gasp. The plate slipped your hand and fell, but in mid fall he caught it and gave it to you without giving you space.

"Your scent is so...relaxing, so enthralling" he grabbed your waist and this time the plate did fell and broke, but his entranced eyes didn't left yours.

"Mr. Denbrough, what are you doing?" your voice leaked discomfort; he brought his face to the crook of your neck and breathed and exhaled upon your wound. The breeze gave you chills, your limbs went numb and your heart beat increased greatly. "Allow me, to carry you and clean the mess" he whispered seductively to your ear and grabbed your body in his arms, carrying you to your bed.

He laid you down, you were dazed by his sulfuric yellow eyes and the tingles in your body from the touch of your wound. He went to leave, but was stopped by your small voice.

"Bill, may I have my book, please?" he nodded and gave it to you.

The door closed behind him. You took the book and sat up, back resting against the headboard. The red leather felt old beneath your fingers and it gave you a sense of adventure, the tomb raider kind. You opened it and flipped through the pages, eyeing the dates on the top left of the vintage stained pages. The ink hadn't faded and it was well preserved giving you the message, clear. You stopped upon a random page and decided to start reading that one.

Dear Diary ,                                                                                                                                                     April 4,1900

      I am aghast and beguiled . Today my eyes laid upon the face of  a resplendent  man. His mien denoted royalty  and in my  eagerness I approached him. He spotted me coming his way and like a gentleman took my hand and kissed it. Our small colloquy  spark an ardor inside my chest and consequently I ended up discomfited. I am incipient along side this Apollo, our juxtaposition when dancing inflamed the small ardor.  I revel in his intense gaze, this sanguine feeling cannot be sated and I cannot deny  my sodden undergarments which fills me with intense chagrin. This love seems pernicious, his beauty exacerbates this ordeal , but it does  sounds propitious. My parents will surely make me eschew from him but his erudition and voice are euphonious. Our stroll in the garden was placid.  I would like to promulgate my eternal love to him, however I am  zealous and he may not be mine.But what is true; his enchantment on me and my love for him is feigned.

Oh, merciful Father, let thy will be done.

You were eager to keep reading the apparent love story but your stomach said otherwise. Your body jumped before you asked the action and you ran towards the bathroom dropping in front of the toilet bowl. Intense pain took you over as you puked more blood and your insides felt on fire ans you swore you could even hear the sizzling. Tears came from the intense action and your head laid at the rim of the toilet.

"There, There sweets, everything's okay" out of nowhere the voice comforted you leaking mockery at its finest. His hand gently massaged your shoulder, making you realize the voice wasn't just an auditory hallucination, it was real.

You gasped and rose your head to quickly, gaining a heavy headache and dizziness. This made you laid unto the rim again. The opportunity was taken and the figure behind you chuckled darkly. He lowered himself to your sitting posture. His nose laid against the crook of your neck and he held your shoulders rather roughly. He sniffed and exhaled with a snort.

"So the kid marked ya, huh" you tried to wiggle out of his hold. So that's why he bit me, that's why I keep melting every time he touches the wound, you thought. "Nothin that cain't be fixed, ha, junior, always so eager. Hmm, he takes after his father after all. Well muscle up, buttercup, this ride's bout to get bumpy" he did a wheezy laugh and plunged his teeth unto your wound, making you scream and struggle against his hold. 



Sorry I took that long to write this one, had a minor writer's block, but all fixed, all fixed. Hope you liked it, comment and like to let me know. I found comments enlightening and amusing. Enjoy!!

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