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Chapter 2

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BILL TOOK HER?!" Ford roared. "HOW IS STILL ALIVE?!"

"I don't know?!" Dipper cried. "All I know is that her friends claimed that they saw someone come from behind and grabbed her. They said it was hard to distinguish but they could see a glowing eye within the shadows; and from what I could gather it had to have been him. There's been no trace of Mabel or Bill since then. Maybe he took her back to the dreamscape."

The young man looked at three with tears falling from his eyes.

"Please... I need to find her... I can't leave her trapped wherever she is. She's probably so frightened." He begged.

Stan looked at his nephew.

"Don't worry, kiddo..." He said, gently. "We'll find her."

Ford sighed.

"Unfortunately... Since the journals have been destroyed, it's been going to be a lot more difficult to track Bill down. It's been years since we last saw him; so who knows what he's been doing or what the extent of his powers may be."

"I don't care! I'll do anything to get my sister back from that monster! God only knows what he wants with her!" Dipper cried.

Pacifica ran to him.

"Dipper... How about I... help you..." She said, blushing a little.

Dipper smiled sadly before placing a hand on her shoulder. The blush on the blonde's face was becoming brighter by the moment.

"Look Pacifica... I appreciate the offer, but it's too dangerous if you come. I don't want you to get hurt."

Pacifica glared.

"I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself! Besides I'm going to tag along whether you want me to or not...! I owe it to Mabel..." She finished, quietly.

Dipper was about say something when Stan started making puckering noises.

The two young adults stared at the old man while Ford glared.

"Stanley you are so immature it's not even funny."

"What...? Am I the only one who doesn't notice any romantic tension in the room?" The old man said.

Pacifica really wanted to punch Stan in the face. He really wasn't helping with her hidden feelings for Dipper.

"Honestly I don't think it would be such a bad thing if Pacifica were to tag along with you Dipper. Unfortunately I'm not as young as I used to be; and having a companion with you, would be a great benefit."

"Yeah... I can do a lot..." She smiled.

Dipper looked at her before he sighed.

"If you think it would help... Then I guess you and I are going to be searching for Mabel together."

Pacifica nodded nonchalantly while she was squealing to herself on the inside.

"But if we were able to defeat Bill, how was he able to return; and how did he retain his powers?" Dipper asked.

Ford looked down at the ground.

"That... I... honestly don't know... There must have been something I missed during all my research. The question is what was it?"

"You think maybe he had some sort of power or back up plan that you didn't know about?" Pacifica asked.

"Perhaps... Bill is quite clever... He managed to trick me for quite a long time."

"But then where would we find lost information. Everything you had on Bill is either what we already know or was destroyed." Dipper protested.

Pacifica's eyes lit up.

"Not quite... You see... At the manor, we have this huge library, maybe there's some old books about the supernatural there. Maybe there's something that can help us."

Dipper grinned.

"I never thought of that. Could you take me to the library?"

"Yes... I can..."

Ford handed the two walkie talkies.

"Here take these... We can maintain contact with them. I'll monitor your progress from my lab. You guys better get going. The sooner we find Mabel the better."

The two nodded as they ran out of the shack.

"And Stan... Just... Do what you normally do..."

Stan glared.

"I'll have you know that... Oh wait Duckective is coming on soon..."

Stan plopped into his chair and turned on the tv.

"Let me know when you need my left hook." He grinned.

"Oh I will..." Ford replied with sarcasm.

It was about a twenty minute drive to the Northwest manor. The ride was pretty much silent as Pacifica kept her eye on the road. She wanted so badly to break the ice between her and Dipper, but she found herself to scared to say a word. What if he got mad she was talking about romance at a time like this? What if he didn't even like her? What if he didn't want anything to do with her after this?

The young woman shook her thoughts away as she pulled inside the gate and parked her car in the garage.

She motioned Dipper to follow her as they walked inside the manor.

"Welcome back, Miss Pacifica." A maid said.

Pacifica nodded her head as she started to lead Dipper down the hallway to the library.

"I forgot how large this place was..." Dipper grinned.

"To me it seems so tiny..." Pacifica said, looking down. "To me it's a prison..."

"What...?" Dipper asked.

"Nothing... Nothing at all... Here's the library..."

Dipper walked inside to see a large room filled with dozens of shelves towering to the three story ceiling with books that possibly contained every subject and genre possible. Windows towered showing a viewing of the evergreens swaying in the autumn wind. A fireplace crackled with warmth; and dozens of comfy chairs and couches were neatly scattered around the room.

"Wow... I don't even think the library at my high school is this big." Dipper said in awe.

"Yeah well... We better start looking for books that can help us..."

The started looking around the room for some books when they heard footsteps coming from down the halls.

The stopped quickly when they saw Preston come into room.

"Pacifica... You didn't tell me you were going to be bringing a boy home." He said.

"Oh... Well... you see... It kinda was planned... Dipper's an old friend and I decided to invite over for a little bit."

"Dipper...?" He asked, confused.

"Yeah the same Dipper that helped you with that ghost..." The young man said, frowning.

"Yes... I remember.. Wait what's your last name again?"

"Pines..."

"Pines... Are you..."

"Yes... I'm..."

"Related to Charlie Pines...?"

Dipper stopped thinking he was going to ask if he was related to Stan.

"Yes... He's my father..." Dipper said, unnerved. "Why...?"

Preston suddenly became rather friendly before wrapping an arm around Dipper's shoulder.

"Ah Charlie... Fantastic man... Did a lot of business with his company. Quite the perfectionist."

"I should know..." Dipper laughed, bitterly.

"Dad we have some things to..."

"In a second, sweetie. We're talking..."

He focused his attention back on Dipper.

"How is your old man these days?"

"Same... Still doing what he does..."

"Ah Good old Charlie... I trust you will follow in his footsteps."

"I don't think business is my forte..." Dipper stated, coldly.

"I'm sure it is, young man... Perhaps you'll stay for dinner and we can discuss about a possible future that could be in store for you." Preston said, smiling coolly.

"I would rather not, thank you." Dipper bit his lip to keep himself from exploding. He needed to focus on his mission. His sister's life depended on it.

The older man grabbed his hand.

"Don't be shy, Dipper. I see a great possibility for you. I promise it won't take long..."

Dipper was about to protest but decided to indulge the man. He looked back at Pacifica as she only shrugged her shoulders.

I mean how long would it take?

Dipper was about to snap from his seat.

Preston had kept at the dinner table for almost three hours. Discussing all his business feats that he and his father had done over the years; and how the Northwest's had made a proud name for themselves.

Dipper was having none of it, he needed to get himself back to the library; but every time he and Pacifica tried to excuse themselves. The man would start another story going on and on. What was he trying to accomplish here?

"You know Dipper. As I said earlier, I think you have great potential in the business world, you could be as great as your father maybe even better and wealthy. I think I would like to take you under my wing."

"I don't think..."

"You're missing a great opportunity here, Dipper. I think it would make your father proud."

"No thank you..."

Preston sighed.

"Well... My offer still stands on the table should you change your mind."

He looked at the clock.

"Well I think it's time we got you home. Richard drive this young man home."

"But we needed to..."

Dipper didn't get a chance to finish as he was led away.

Pacifica huffed a little as she stared at her father.

"Dad... What was that...?" She asked.

"Just business dear... I have to say you picked quite a young man. No where near as rich as we are, but his father is quite a respectable man. Not like his uncle..."

"But Dad we were in the middle of things when you rudely interrupted." The young woman growled.

"Nonsense! You'll have plenty of time to spend with him. No if you'll excuse me... I'm going to do some laps in the pool before I head off to bed."

Pacifica angrily looked at her father.

"But Dad I..."

Her father pulled out the bell.

"What?!" He growled.

The young woman flinched.

"Nothing... I'm sorry.. Goodnight..."

She ran off to her room.

Preston watched her leave before the glare on his face changed to one of fear. His eyes darted around the room before he rushed off towards the pool. Occasionally glancing eyes at the tapestries on the wall.

He looked at the bell.

"I'm sorry Pacifica... But this is for your own good..."

Hmm something does not seem quite right. I wonder what it could be. Read and review