(Thanks to @kendallh0422 for your suggestion awhile back)

How could this happen?

The sharpness of his fangs pressed lightly against the flesh of my neck. My body froze in terror. The classroom fell silent as less then half the class laid dead. With the other haft huddling in the corner, fearing for their lives. I was sure to be next among the dead.

"Come on kid, relax," the man chuckled against his skin. "It won't hurt a bit," he said. Feeling his smirk agents my neck, sent shivers up my spine.

Having my back turned to him as his teeth slowly pressed into me was frightening. But I wasn't afraid of pain, it was dying.

"I'm not afraid of you," I hissed passed my teeth.

Chuckling softly against the back of my neck, I could feel his smile, "Now that's a filthy lie, for such a beautiful—"

"Freeze! Let the boy go, Cipher!" A hunter yelled. The dark and lifeless feeling of the room was gone. Hope filled my classmates eyes, but I was still shivering out of fear. Shutting my eyes tight, awaiting my fate. Just waiting for his fangs to sink into my neck.

"Alright," he said, pulling his teeth away from my neck. Turning my head slightly, I opened my eyes to a dark smirk pulled on his lips. The red bloodlust which stains his eyes never left. "I was just having some fun with this one. I already satisfied my hunger," he chuckled darkly, pushing me forward to the hunters in front of us. "So I guess I have to leave now, huh?" He sarcastically joked as he shrugged his shoulders, tilting his head to the side. Eyes still locked on Me, his toothy grin, made my skin craw. His blood-lusting eyes locked on to my own.

"You're not going anywhere!" Ford yelled. "Fire!" He ordered.

"See you later. Pine tree," he spoke softly. As if one I was the only one listening.

Then, he disappointed. Before a gun was even shot. He was just, Gone?
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"Are you sure you're OK?" Mabel asked, handing Dipper his hot chocolate.

"Yeah, I'm fine. But it was a little scary," Dipper smiled.

"Yeah. He's lucky I wasn't there," Mabel sniffed. Crawling back under her blanket on the couch. "If I wasn't sick, he'd be dead! Ahaha— *cough *cough. Ah, dying, bleh," Mabel cheered.

"Haha," Dipper laughed along with her. "But I'm glad that you decided to sleep in today. I don't want you getting hurt," he said smiling. But it was a sad smile.

Staring down at the chocolate lava in his mug; it reminded him of the blood that stained the ground. How it hardened into a black crust on the flesh of the bodies that laid dead on the ground. How their opened flesh oozed with there's shredded organs, and gushing blood. With the famous Vampire, Cipher, laughing at his handy work— licking the blood off his long, cylinder fingers. Not missing a single drop with his snake-like tongue. His eyes locked in his next victim with a crazed look in his eyes like this was all a game. Like spilling the blood of teenagers was only a distraction from boredom for him. Nothing more, nothing less.

Blinking his eyes, Dipper came back to his own reality. Putting thee events from today behind him. Sighing softly, he took a sip from his mug.

'I wonder what blood tastes like?'
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Cold and dark. The night was lit with the peaceful light of the moon. Dipper couldn't help but stare at it's beauty. Closing his eyes, he took a breath, a slow breath, letting the sharpness of the frozen air fill his lungs.

"Well hello there, pine tree," a voice spoke with joy.

His eyes shot open, that once slow, blissful breath choked him as he stepped back— a gasp was muffled but his hands as he fell back, in fear.

"Easy there kid," the man said in shock. "Don't go hurting yourself after falling for me," he joked.

Looking up, Dipper froze at the sight of a beautiful figure with crystal blue eyes was lit by the moon, stood on his windowsill.

"Why— why are you here?" He asked in a whisper.

He chuckled. "Isn't obvious?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. "I'm here to see you," he liked his lips.

"And whys that?" He whispered softly as he crawl backwards.

"Aw now, don't crawl away from me. I just wanted to see you," he chuckled. His eyes turned red, his grin turned dark. "Are you going to let me in?" He asked, cocking a head to the side. Dipper choked on his breath, his mouth hung open. "Well?" He asked, his dark grin widened, and his eyes filled with lust.

Dipper's chest tightened, his breathing sharpened, his eyes hurt. His body shook, but he still wobbled to his feet. Slowly, he steps towards the window. His hand slowly reattached out for the man's. "That's a good boy," the man praised as he grabbed Dipper's. Jumping from the window, his heels clicked at they hit the wood softly. "Such a good boy," he whispers gently as he kneels down, he now healed Dipper's hand firmly in his own as the back of Dipper's hand to his lips— just barely ghosting over the skin.

Suddenly, Dipper snapped back to his senses. "What— what are you doing?!" He asked in shock. His face became red with embarrassment as he tried to rip his hand away.

But the man, this monster, held it tightly. "The names Bill Cipher, kid," he smirked agents the skin.

"I don't care about your name! Just let me go!" Dipper ordered, still helplessly trying to pull away from Bill's grasp.

"Now that's just rude," Bill hummed," even after I came all this way to met you," he pouted.

But that pout didn't last long as it turned back into a smirk. With his tongue licking the back, Dipper froze. His ears and neck strayed to redden. "Stop that," he whimpered. "Please," tears fell from he's eyes.

Bill payed no attention to Dipper's pleas as he turned his hand over, softly sucking on the fair skin. "Don't— don't you dare!" He yelled in a hushed tone. But it was to late, Bill had sunken his fangs into his wrist.

He gasped in pain as he dropped to his knees. His hand muffled his mouth as the gasps of pain turned to silent moans. Bill looked up from his meal in amusement. Pulling away gently, Bill made sure he didn't spill a single drop of the precious blood. "Oh, you like that?" He smirked.

"No! No, that's not true," he objected while rubbing his wrist. "And you lied," Dipper muttered.

"Hmm?" Bill leaned in closer to the boy," and what did I lie about?" He smirked.

"You said it wouldn't hurt," he muttered. "Now can you leave?"

"Pfft," Bill tried to contain his  laughter. "I think you misunderstood," his smile left his face. The lust grew in his eyes. Pushing Dipper to his back, he towered over the cowering teen's body. "I meant the sex," he smirked down at him. His eyes turned red, matching his lust.

"No— no I won't let you!" Dipper said in fear. Just as he was about to scream, his head went dizzy. His body became hot as he looked deeper and deeper into Bill's eyes. Everything went blank and fuzzy as he lost consciousness.
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Fangs sunk into the boy's neck as Bill thruster into the unconscious teen. "Ah!" Dipper moaned as he woke from his sleep. "What! What the hell are you doing!?" He scared in fear as an uneasy feeling swept over him. His hands gripped Bill's shoulders as Bill's teeth sunk deeper into his skin. "This! This is rape! You bastard! Stop!" Dipper cried out in fear. The sudden pain and pleasure mixing together was scary. "Stop it! Stop it please!" He scared. "Someone, please! Someone help me!" He screamed. Hoping, wishing for someone to come and help.

"No ones coming," Bill said coldly, staring down at his defenceless pray, his prize. 'Finally, he's mine,' Bill thought.

"What are you talking about!?" Dipper asked out in a pant.

"Have you note noticed? This is your new home," he chuckled darkly as he sunk his teeth into Dipper's shoulder with a crunch as at the same time he trusted in harder. Causing Dipper to scream out.

"So! So you're a murderer! Rapist!? And a kidnapper!?" He screamed as more bite marks were placed on his body just for the fun of it. "Wait! Wait! Wait! Stop that! What are you doing!?" He protested as he tried to stop Bill from bitting into his thigh. His fingers pulled on Bills gold locks helplessly. "Ow, ow, ow! Stop it! Stop it please! I'm begging you!" He cried into his palms. "I'm begging you! I'll— I'll do anything!" He sobbed.

"Is that so?" Be asked in a cocky tone. "Anything you say?"

"Yes! Yes! Anything, anything at all— just please! Please make it stop! It's to painful!" He sobbed uncontrollably. 'It hurts! It hurt so much. I want to stop— God, I want to stop! It's to painful!'

"Look at me," he spoke coldly, pulling Dipper's arms away from his face, revealing his mess of a face. But Bill thought it was adorable how he trembles, and cries over the smallest of things. "Become mine," he said simply.

"N—no," he whispered.

"Then I guess I can leave you like this for the next week," Bill said coldly, pulling out of him. "I'll tie you up, and lock you up like this until you obey me," he said coldly. "Or maybe, I'll kill that sister of yours. Or maybe I'll make her suffer the same way?" He chuckled coldly.

"No, wait!" He yelled, his shaky hands grabbed Bill's. Which was gripped his hips firmly. "Don't leave me like this," he turned his head away in shame," I'll take it back. Just— just please don't leave me like this. I'll do it," he whispered out softly like air it's self.

"Look me in the eye, and say that," he ordered. Gripping Dipper's chin, Bill's fingers dug into his tear stained cheeks. "Say it,"

Looking Bill in the eyes, Dipper eyes looked as if the life was sucked from them, like joy was never a feel he could feel. He looked empty. "I'll become yours," he said. His face was red, and tear fell from his eyes. "I'll become yours, so please don't hurt her," his voice was almost dead.

"Good boy," Bill kissed Dipper's lips gently. "Good boy," he said over and over again gently. His once rough touch, became gently and caring. "I'll take good care of you," he whispered agents. "Forever,"
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20 years. That's how long it's been scene Dipper was kidnapped and turned. Not once did he ever try to escape, nor did he ever not do want he was told.

"Pine tree, I'm back," Bill called from the door, dragging a large duffle bag behind him. Walking into the living room, he dropped the bag with a thud. "What's that there, pine tree?" He stopped, looking down at Dipper.

"I'm keeping it, if that's what you're asking," he said flatly, still reading his book.

"Your so mean. I was just asking why you have a cat?" Bill whined. Waking over to the other side of the couch, he got a good luck at the little thing.

"You won't let me have any friends, so I'm keeping him," Dipper said.

"Where'd, you find him?" Bill pet the cat's head.

"On the streets. I saw its mother die, so I decided to keep him," he answered, putting the book down. "What's in the bag?" He asked, turning back to the limp bag.

"It's dinner," he said cheerfully, back turning to it.

"What is it tonight, I hope it's not Chinese again," Dipper said, standing to his feet, cuddling the kitten close to his chest. Leaning down, he poked the bag, which made it twitch. "It's moving," he said coldly.

"It's just your imagination," Bill smiled as he unzipping the bag.

"What is that?" Dipper asked in disgust. "Is he a smoker?" He squinted his eyes at the passed out man.

"I think he's a drunk?"

"So you're trying to get me drunk?" Dipper asked flatly.

"Maybe," Bill joked. "Now. Let's eat," said happily as he was about to take a bit out his arm.

"Wait a minute," Dipper protested. "You always play with your food, and then there's a would smell for a week. It's gross," Dipper complains.

"you have no room to talk," Bill playfully shot back. "I see the way you eat. Slurping up organs like spaghetti, chewing on fingers, like chicken. Sucking on ribs. Are you trying to seduce me?" Bill smirked.

"In your dreams psycho,"

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