Hello all! So this has been a story in my head for a couple days now, and I'm finally writing it down. To those that follow me on tumblr, you know this is the same thing I've been doing one-shots for, but now an actual story!

This story will be put on the backburner until Let's Make A Deal is finished. Until then this story won't be forgotten about, just not updated often.

Enjoy!~

Chapter 1: A Waltz

"Mabel, darling, come dance!" Pacifica called from the other side of the room. Mabel laughed at her friend, going to join her on the dance floor.

The blond-haired Northwest really knew how to throw the best parties, well, at least Mabel thought so. It was the young girl's twentieth birthday, and of course the young rich woman threw the biggest party one could imagine. Lights, dancing, food, and wine, of expected. The blonde wouldn't drink any other alcohol, even though she wasn't old enough to be drinking in the first place.

Mabel danced with her friend, laughing and long bright pink skirt trailing on the ground. It wouldn't be long before Pacifica's parents came out and put an end to the fun dancing Mabel loved, the dancing where elbows bumped and the music rocked through everyone's chest. It was as much as a tradition for Pacifica's parents to come and end the dancing as it was for Pacifica to throw the huge dances.

The old, more traditional couple loved stopping the dancing, and putting on the waltz. It was at that time that most of the younger kids left, not having the patience to sit through the dancing that was so boring to them. Mabel was normally one of them, disappearing the moment the strobe light went off and the violins started.

Yet this night Pacifica had made her promise to stay until the party ended. So for the night she had ditched her normal bright pink party sweaters for a long and formal gown, ready to play the part as Pacifica's parents started the waltz. Pacifica herself was wearing a long, formal gown, and from the looks of it they would be the only girls staying for the formal part of the night.

"Alright, kids. Party's over! Say goodnight to the birthday girl!" The DJ shouted waving to Pacifica as the lights flipped back on.

The young adults groaned, many wishing Pacifica a good night as they left. Mabel herself went over to the free bar, getting a glass of rich red wine. Personally, Mabel had never really been one for the taste. She preferred wine coolers and cocktails where you couldn't taste at the alcohol. Though, she could appreciate how good the wine was as she stood off to the side.

Seemingly in one swift movement the dance floor was taken away, and in it's place an orchestra came, setting their instruments down. Mabel glanced at her phone, checking the time. In less than ten minutes the dancefloor was cleared, Pacifica's parents were playing their part of gracious hosts, and the waltz was playing.

Mabel sipped at her wine, swaying against the wall. One, two, three, one, two, three… When was the last time she danced to the waltz? Mabel couldn't remember. She never danced to the waltz, she never danced to the formal dances.

"Would you care to dance?" A man asked her, offering a hand. His vest is blue and his eyes match it. Though Mabel has only ever seen white hair on Gideon before, and the man standing in front of her has obviously dyed it. His brown roots show through.

"No thanks." Mabel politely refused, sipping more wine out of her glass.

The man turned on his heel, obviously surprised by her refusal. Mabel had no desire to dance to the waltz, even if the guy was kind of cute. He needed to lose the white hair though, it reminded her too much of Gideon.

Pacifica's parents clear the floor, to congratulate the birthday girl and take a waltz for themselves. Mabel hardly managed to resist the urge to roll her eyes, with how proud they are. The couple danced, obvious hours of practice making their moves utter perfection. When it ends they bow and curtsy to each other, and head up the stairs, where they will watch over the crowd like the gods they think they are.

If it wasn't for the fact she promised Pacifica to behave, Mabel would have found a way to crash the party. This was just too _boring_ for her. Next time, Mabel is going to make sure she drags Dipper to this, because at least he'll be as awkward as she feels and she won't have to spend the night being a wallflower sipping wine.

"It doesn't suit a gorgeous flower like you to be stuck to the wall all night. Would you care to dance?" A deep voice asked her. Mabel doesn't resist the roll of the eyes that comes to her, swirling the wine in its glass. Her cheeks tint pink at the compliment though, and she turned to him, a denial waiting on her lips. All words stop as she glanced and met the man's eyes.

He's tall, almost lanky, but the way his jacket clings to his skin reveals the muscles that are just barely hiding underneath the surface. Longer than average blonde hair hangs down over one eye, which when Mabel looked a bit closer, she can tell is covered by an eyepatch. Embedded in the eyepatch is a golden stone, matching the iris of the eye that isn't covered. His entire presence demands acknowledgement, the way he holds his shoulders up and spine straight made him seem more like royalty than anything else.

The denial on her lips died there as he offered her a hand, and her gaze met the amber iris. He moved, offering her a gloved hand and an almost feral smirk on his lips. Mabel hesitated only a second before she placed her hand in his, and felt no heat rise from her palm. She could get lost in the gold of his eyes, and before she can blink he has suddenly swept her onto the dance floor. His smile shows a flash of teeth, and Mabel swore she could see sharp teeth, but then she blinked and it was gone.

The waltz plays, and the man never looked away from her, and Mabel neither from him. His hand is firm on her waist, his hold emanating power in a single touch. His long fingers hold her tightly, their chests almost brushing as she breathed.

"Tell me your name." He demands, eye gleaming in the light for a moment. In that brief moment, she was certain it flashed red, but then it was gone.

"Mabel." She breathed out, wondering why her voice was suddenly so soft. Mabel blinked for a moment, looking over his shoulder and out in the crowd. Why was she dancing? She didn't like this kind of dancing. Her steps faltered. The man gently steadied her, before his hand went to her chin, making her look back at him.

"Such a lovely name for the gorgeous wallflower. Don't look away from me, Mabel." He ordered her, voice like a purr, and Mabel can't help but nod. Why would she ever want to look away from him? He was gorgeous.

"Good girl. Name's Bill." He told her, spinning her as the dance called for it.

Before she can blink she's back to being pressed against his chest, the man still staring down at her. She hoped the song would never end, and she would be able to dance with him for forever.

"You're such a pretty thing. How would you like to come home with me, pet?" The waltz ended and Mabel found them on the edge of the dancefloor, tucked away in the corner.

The nickname irked her, making her twitch and pull away from him. "What?" Her head is beginning to pound, and his grip tightened as he kept her close, even as she tried to pull away. "I-I have to go meet my brother…" Her brother wasn't at the party though, but she needed to get away from the man. Every instinct was telling her to get away while she had the chance.

Bill grabbed her chin almost roughly, forcing her gaze to meet his. Instantly her headache disappears, and everything seemed right with the world. Why would it be such a bad thing to go with him? Mabel can't remember. All that mattered was going with him, looking at him. Bill smirked, long teeth showing a bit more clearly. Mabel practically ripped herself from his grip at the sight of those long fangs.

"Let me go!" She would have launched herself back if it wasn't for the fact he had a good hold on her already. Bill laughed, a big booming laugh that seemed to take up the whole room. Yet no one turned to the couple.

"It's been a long time since I've met a human who can do that." In a flash she was against the wall of the room, his arms trapping her but not actually touching her. "Look at me, Mabel."

The way he spoke her name sent a shiver down her spine. Dipper once told her of creatures that could gain power over a person through her name. Now she internally cursed herself for not paying better attention to him as the urge to look up at Bill grew. She twitched a little, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Mabel. Look at me." His voice is a bit rougher, Mabel can't resist anymore as her eyes fly open, looking over at him.

"Do you want to come with me, pet?" His voice is like a purr, and Mabel practically melts into the wall.

Why wouldn't she want to go with him? He's perfect. Mabel gives a shaky nod, unable to look away from his eyes. Bill's eyes suddenly turn to red, and his teeth seem much longer than she remembered. Mabel tried weakly to pull away, as he spun her away from the wall, making her back press against his front as he forced her to look out at the crowd.

"Say goodbye, pet." He murmured in her ear, before scooping her in his arms, and taking off and out of the mansion at lightning speeds.