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Chapter 2: Treat

The vampire raced through the surrounding houses, the struggles of the girl in his arms went ignored. She was no match for his strength and power, and his hands grabbed hers as he moved through the town and through the woods, farther and farther away from Gravity Falls and to his home. This was almost too easy for him. If it wasn't for the fact she was pinned against his chest and still trying to fight, he might have just killed her without a thought.

Instead Bill did what he always did with his newest victims. The moment he entered his home, he put Mabel to sleep with a harsh utterance of her name and the simple command of 'sleep'. There were some things he hated about being a vampire, but the power it gave him was not one of them.

He looked down at the small girl in his arms. Such a tiny, fragile thing. He had about an hour before she would wake, unless he wanted to put her out for longer, which the vampire really didn't want to do. He strolled through the walls of his home, bringing her down to the basement and locking the door after him. Not that he had any fears she would be able to escape. He just loved the moment when they ran towards the door with hope in their eyes, only to have it crushed as they found it was locked.

He scrunched his nose at the smell that lingered in his basement. Rotting corpses, even ones that had been drained of their blood, did not smell good. He placed Mabel on the floor, ignoring the girls quiet murmurs, and grabbed some of the shackles that rested there. They would chain her wrists together, not that she would be able to fight much against him, but he liked to be prepared.

The girl was so small, and even with the pungent odor in the room, he could still smell the delicious aroma that wafted from her. It was what drew him to her in the first place, the smell of vanilla and spice that mixed so well together. He couldn't wait until she woke up and he could drink her blood. He was sure it would taste amazing with the extra dose of fear laced through it.

Once the hour mark hit, and she still didn't stir, Bill found himself growing impatient. He was normally willing to wait until his victim woke, finding that the moment when they blinked their eyes open and tried to find out where they were quite entertaining. Yet Bill hasn't eaten in a while, and the smell of her blood is simply intoxicating.

"Wake up, Mabel." He commands, staring intently at her. The girl shifted after a moment, eyes peeling open against her will to follow his command.

"Wha…" She trailed off, blinking up at him and jerking back. Bill chuckled a little as she looked around in fear, managing to slam her head against the wall in her efforts to try to get away from him.

"Hello, pet." He cooed darkly at her, hearing her pulse race. He just loved the adrenaline and fear pouring off her. "Don't you look delicious, with all that fear pouring off you."

He inched forward a little, laughing as she scrambled to her feet and bolted to the door. She jerked on the handle, but the door didn't budge, and Bill laughed louder as she looked down at the shackles on her wrists, trying to pry them off her wrists.

In less than a second he was behind her, grabbing her and making her chest press against his back while his hands wrapped around her wrists to keep the shackles in place. The girl in his arms seemed to be close to having a panic attack, with the way she was breathing.

"Oh, you didn't seem to mind me being this close at the party." He teased, turning them so she could gaze out at the remains of his former victims. She made a pained little noise, squirming in his arms.

"Get the hell off me! Let me go!" She cried out a moment later, still squirming against him. He held her wrists in a bruising grip, giving her not an inch of space between them.

"Now, why would I want to do that?" He purred, leaning down and pressing his face against her neck, opening his mouth and letting his teeth scrape against her neck. Just to give her a taste of what was about to come. "I'm perfectly content here." He didn't draw any blood yet, wanting to drag this out a little.

"I'm not! Get off!" She screamed the words out, jerking hard when she felt his teeth on her neck. "Stop!"

Bill vaguely notes that she hasn't once begged yet. That was a bit different. Not that he wasn't enjoying the fight she put up, even if she was no match for him. Normally by now his victims would be sobbing, begging and pleading for their lives. Bill liked her reaction a lot better.

"Now, now, pet. You really think you can get away? Look at them." He released one of her wrists to bring her gaze to the rotting corpses of his latest victims. "That's going to be you in a couple minutes. Do you really want to fight against the inevitable?"

His words just made her struggle more, much to his delight. "Yes! Let me go!"

"No." He doesn't give her a warning before he moved and bit deeply into her neck, making blood pool in his mouth. She tasted just like she smelled, vanilla and spices.

He didn't give her a moment to adjust to the searing pain in her neck before he was already drinking from her, sucking hard at her neck and wanting to bleed her dry. It's been centuries since he's tasted someone that tasted as good as she does. Mabel moaned in pain in his arms, still fighting weakly against him. While before it was cute, her struggles now are a bit annoying to him.

One of his arms wrapped around her, holding her arms to her chest and hardly giving her room to breathe. He doesn't want to kill her from suffocation though, he found out when he was a young vampire that blood doesn't taste the same from a dead body as much as it did from a live one. Keeping the victim alive for as long as possible was the best way to get the most blood from them. His other hand moved to tangle in her hair, tilting her head roughly and giving him more access to her neck.

Bill sucked more eagerly, nearing the point of no return. He was always able to tell when the last moment was, the moment when he had taken too much blood and their death was a certain thing. He had a couple more moments, and he held her a bit tighter, not wanting this to end. Her struggles were almost non existent, weak movements as he finally heard a broken sob escape from her lips.

"Please…" She murmured. Bill almost moaned, feeling the way her voice sent vibrations through her neck, and right through him. "S-Stop."

Her voice is so broken, filled with pain and tears she won't get to shed. Bill paused for a moment, not taking teeth out, but not drinking anymore. He has heard people beg and plead and sob for their miserable lives, but he has never heard such brokenness come from a single person before.

One more good gulp, and she'd be gone. He could end her life right now, and she would be powerless to stop him. There's nothing sweeter to him than the power of holding a life in his hand, knowing that in an instant, he could snuff it out like it was never there.

Then he got an idea. Why does she just have to be a treat? Why couldn't he keep her around? Blood, and good tasting blood, whenever he wanted. A pet to keep him company. Her life always in his hands, ready for him to snuff out the moment he got bored of her.

With his decision made, Bill removed his fangs from her neck, licking at the wound to close it up. She was deathly pale and trembling in his arms, but still breathing, however shallow. He chuckled a little, scooping the delicate human in his arms. Humans were so fragile, so breakable and fun to mess with. He didn't remove the chains from her arms, but he did unlock the door to the upper levels, quickly and easily carrying her up the stairs.

Bill doesn't feel comfortable leaving her alone by herself, not when she's so pale and he doesn't know how she'll react if she woke up alone. He carried her through the halls and into his room, placing her on the bed and under the covers. He can't remember much about his time being human, but he's sure that the way she's shaking isn't good.

After a moment of being under the covers, her shaking stopped. A second later he pulled her cuffed hands out from under the blankets, making sure they were secure on her wrists before moving and attaching them to the bedpost. Satisfied she wouldn't be going anywhere without him knowing, he rose, sitting on the end of the bed and waiting patiently for her to wake up. He had all the time in the world, to wait for his new pet to wake up.