Michelle, Georgie, and Bill were walking down the street as Bill began to work on improving his speech impediment.

"He thrust's his fists against the p-p-posts..." Bill stopped in frustration.

"Deep breaths Bill you got this." Michelle encouraged. She looked at Bill as they slowly walked, Georgie walking in between them, one hand in Michelle's and one on Bill's bike. "You got it Bill!" Georgie told him.

Bill took a deep calming breath "He thrusts his fists against the post, and still insists he see's the g-g-g... shit!" "Language!" Michelle told him, she didn't care if he swore but she didn't want him swearing around Georgie.

"You almost had it Bill, it just takes more practice Bill, and you have to stop being so nervous about getting it right." Michelle told him as they pulled up to the Denbrough house. Bill went to put his bike into the garage, as Michelle pulled her keys out of her pocket. She unlocked the house, and Georgie ran in to put his backpack away, and put on his play clothes. Michelle walked into the kitchen after dropping her bag in the kitchen. She found a note on the fridge.

Michelle,

Zack and I are gone for the weekend to visit his sister and her new baby. I had done groceries for the week, we should be back Monday or Tuesday morning. We left he phone number by the telephone in case there's an emergency.

Love,

Auntie Sharon.

"Is that from M-M-Mom and Dad?" Bill asked as he entered the house.

"Yeah, she and your Dad are gone for the weekend to visit your Aunt and new cousin." Michelle explained as she crumpled up the note and threw it in the trash. It didn't come as a surprise to the children anymore. Sharon and Zack Denbrough weren't very attentive parents in the first place, yes, they loved their children, but they sucked a holding a nurturing environment. Often, they would be asking Michelle to look after the boys while they spontaneously went out for 'time to themselves' Michelle's father didn't help with the situation either. Frequently he had been making out of town business trips for weeks at a time, leaving Michelle to practically move in to the Denbrough guest bedroom. Of course, Zack and Sharon took advantage of the situation and would often leave for hours on end or even for a weekend, leaving Michelle to take care of the boy's giving a whole new definition of 'teen mom'.

At first the boys were bothered by it, but later realized that it was better being under Michelle's care. Despite her stern demeanor, she always showed the boys she cared whether it be helping with homework, helping Bill fix silver, or reading Georgie a bed time story for bed. She was always available for a hug, and always made sure they were taken care of and happy. She was more of a parent to them than their own, and it didn't end there. Often Richie, Ed, and Stan would come over to escape their overbearing parents. Slowly she became a caretaker and protector to the kids, and god help the poor soul who dared hurt her kids.

"Ok boys I'm making pasta for dinner, go do chores, I'll call you when it's ready."

She was sitting in a meadow, grass and flora towering over her as the sun warmed her skin. The meadow spreading for miles, the wind gently brushing the plants, giving a collective hush sound. It was a beautiful, peaceful place, and Michelle never wanted to leave.

Slowly she became aware of another person, their legs spread on the outside of hers, so that she was sitting in between them. She felt arms wrap around her chest and pull her towards them so that her back rested against their chest. Panic started to bubble in her chest but was quickly quelled by a calm that flushed over her.

She could feel the person tower over her, never looking at him always at the meadow, and felt plush lips press against her ear. "Are you comfortable my dear?" a smooth masculine voice asked. Michelle hummed a answer and closed her eyes, enjoying the comfort from the mystery man, and the warmth from the sun.

Slowly those lips moved from her ear down to her neck, pressing butterfly kisses along her neck. Michelle smiled at the sensation, tilting her neck away to give more room for the attention. Slowly the lips made there way to a specific spot on the side of Michelle's neck. He began to suck, nip, and worry at the spot, until a sharp nip drew blood. The pain brought Michelle out of the stupor she was in as he vigorously sucked at the spot he nipped at, taking as much blood as he can. Michelle tried to struggle out of his arms, but they tightened with an inhuman strength. Slowly the world around her faded, gone were the bright skies, warm sun, and the beautiful meadow, as they slowly morphed to the sewers. She struggled and fought, panic, and anger welling up in her more and more, until she felt something snapped. It was like a shock wave echoed through the sewers, pushing the man and Michelle away from each other, hard enough for her to impact the wall on the other side of the room.

Pennywise snapped out of his trance. He stared down at the girl below him, blood slowly trickling down her shoulder from his ministrations. In his long time on earth he had never met a human with such a power. A smile slowly stretched across his face as he giggled. He new there was something special about her, ever since he had first tasted her sweet blood.

Michelle woke that morning, the sun shining on her face from the window. She slowly stretched her arms out before retracting them after feeling a sore sensation on her shoulder. She slowly got up and made her way to the bathroom, and stood in front of the mirror. There was a massive blue and black bruise on the place where her shoulder and neck met. Michelle furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, hissing as she poked at the bruise.

These bruises began a month after the incident with her and Georgie, always on different points of her neck. Her Dad had taken her to get tested, if there was anything causing the bruises, but Doctors were baffled as well, concluding that maybe she just pinches herself in her sleep. Her father was baffled and angry, as the doctors had seemingly given up. So now it came to treating her bruises with home remedies, and pain killers from the pharmacy.

Michelle quickly covered herself with one of her Dad's band t-shirts, as the collar reached high enough to cover the bruise.