Arrival (Pennywise x OC)

Chapter 5

Ana wanted to get out of the wife-killer's house as soon as she possibly could, the minutes that Pennywise had taken to eat his fill feeling like hours. She had stayed planted in the chair the entire time, her body shaking to the point that she didn't trust her legs to support her weight if she dared to stand up. The clown wandered downstairs after he was finished, and the first thing she noticed when he entered the room was the bright red blood covering his face and frilled collar. He approached her right away, coming to stand in front her and then bend down towards her face, and she shrunk away from him.

"Please," she said, turning away from the bodily fluid-smeared face that was inches away from her, "I can't."

"Just one little kiss?" Pennywise asked, pursing his lips together and pushing them out at her dramatically. A drop of blood dripped from his mouth and onto her lap. "We should celebrate our first hunt together!"

"I didn't do any hunting," she protested, and slid sideways off the chair so she could stand further away form him. She had to steady herself by gripping the table.

"Nonsense!" Pennywise chirped, beaming at her proudly. "From now on, this is a team effort, partner."

"So you want me to take credit? Is that it?" she asked, and felt herself sway a bit. Ever the attentive cosmic creature, Pennywise was by her side in a flash, his gloved hands going to her waist to steady her as her body threatened to go limp. "I need to get out of this house," she croaked, and her stomach was threatening to vacate the last meal she had consumed right onto the dead man's floor. Pennywise guided her towards the back door, and as soon as she hit the fresh air, her guts started to settle down.

"What do we do with the body?" she asked after she was somewhat sure that she wouldn't hurl as soon as she tried to speak.

"I'll bring it down to the sewers."

"How?"

"I'll carry it."

"What? Won't someone notice?"

Pennywise cocked an eyebrow at her question, and he started to emanate annoyance rather than haughtiness. "I do it all the time."

Ana sighed, nodding as she realized she should know as much. If the clown didn't want to be noticed as he carried a mangled corpse down the street, then no citizen of Derry was going to be able to see through the charade. What restarted the waves of nausea again, was when she pictured having to walk with him as he carried murdered Gene in his arms.

One sure thing that the two could count on was their constant fluctuation of emotions between them. As much as they quarreled, they always seemed to fall back into their routine of passionate make-up sex and then resume their ambiguous companionship. Ana could try to kid herself as much as she wanted to, but she could hardly deny that she had grown quite fond of the cosmic being, although if he ever brought it up directly she knew she would probably try to argue the point. She knew Pennywise enjoyed the familiarity of her being near as much as she did, and a part of her hoped that some day, they would be able to exist together in some sort of peaceful intimacy. The barrier to that, unfortunately for Ana, was that any of her negative feelings towards him were transparent, and it was always a gamble whether or not it threatened his swollen ego.

Today, Pennywise was not reacting well to her silent disapproval. As the dread of knowing she would have to see the fresh cadaver flooded her senses, he stomped back into the house without a word. She rolled her eyes at his childish behavior, but waited for him just the same, knowing it would be stupid to try and walk back to Neibolt house alone.

She heard his footsteps as he came back through the house, and the back door slammed open as he came outside. Ana averted her eyes when she glanced at the dead body in his arms, and he let a low growl.