Fight Beside Me Chapter 3Chapter 3
Dipper awoke early the next morning in the attic.
The space that he and his sister had shared was just as they left all those years ago. Only difference was this time around was that Mabel was nowhere in sight.
The young man had trouble sleeping that night for sure. The thought that his sister had disappeared was one thing; but the mere thought that his arch nemesis was responsible for that was what really got under his skin.
How could he let that monster snatch Mabel away? Why couldn't he have been able to help her when she needed him.
Dipper swore that if Bill laid even a finger on his sister, he would rip his eye out.
There was a knock on the door before Stan came in.
"Hey champ, you doing okay?" He asked, gently.
"I wish I was..." Dipper answered, quietly.
The old man sat on the bed.
"It wasn't your fault, Dipper... You didn't know... None of this knew..."
"But if I knew, I could've stopped Mabel from being taken."
"You don't know that Dipper." Stan explained. "The situat
The Night RoseThe last rays of the sun had set into the sky, leaving a sheet of black in it's wake. Everything was drowned in darkness, not even the stars shined tonight.
The forest landscape was silent as it was bathed within the darkness, but it was anything but vacant.
Within the darkness a tall blonde man, dressed was stalking through the thicket of trees, appearing to be on the hunt.
The man was looking for his next meal; and he wanted nothing but the best. Nothing but the sweet sweet taste of fresh warm blood.
In fact the man was not a man at all. He was actually a creature of the night looking for his next human prey; but he didn't want to just drink his victim of choice, he wanted to feel the excitement of the hunt. The sinister delight of seeing the look of terror as his meals tried to escape. To only have them accidently stumble across him; where he would slowly drain his victims, relishing the taste of their blood against his tongue. After all this time of his existence as the undead, he
It had only been three years since everything happened; but for the now sixteen year Mabel Pines, it may have just happened the night before.
Her eyes slowly opened on the early morning in late November. Everything around her was quiet. She was the first one to wake in the house.
Mabel pulls herself out of bed to shower and dress. She puts her shoes on and quietly creeps down the halls, but stops for a moment at one door.
She's about to knock on the door and call out to the inhabitant in the room, but stops herself when the present catches up with her.
The one she would be calling for would not be there. He would not be in the room at all. The room now belonged to a brand new college student that her father had taken under his wing. This room did not belong to the one she would call for anymore.
She brushed stray tears away as she remembered this and slowly climbed down the stairs and walked out the door.
During the last few years, Mabel had made it a ritual to go for early