re: Re: FF: IT; Chapter one -Six

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It's already written, I have several more parts ready to post, but the rest are still in with my beta reader.

>
> Aeris!!
> You have combined my favorite book with my favorite TV show!!! I love you!! excellent so far!! I like how you replaced Ben with Willow but would have preferred replacing Stan, I never did like his character. I curious how this will change things like how the kids get out of the sewers at the end?? you know what I'm talking about, silly-willy Bev's "skill". and the dynamics between Bev and Bill. Do I need to mention how the adults ended-up?? 'cause you know I figure once Willow accepts her feelings for Bec, admitting her feelings for Buff will be a piece of cake, er,,maybe pie:) anywho!!!!then when IT calls them all back, It'll be...oh nevermind I'll wait till you write it, you've done good with the re-write so far!!!:)
> Melinda
> aka
> SP. OPs. Panda Mel
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> Sent: Saturday, September 08, 2001 10:11 AM
> Subject: ::BuffyWantsWillow:: FF: IT; Chapter Six
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> 
> Title: IT 
> Chapter: Six/? 
> Rating: R 
> Spoilers: Up to and including the last season shown. 
> Beta Reader: Scotty Welles 
> Shadow Mage 
> 
> Summary: Alt-Buffy/IT verse and crossover. What if Willow was the 
> seventh member 
> of the choosen group instead of Ben. 
> 
> Disclaimer: Nope, don't belong to me. 
> 
> <><><><><><><> 
> Summer Of 1989 
> <><><><><><><> 
> 
> "Why are we here again?" Willow asked nervously from her place beside 
> Bill. 
> 
> "B-b-because I w-w-want t-t-to c-check u-under t-t-the p-p-p-porch." 
> 
> Willow cocked her head at him, quietly studying the young boy. It had 
> been five days since their run in with Henry at the Aladdin, and she'd 
> thought she was going to spend a nice peaceful day down in the Barrens, 
> but did she? No. Bill had to show up looking for Eddie, and when he 
> couldn't find him, he'd latched onto her to help him with a mission. 
> 
> Now, here they were standing in front of the house on Neibolt Street. 
> "You won't find anything. The hobo's probably long gone." 
> 
> "N-n-not i-i-i-if i-i-i-its t-t-the c-c-clown." 
> 
> "And if it is the clown, then what?" 
> 
> Bill clenched his jaw grimly. "T-t-t-then w-w-we k-k-kill i-i-it." 
> 
> "How?" 
> 
> Bill pulled a pistol from the waistband of his jeans. "I-i-i-it's 
> m-m-my D-d-dad's." 
> 
> "What if it's some sort of monster? The picture and balloons...none of 
> it's normal." 
> 
> "T-t-then w-w-we'll f-f-find s-s-some o-o-o-other w-w-w-way." 
> 
> Willow sighed as Bill started towards the house, and slowly followed 
> him. She had a very bad feeling about this whole thing. The kind of 
> feeling that you had when you knew you were facing your own death. She 
> watched wearily as he climbed under the porch. They weren't going to 
> just look, no matter how much Bill assured her. 
> 
> "Here goes nothing." She got down and crawled under the smelly porch. 
> Her hands crushed the splinters of wood and glass scattered across the 
> entire area under the porch. "Um, somehow I get the idea that whatever 
> did this isn't something we want to be messing with?" 
> 
> Bill looked over his shoulder at her. "I-I-I'm s-s-scared t-too, 
> b-b-but w-w-we h-h-h-have t-t-t-to d-d-do s-s-something." 
> 
> "If I didn't believe that I wouldn't be here." She slipped in beside 
> him to get a look at what used to be a window. The window frame was 
> now mostly gone, and the walls on all sides were bent outward like it 
> had been the victims of an explosion. "Let's go kill ourselves a 
> clown." 
> 
> Bill smiled grimly as he turned and lowered himself through the window. 
> When he stood back some in the dark basement, she went through. Her 
> Reeboks sneaker running shoes made soft crunches on the bits and pieces 
> of coal. 
> 
> Bill pulled the pistol from his belt, slinking carefully towards the 
> far coal stale. Willow stayed right behind him, grabbing a thick 
> broomstick as she passed. She pulled the heavy stick over her 
> shoulder, launching herself around the stale with Bill... 
> 
> Both relaxed slightly seeing that there was nothing but coal. "Well, 
> that was productive..." 
> 
> They both whirled around in fright as the tattered old wooden door at 
> the top of the basement stairs flung open, slamming into the wall and 
> causing layers of coal dust to fall on them. A deafening howl of rage 
> splintered the room, loud bands occupying each haired paw that banged 
> onto the stairs. They made out torn jeans on the furry thick legs, 
> tighter than should be possible. She could make out the thick 
> misshapen paws of the beast wearing a torn Derry High letterman jacket, 
> black and orange. Silver eyes scowled at them over his snarling 
> muzzle. 
> 
> Bill fired the gun at it, the suffocating smell of gunpowder filling 
> the basement as the bullet tore through the werewolf's head. It seemed 
> to laugh at them as it continued towards them, unaffected. 
> 
> She desperately scanned the room for a way out, the window they came 
> through too high off the ground for them to reach. "Bill, the coals! 
> Climb the coals!" 
> 
> "W-w-what?" 
> 
> Willow forcefully took the gun from him, ignoring the burn on her hand 
> from touching the barrel. "Climb the coals and get the damned 
> window open. NOW!!" 
> 
> She spun on the surprised werewolf and took a mincing step forward. 
> "You wanna mess with me? Huh? First you kill Bill's brother, then you 
> go on some homicidal rampage, and now you're screwing with our heads!" 
> 
> The werewolf growled low in its throat, making a noise somewhere 
> between human speech and a rapid dog going berserk. But it didn't 
> matter; she heard what it was saying clear as day. 'I'll kill you...' 
> 
> She smirked darkly as it jerked its head down at the loud click of the 
> hammer being drawn back. She raised the pistol up, the heaviness 
> resting naturally in her hands. She knew it had been ineffective when 
> Bill fired it, but that was because you couldn't hurt a werewolf with 
> regular bullets. Everyone knew that. No, she thought in a flash, what 
> you really needed was... 
> 
> She fired the gun, watching a brighter missile streaking across the 
> room, and taking dark pleasure in the squeal of pain the creature let 
> out. "The joy of silver bullets," she said with a grin. "Light, fast, 
> and they burn like hell." 
> 
> "C-c-c-come on!" Bill yelled at her. 
> 
> She scrambled up the coal and dived headfirst out of the open window, 
> rolling through the overgrown grass. She came up on her knees and held 
> the gun in front of her, watching the window patiently. The sound of 
> panting and coal falling alerted her. 
> 
> Once more she drove the hammer back and fired as its head appeared in 
> the window. "GO!!" she screamed, racing beside Bill towards his bike. 
> 
> 
> He jumped onto the ancient silver bike, three times his size, waiting 
> until she'd leaped onto the long rack over the rear tire before pushing 
> off. It wobbled dangerously as he gained speed, the bike cutting 
> neatly through the street. 
> 
> She chanced a look back and gulped back a scream at the enormous 
> werebeast raced after them. "Faster!!" 
> 
> Bill half stood, grunting in effort as he pedaled harder, turning 
> sharply off the street. She gripped his waist harder, breathing a sigh 
> of relief as the werewolf stopped at the corner like a dog at the end 
> of its chain, turning to disappear back into the shadows. 
> 
> "H-h-how-how'd y-y-y-y-you d-d-d-d-" Bill's exertions as he pedaled, 
> combined with his fear, were making him almost impossible to 
> understand. 
> 
> "Slow down," she told him, meaning both the bike and his speech. And 
> preferably his heart rate. 
> 
> He slowed, trying to breathe deeper. "H-h-how d-did y-y-you...d-d-do 
> th-that?" he got out at last. 
> 
> "Do what?" 
> 
> "Th-the b-b-b-b-" 
> 
> "Oh, the bullets?" Now that she had a second, that puzzled her, too. 
> "I dunno, I just thought about silver bullets, you know, like when 
> you're dreaming and you think of something you want, or someplace you'd 
> like to be, and you've got it, or you're there. I didn't have time to 
> think about it, or anything. Hey, maybe that means that if you try 
> hard enough, you can affect It based on whatever shape it takes. Like 
> if It uses your own fears to change into different things, then you can 
> fight those shapes the same way you fight your own fear. Wow, that's 
> useful to know, even if it does sound like a bad 'after school special' 
> moral or something..." 
> 
> Willow broke off, aware that she was babbling again. She'd just 
> learned something valuable, now if only she knew more about It or what 
> to do about It. 
> 
> 'I think it's time for some research.' 
> 
> <><><><><><><> 
> 
> Beverly closed the bathroom door, leaning against it to try and get a 
> grasp on her feelings. She loved her father, but she wished more than 
> anything he wasn't so violent. He was usually fine when he was sober, 
> but it was rare when he was. She couldn't wait until she could finally 
> get away from him. 
> 
> "Help me..." a faint voice whispered. 
> 
> She slowly approached the sink, staring at the drain. "Hello, is 
> someone there?" 
> 
> "Help me, Beverly..." 
> 
> She shivered at the babylike voice, which sounded as though it had just 
> started to learn to talk. A smell of death and sewers filled the room, 
> making her stomach tighten. "W-who's there?" She leaned closer to the 
> drain, listening for the voice again. 
> 
> "Come down and play with me, Bevy. I want to meet you, we all want to 
> meet you." 
> 
> She jerked back. There was something moving down there. She nervously 
> stared at the black hole, swearing she could see a clown down in there. 
> Almost like looking in one of those long kaleidoscopes at a picture. 
> 
> "Beverly, help me. It's so dark down here." The sobs of a baby echoed 
> out of the drain. 
> 
> "Who is this?" 
> 
> The voice sniffled. "Matthew Clemens. The mean ol' clown came and got 
> me, and brought me down here. He's going to come for you too, and 
> Willow, and Bill, and Eddie..." The voice gradually turned into the 
> Clown's. "...and Stan. And oh, do we float down here. Bevy, say 
> hello to old Billy boy for Georgie. He's having a swell time. He 
> practices his piano like a good boy, and one night when Bill is tucked 
> into his nice warm bed, Georgie will be there to shove piano wire into 
> his fucking eyes!!! Then I'll come after you and rip your head off 
> your shoulders and stuff your body into the blender." 
> 
> A dark red bubble poked out of the drain, growing bigger and bigger. 
> She took an unsteady step back as it burst, splattering blood over 
> everything, including her. 
> 
> "DADDDDDYYY!!!!" 
> 
> The door burst open as the tall, sickly, thin man swaggered into the 
> room, cold rage dripping from him. "What is it Bevy? What's 
> happened?" 
> 
> She pointed to the sink. "Don't you see...?" 
> 
> "See what? My god, girl, what the hell are you going on about? I was 
> in the middle of my baseball game." He grabbed the sink examining it, 
> his hands sliding over the slick blood. 
> 
> He couldn't see it. He couldn't see the blood... 
> 
> "I-i-it w-was a spider, daddy," she mumbled. "It must've gone back 
> down the drain." 
> 
> Her father lightly patted her cheek, and brushed his fingers through 
> her hair. "I worry 'bout you sometimes, Bevy. I worry a lot." He 
> left the bathroom. "Now you get on to bed, and don't give me no more 
> trouble, you hear?" 
> 
> "Yes, daddy." 
> 
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