(To those who didn't see my notification, this is the First Of Many December Specials)

Dipper and his sister Mabel arrive at dusk. The horse drawn carriage pulls up to the a large mansion, they have never seen before. Both Ford and Stan had been invited up there by Ford's old friend, Mr. Cipher, had asked them to stay for the winter as they assist in his work. He allowed him, and Mabel to stay for the passing cold, to spend time with their great uncles, though, both twins have never met, nor seen Mr. Cipher.

"Isn't beautiful, Dipper?!" Mabel cheers, taking a step out of the carriage. The heals of her knee high boots crunch in the snow.

A gloved hand rests gently on the bridge of the doorway as his boots hit the ground," it really is," he whispers gently, his breath forms in the chilling air. Brown eyes wide at the gorgeous house, hidden behind the dark oak engraved wood, with a gold trim. "It's lovely," he says, stepping onto the snow.

Slowly, the large door open, revealing a butler and five maids," Sir, madam," he bows, hand on his back as the we on bow with him." We will take your bags in, it is a pleasure to serve the family of master Ford," he says, stepping forward the teens. "May I?" He asks, with an extended hand for Mabel's bag, that hung on her shoulder.

A smile pulls on her lips as she shakes her head," sorry, this stays with me," she politely declines.

"Same here," Dipper says as the older man looks to him," we can't have you carry everything, and these stay with us," he explains with a nervous smile.

"Very well," he speaks coldly," fallow me," he says, turning a heal with his back turned to the twins.

As the enter passed the door, the room is lit with candles, tell in gold on the walls. The a soft pine floor with a red carpet. It truly is beautiful. They are led down the long halls, dressed with dark oak tables, and bushes with carefully trimmed branches. Paintings of dark animals, and creepy lakes and forest covers its wooden walls.

"This will be your room, and this will be yours," he pointed to the closed doors spread far apart down the hall. "Your bags will be placed in the room, which you will see after dinner," he says as he walks to the dining room.

"Buts it's only 7?" Mabel says, walking fast behind him." Right Dipper?"

"Yeah," he agrees.

A tried, and fed up sigh leaves the old man's wrinkled lips," the master has a lot of work to do, he can not waste all his time on getting to know children," he says as the doors open, revealing the dining room, with food placed on the wide table.

"Someone's grump," Mabel grumbles lowly as she elbows Dipper.

"Dipper, Mabel!" Stan calls out, standing to his feet with open arms. "I missed you two scamps," he chuckles.

Forgetting their manners, Dipper and Mabel race pass the butler, jumping into their great uncles arms." We missed you!" Mabel cheers, her arms tightening around the old man.

"Ahem," Ford coughs into his fist with cold eyes. Both Mabel and Dipper pull themselves off of their uncle, regaining their composure. A smile stretches across on his face as his rogue hands reach out for the teens heads, refuelling their fluffy, brown hair.

"Well well well," someone chuckles at the top of the stares," looks like the multiplied," he teases as he walks down the steps. A long tailcoat drapes behind him, a yellow vest rests over his chest, buttoned up nicely. And black slacks hugs him nicely as he walks. "Welcome to my home," he says, hand extending towards the twins.

"Hello!" Mabel cheers, her hand shaking his." Nice to meet you," says finally letting go. The man turns to Dipper, hand reaching for him. His blond hair falls into face, his eyes look gold in this candle light. Lips dry as he shacks Mr. Cipher's hands. Cold. His hands are cold. Freezing.

"Nice to meet you," Mr. Cipher coos," you too can call me Bill," he chirps as their hands untangle.

"Yes, Dipper and Mabel are our niece and nephew," Ford says.

"Well, shall we eat then?" Bills asks, already taking a seat. Everyone sat, but as Dipper is about to sit, Bill stops him," oh Dipper," he says, hands gestured for his to stop." My dear cousin, Pacifica sits there, how about you take. Seat next to me. I don't mind," coos, hand resting gently on the head of the chair, pulling it out for him."

A light blush dusts over his cheeks as he pushes the chair back in," oh um. It be my pleasure," he thanks as he sits next to him.

Suddenly, the door open, reviling a young girl with long blond hair, lit crystal eyes, and a baby purple dress trails behind her with a click of her heals. "My apologies. I got caught up in my studies," she excuses as she sits herself up in the chair, Dipper was previously stopped from sitting in.

*

The rest of the night went smoothly, Mabel and Pacifica got along well. Dipper, on the other hand, had an uneasy feeling coming from the man sitting next to him. He is attractive, and young. How he doesn't have a mistress yet, why? Dipper didn't know.

He cheeks were red the enter dinner, now he lays in the sheets of the warm bed. He could not sleep. Moving from his sheets, his top, lazily open, reviling his collarbone. Ravaging through his pack, Dipper pulls out his book. It is old and fade, too worn to be written in anymore. Opening up the doors to the balcony, his feet step into the freezing snow. A chill runs down his spine as he flips through the pages. The balcony connects to another room, though, he didn't know who's.

Stopping at a page, he reads aloud," once red lips, fall like rose petals. His body lays bare, snow powders his frozen cheek. I look, only for a moment. How I desperately urine to kiss the icy lips of the devil even though he is the biggest sin—"

"And the thorns of rose color lips pierce my left breast. It begs me to lean in, to kiss something so frozen," Bill finishes— leaving Dipper stunned, and embarrassed. Ears red. "I never took you for a fan of such a dark love story," Bill teases, stepping beside the boy, glancing into the pages of the worn book. "Such a tragic tale," he whispers, almost into Dipper's ear. "It's my favorite."

"Um, I—" he stutters.

Bill chuckles, moving closer to the boy," I do not mock you," he reassures the boy. "Please, do continue," he hushed gently, hand slipping around the boy's waist.

"Um, well," he stutters, before taking a deep breath. "So I lean," he says, glaring up at Bill for a second." His cracked lips, icy, froze— they touch mine," he says as Bill's hand tenderly cups the hand that holds the book, and leans cheek to cheek with Dipper. His skin is frozen.

"His lips warm. For the first time since I touched his skin, never once have I felt something so warm, but the claws that dug into my spine, tore my dress, still frozen," he says in a hush tone." As our once locked lips let go, his eyes glassy with fog.'you touched me,' he whispers, fangs baring."

"'I did,' I answer him," Dipper cuts off, snuggling closer, without realizing. "The icy hand on my hip, pulls me close. Silver fangs skin my neck, blood is drawn—" Dipper gasps. Bill lips touch his neck.

"Keep reading," he orders hushed, and hand griping his hip tightly. "Read."

A gulp sits in his throat, plus throbbing." I did not gasp, nor did I run. I let my love have his way with my body, it no longer belonged to me. I was—" Dipper stops, a silent scream escapes him as Bill bites down on his neck. He is speechless as the young man gulps down his blood. The book drops into the snow, and his hand fall to his side as Mr. Cipher pulls him in closer to his chest.

The fangs pull away from the flesh on Dipper's neck, yet his frozen lips still sat on the warm neck. "Delicious. You are truly divine," he praises softly to the teen as fingers lock with the hand that once held the book.

Tears cloud his wide eyes," why?" Dipper asks, voice trembling, body like stone." Your a— vampire?" He say, to afraid to pull away, but heart pounding in his chest, along with red cheeks.

Bill hums, holding the body tightly," indeed I am," gently he coos into the boys ear. "Why are you not pulling away? You can still fight," he questions.

"I—I don't know," Dipper stutters; still, he trembles in Bills grip.

Bill brings his and Dipper's locked fingers to his blood covered lips, kissing it sweetly." Shall I nibble you again?" He asks into the wrist. "Will you let me?" He smirks into the flesh into the wrist before bitting into the flesh. A whine left Dipper as his head falls back into Bill's shoulder, gasping. "Such a naughty boy," he slurs with blood lipping past his lips.

"A—ah!" Dipper gasps, knees giving way— falling into the snow on hands and knees wheezing. Blood drips both from his wrist and neck onto the pure snow.

"You poor dear," Bill coos, standing tall as a finger taps on his cheek. "You look adorable, but a beauty such as you, doesn't deserve to kneel, here, I'll help," he teases as he cradles the boy in his arms as while he walks back to his own room. Doors close behind them, blocking the wind and snow from entering the warm, snug room. Carefully, Bill places Dipper down onto the black sheets. Taking a step back, Bill looks down at the boy, and how lustful he looks. "Such a lustful child," he coos as he looms over him. The blood stained button up, that desperately hung from his shoulders with an open chest. So pale, so fare compared to his red cheeks and ears. Legs rubbing together, itching for something, and Bill knows what that something is.

"Please," Dipper moans softly," let me go— I won't say a word," he begs, fingers digging into the sleeves of Bill's shirt.

A dark chuckle leaves Bill, cupping Dipper's pink cheek." I know you won't, I believe you," he whispers, leaning down, lips touching the his own. Dipper, tired and already afraid, lashes out, pulling at the shoulders and legs kicking. His eyes shut tightly, whining into the kiss, begging to be let go.

Pulling away, Bill looks down at the boy, face red with a mix of anger, fear and lust. "You—you can't do that! It's- it's—" Dipper trails off, embarrassed, his face turned to the side, pink. His neck is bare, other then the gold chain around his neck with a cross and a pinetree charm hangs from it. Don't noticing it from before.

"Ah, I see now," he says coldly, his finger pulling gently at the chain." I know Ford doesn't have one, and Stan doesn't wear his, so I guess I jumped to conclusions," he tells himself, still tugging on the chain around Dipper's neck. "You look better without jewelry,"  he says darkly, yanking the necklace from the boy's neck as he let out a cry in pain as Bill did, and tosses the jewelry to the floor.

Fear fills Dipper's eyes, tears fill them as Bill pins him to the bed. "Please stop," he whimpers. Horror in his eyes as he pleads, but it isn't all fear. Lust was also hidden deep within the fear.

A dark smirk tugs at his lips, tongue licks across his lower lip, eyes filling with desire for the boy. For his old friends nephew. Who's blood tastes sweet, and warm like tea. "Let me have you," he coos; still, Dipper refuses to look at him, face red to ears and throat.

"I don't want that," Dipper sobs. Tears spill from his closed eyes.

Shifting closer,"don't lie to me," he whispers, claws pulling Dippers face towards him." Tell me the truth," he softly orders.

"No," Dipper says.

"You don't have a choice in the matter," he says coldly, kissing his lips again, and his hands slipping into his shirt. Dipper yanks at Bill's black button up, and legs tangles around his. He isn't pulling away, but giving in— slowly. "Good boy," Bill softly praises, hand pulling Dipper's out from his pants. "Your being so obedient now," he coos, tossing the pants to the floor with the gold cross. Dipper is being obedient, letting Bill roam his body. He did not fight, or try to flee. He was at Cipher's mercy, letting his body melt into the sheets and cold touch. He gasps as Bill's hand touches his ass, but he didn't stop or protest. "Calm yourself, Pinetree. I'll be gentle with you," he coos, sloping a finger in the entrance. "See, all is fine," he hushes, pushing deeper with his middle finger.

Dipper starts to breath, his chest raising and falling with his back arching, begging. "Bill," he whispers, tears in his eyes. "I'm afraid," he gasps, gripping the pillow his head rests on." I want this, but I don't want to be a sinner. What do I do?" He sods into his pillow as Bill slips another finger into him.

"It's okay to be afraid, I'll look after your body, I'll put peace to your mind, and I'll take responsibility for everything," he says in a soothing voice, lulling Dipper into a soft pleasure. Slipping the third finger in, Dipper lets out a moan, eyes fluttering open and close. "I'm going to look for something, please be passionate," he says, fingers moving around inside of the boy.

Moaning lowly, Dipper puts his hand on Bill's shoulder, letting the vampire have his way. Until, he gasps for no reason." What, was that!?" He asks panicked. Bill smiles, pushing against the same spot; consequently, Dipper moans out more.

"There," Bill says, pulling out his fingers. For a moment, Bill pumps himself with the slick from Dipper. It is big, massive. Dipper's eyes go wide,"it will up only hurt for a moment," Bill reassures, pressing into him. As Bill makes a swift trust, he bites down on Dipper's left shoulder, hand on the boys mouth— muffling the screams, the begs. "That's my good boy," Bill says, pulls away from the flesh of his shoulder, thumb resting on Dipper's tongue.

"Bill," he moans into the digit.

"That's it," Bill says.

"More."

"That's my little pinetree, give I to me,"