A/N: I don't own Gravity Falls
Prologue: Blood Oath
New Orleans, 1866
Daniel Corduroy stood nervously outside of the mansion, he had traveled deep into bayou to come here and now all for his courage seemed to evaporate out of his body the moment he stood on the property. The former confederate soldier considered turning back right and leave this dreadful place, but he ceased those cowardice thoughts when he reminded himself that he was doing this for his suffering family and mentally prepared himself to come face to face with the owner of the mansion.
Suddenly, the mansion's front gate was slowly parted by an unseen force which allowed him entrance unto the grounds. The veteran let out a deep exhale in order to calm his nerves and keep his hand on his pistol he had tucked away in his pocket, even though he knew that his gun would be utterly useless against what resided inside the building. He made his way toward the mansion's front door, praying every step of the way that he would able to save his family and live to see it. Just as he reached the front door, it also opened by itself, letting him to step into a darkened room with only a few dimly lit candles to illuminate the area around him.
"Come inside or go away" a voice echoed throughout the mansion
The former solider began to sweat as the fear in his heart began to rise within him once more as he walked further into the building, not knowing if he would step out of here again. As he walked down the hallway, he looked at all the portraits of the owner of mansion and shuddered in fear at the sight of him. Soon he found himself in the mansion's living room where he found the owner standing in front of his fire place, dressed in bed robes with a glass of what he hoped was wine. The man slowly turned around to face Daniel, his dark gaze burning the war veteran soul to it'd very core as the older man gave him a small grin at his arrival.
"I knew you'd come here" the seemingly elderly man began "But before we continue this conversation, you are aware of what I am correct?"
"I-I am sir" Daniel stammered out
"You can relax, you are in no danger here" the man assured with a dark chuckle as he showed him his wine glass
"as you can see, I'm sated at the moment; now tell me, why have you come?"
"Well sir it's my wife you see, she's come down with an awful fever and my children are starting to feel sick as well" the former solider explained "And I was hoping that you could help my family?"
"Why would you want my help?" the old man inquired "I mean you must know who I am or rather what I am and my kind is not prone to saving lives"
"Y-yes I do, but I can't afford to see any doctors and I'm running out of options" Daniel replied while another chill ran down his spine
The old man nodded at the man's words, understanding his blight.
"You know Daniel, I sympathize with you" he began "You see I too was solider, except my battlefield was on the plans of Israel, fighting to take the holy city from what at the time I thought were unholy monsters, but ever since I became what am now; I have reached a certain...understanding of the world, so to speak"
"Then will you help me?" the desperate man asked
"Yes" the owner of the mansion answered simply
"Oh thank you Sir I-"
"But I will do this for a price" he continued sharply, cutting Daniel off
The former solider should've known that it would too easy to receive his help just like that, he should've taken into consideration that the man would want something into return for his services.
"What do you want from me?" he weakly asked
"As you may know, there certain are things I cannot do by day; such as guard myself" the mansions owner started to say "I need someone who can protect me during the daylight hours and dispense of my food after I'm done with it"
"If it means saving my family then I'll do it" Daniel stated "I am at your call"
"It won't be just you who will be in service of me Daniel" his new master furthered
"if you take this job then not only will you been indebted to me, but also your children and their children after and so on, in return I will not only save your family, but also provide for your future generations"
This was a difficult choice for Daniel, if he refused the old man's help then his wife and children would surly die, but if he did acceptance his terms he would focusing his children and his future grandchildren be forever in the service of a monster, however if he did make the deal he would still have a future bloodline.
"So Mr. Corduroy…do we have a deal?" the humanoid question with and outstretched hand
After mulling it over in his head for what seemed like ages, Daniel reached out and shook the creatures hand, feeling the cold dead touch of his new masters grasp as he did.
"Excellent choice" the old man thanked "Now take me to your home so that I may heal your family" the monster said
"then you and your family will begin packing your things"
"To live here sir?" the veteran absentmindedly questioned The bloodthirsty beast let out a small laugh, as if he had just been told a joke; this of course confused his new servant.
"No, you're going to be traveling with me to my new home" he corrected, letting out a snicker as he did "It has become too dangerous for me to live here as of late, it's only a matter of time before I have an angry mob at my doorstep"
"But where are we going?" Daniel furthered inquired
"West, northwest to be exact" The old monster explained "I'm headed out to the newly formed state of Oregon to start a new life and perhaps your family will prosper there as well"
With that the owner of the mansion made his way out of the room to get dressed into some more proper clothing to be seen in, leaving his new servant to mentally linger on the fact now his entire bloodline would be forever in service to Stanford Pines, the former vampire lord of New Orleans and his unholy brood.