Gently, Bill's thumb rubs across Dipper's lower lip as he stares down at his handy work. The boy was so obedient earlier this night, and so lustful. His brown locks soft to the touch. The night is far from young now, and he is still only 16 after all.

A smile fades from his lips as he stands to his feet and hand pulls away from the boy's lip. His eyes cold and empty as he picks up the broken necklace from the floor and held it gently in his palm. Blankly, he stares at it, then with little to none effort, he crushes it as he walks back to the bed. "Such a silly boy, believing in a lie," he chuckles darkly, stuffing the crushed peace of gold in his pocket. "When I return, I'll make you mine for another night eve," he kisses the boy's forehead, before leaving the room.

As Bill walks down the dawn light hallway, he is met with one of his maids, cleaning the large windows. "Oh, master! Did you have a pleasing rest?" She chirps happily, bowing her head down.

"I didn't rest, I was to busy 'acquainting' myself with one of the guests," he says," that was quite pleasurable," he hums. "Get back to work now, I must speak to Ford now," he orders as he walks passed her. Slowly, he pushes the door open, meeting his old friend, working hard.

"My old friend. How are you this early morn?" He asks cheerfully.

Ford, tired and hard at work, looks up from his book in a book, that he is currently writing. "Tired," he says flatly.

"Nationality," he chuckles, sitting next to him. Picking up some loss papers, and a black, think quill to start fixing some tiredly written words." Truly, you are one of a kind, sixer," Bill chuckles.

"And your a monster that's fixated with humans and animals," Ford smiles softly, still writing tiredly in his notes.

"You got me there, my friend," Bill chuckles. Ford is unaware of what happened earlier, and because of the boy's pure heart, he's not going to tell, and he smiles at his hidden secret.

*

The bright light of the sun and pure snow is elegant outside. Dipper's face is pink throughout the beginning of breakfast after waking up in Bill's bed with memories of the perverse night before.

"How did you sleep last night, you too?" Ford asks, taking a bite of ham.

Mabel's face brightens, and smiles excitedly," oh! I slept great, but I got side tracked on time after speaking with Pacifica," she chirps while she looks at the blond girl, who is blushing softly.

"And you? Dipper?"

"Oh?! Um, I was up reading," he lies as he sneaks a quick peak at Bill, only turning away after getting a playful wink from the older man.

"You too should be sleeping. Your young, you don't want to be looking like me and sixer by the time your 20, do you?" Stan jokes, making everyone laugh along with him. No one notices Bill, greedily, and seductively licking his lips as looks at Dipper from across the table.

*

------(two weeks pass)------

Dipper sleeps softly in Bill's bed which he's been sleeping in since the first night. Bill's arm is wrapped around Dipper's waist as he reads a plump novel. No one noticed when Dipper came into Bill's room, or how comfortable the young teen became around Bill.

Dipper and his family will be leaving. Soon, too soon. Bill wishes the snow could just keep falling, and winter could stay. Closing the book, Bill places it next to the lamp on his night stand. A slow sigh leaves Bill, before pulling Dipper's sleeping form up against his bare chest. Closing his eyes, Bill takes a deep breath, falling into a perfect slumber.

Opening his eyes, Dipper had gone from his side. The sun is pecking through the white leased curtains. Slowly, the door opens. Hesitating, Dipper peeks into the room.

"Oh, your up," shyly he chirps, pushing the door open for him to fit through. He had a tray in his grasp. "I drought you breakfast." Waking over to the bed. He sets the tray down into Bill's lap.

"Wouldn't one of the servants just bring it up or have it ready for my?" Bill smirks with a raised brow.

Dipper's face turns red," I just wanted to so something nice, since I'm leaving soon," he says turning his face away, and his hands clasping together. Their shaking.

"Yes, that I know of." Bill smiles, placing the tray on the night stand. "Come here," he orders softly, his eyes turning red.

Dipper swallows, climbing into Bill's lap; his arms wrapped around Bill's neck. Slowly, Bill's hands rub circles on Dipper's back, making the boy moan softly as he burying his nose into the crock of Bill's neck.

"I don't want to leave," Dipper whispers.

"Then don't," Bill hums before kissing the boy's lips, pushing him to his back. Dipper's legs lock around his waist, humping against Bill's hips. Breaking the kiss, Bill pins Dipper down, hold his pinetree's arms above his head. "I'll make you mine," he demands, his fangs taking shape.

Dipper's chest rises and falls frantically,"I won't stop you," he breathes softly.

Bill smirks, darkly down at his property. "Then I'll never let you go. You'll Dover be by my side," he says. Dipper smiles.

Suddenly, Bill dips down, ravishing Dipper's neck, Bill didn't stop the screams the escapes Dipper's throat.

"Mine," he slurs, roughly kissing the flesh wound. "I won't allow you leave," he growls into the flesh.

"Yours," Dipper slurs. "Yes, yes, I'm all your," Dipper whimpers, stroking Bill's gold locks.

*

The fire roars. Bill sits in his arm chair. Reading.

"Master, a letter arrived for you," a maid spoke, handing him the letter before taking her leave.

Bill smiles. Ripping the envelope open.

"Bill, who is from?" Comes from behind. Soft hands rub Bills shoulders before the body slid into his lap, purring.

Bill hums," your family's coming to visit Pinetree," he says, running his fingers through the Dipper's hair.

"Again? Don't the want to do something different this year?" He asks, reading the note from Bill's hands.

Bill chuckles, kissing Dipper's temple." They miss you. The love you," he hushes.

"It's been three years," Dipper whines, pouting playfully. Suddenly, Dipper pulls the letter out from Bill's hands, now startling Bill. Licking his lips, Dipper's forehead touches Bills. "I'm hungry," he says, eyes turning red.

Bill smirks, loosening his tie," so am I," he coos.

----THEEND----