PROLOGUE

SIXTH WEEK OF SUMMER OF 2012
GRAVITY FALLS, OREGON

It was night time, the sky was dark with a full moon illuminating the night, bathing the forest with its light. Not many people were out in the sleepy town of Gravity Falls, as it was late at night and everyone but a few was fast asleep.

Dipper Pines had been sitting on the roof, reading the second journal (after he begged Great Uncle Ford to let him read it), understanding, studying, and memorizing all the pages and the information in it when the ground shook, not so violently at first, but enough to took his attention away from the journal.

"What was that?" He questioned. He looked around, and his eyes settled on the woods. There was no moving shadows or the sort of thing, so it couldn't have been the creatures in the wood. It couldn't have been the portal underground too, since Great Uncle Ford had dismantled it. Well, 'destroy' would be a better choice of word.

Seeing as whatever happened didn't repeat itself, Dipper decided that it must have been his imagination, or hallucination. He must have been up too long and his mind and body were starting to get tired.

"Well, time to try to sleep then." He muttered rather reluctantly as he packed up the journal and his own notes. He stood up on the roof and was about to make way back to the attic when the ground shook again. 'Definitely not my imagination then.' He thought as he tried to balance himself.

It was rather hard to balance yourself when the ground was still shaking. Dipper held onto anything he could grab to help balanced himself as he cast a frantic glance at the forest. There was still no moving shadows, none that he could see anyway.

If the earthquake wasn't enough, something even weirder started to happen. From the cracks on the ground, reddish-purple light began to glow, getting brighter and brighter by each second. Dipper had to shut his eyes at the brightness for fear of being blinded by it.

'What the heck is even happening?' He questioned to himself, and began to theorize whatever was happening while reviewing back the information he had gained from the journals, see if there was anything about this from the information in he had.

Sadly, there was none.

Then there was a loud screech. Dipper was unsure where it came from, but it was very loud and very painful that when it died down, Dipper's ears were ringing.

But right when the screech stopped, the earthquake and the light died down. Dipper opened his eyes again, and was shocked to see that it was already morning.

"Wait, I thought it was just 11 PM when whatever happened, happened." Dipper said aloud to himself as he looked from side to side dazedly. "What the heck is going on here?" He was pretty sure he had asked this question many times within the span of he same hour.

Dipper stayed there for a few minutes, coming up with as many theories or possibilities that he could come up with before he decided to consult his Great Uncle about it.

The twelve years old boy entered the shack back through the window of the attic. Mabel wasn't in her bed, but strangely enough, it wasn't made. Mabel never left her bed messy and not made. Weird.

He put the journal and his laptop on his bed and took off his jacket. Then he went downstairs and entered the living room, only to trip on some of Mabel's unfinished art piece and somehow managed to get the scissors on the floor to slice his hand, no matter how shallowly.

"Why is Mabel so messy today? She never leave her art stuff lying on the floor like this." Dipper wondered as he took some tissue from the tissue box near the sofa and cleaned the blood, leaving a shallow cut. Blood was still coming out of it, but not as much. He pressed the tissue on the cut until he was sure the bleeding had stopped. He wiped he remaining blood away before he continued to the kitchen to find his family.

"Mabel, are you the-" Dipper was cut off when something,or rather someone jumped on him, pinned him to the floor, and took his wounded arm up. "H-hey! Let go of m- Mabel?" He asked, when he saw who attacked him.

"So... hungry..." Mabel muttered as she leaned closer towards the wound and opened her mouth. Dipper could see fangs on her mouth, fangs that were sinking into his wound and making it bleed again and oh God Mabel was drinking his blood!

Dipper started to get lightheaded as he lost more blood, and only one question echoed in his mind.

'Why is Mabel a vampire?'

Dipper closed his eyes, feeling his consciousness slipping away.

Little did he know that the next time he wake up, nothing will ever be simple anymore.

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: I reaaaally shouldn't start a new story, but plot bunny is a bitch that loves to torture me whenever and wherever. And plot bunny is teaming up with High School life and both are torturing me right now with ideas and assignments.

But well, enjoy this story, I guess? This story will get a hella complicated, seriously. I hope you can follow the plot, since it will be very confusing.

Stay tune for the first chapter!