Dipper cradled Wendy's cell phone in his hands. Mabel was peeking over his shoulder. "What are you doing?" she said. Dipper stared at the screen, trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing.
There were tons of calls and texts from Stan. Mabel had found Wendy's phone behind the counter after her shift ended. She was shocked at what she found.
"Transformation," Dipper muttered. He was scrolling through the texts. He stopped when the messages stopped. His fear had been confirmed. Wendy was definitely dangerous.
"What d'you think it means?" Mabel asked, plucking the phone from Dipper's hands. He hugged himself tightly.
"All I know is that Wendy's got a secret. And Grunkle Stan is in on it Mabel." Almost instinctively, Dipper pulled out the book he'd found in the woods one fateful day. He and Mabel flopped down on the floor of their attic bedroom.
They flipped through the pages stopping at anything that could give them clues. Mabel started to turn a page, but Dipper stopped her. "Wait, what's this?" he said.
The page was mostly blank except for a picture and a few poorly written notes and theories. The picture was of some people at a party. It looked like such a lame party to Mabel. "They're not even wearing anything sparkly!" she shouted. Dipper looked closer at the photo.
A dapper looking fellow in the background had a cup in one hand. His other arm looked like it was supposed to be around something. But there was nothing there. Dipper scratched his head. "Look Mabel," he said, pointing out what he'd found. Mabel stared at the picture and shrugged her shoulders.
"What do you think it means?" she said. The twins were baffled by the picture and decided to look at the notes.
Appears to be a female teenager.
Creature is not visible in photographs.
Becomes pale and almost translucent in bright sunlight.
Dipper didn't know what it meant. He and Mabel looked around for pictures of Wendy in the Mystery Shack. When they didn't find anything, they decided to ask Grunkle Stan.
"Why do you want a picture of Wendy?" he asked. Dipper tugged on the corner of his vest.
Mabel, sensing her brother's unease shouted out, "Scrapbookertunity!" Grunkle Stan patted Mabel on the head.
"I don't have any pictures of her, ya little dorks," he said.
The next day, Wendy came in late for her shift at the Mystery Shack. Dipper had given Mabel a disposable camera to get a picture of Wendy. She was setting up the register when Mabel came up to the counter. "Congratulations!" she yelled. She threw a handfull of confetti at Wendy who swatted it away.
"What's up kid?" said Wendy.
"You're the employee of the month!" Mabel exclaimed. "Come on, let's take you're picture." She grabbed Wendy's hand and pulled her away from the counter.
"Nah, I don't think so Mabel," Wendy said in protest. Mabel didn't hesitate to snap the pictures. She watched as Wendy shove her hands in front of the camera. "Mabel stop!" she shouted. Mabel had taken five shots, of Wendy who now had her hands completely over the lens. Mabel snapped one more.
"Thanks Wendy," she said. Mabel ran upstairs to Dipper. "I got them!" Dipper grabbed the Camera.
"Come on lets go get them developed." A few hours later, Dipper and Mabel had the prints. Dipper was anxious to open the envelope, but waited until he and Mabel were up in their room.
"Open it Dipper!" said Mabel excitedly. Dipper took the pictures out and held his breath as he looked at them. All he and Mabel could see was the Mystery Shack in the background.
Meanwhile, Wendy was anxiously waiting for her shift to end. She needed to get those pictures back from Mabel, or her secret would be blown. Wendy knew little about common vampire mythology, but she knew enough to try to control herself.
She hated the idea of killing humans, but she needed to if she wanted to survive. The longest she'd ever gone without hunting was a year. By the end of that year Wendy suffered horrible withdrawal. So she gave up and embraced her vampire nature.
She could go out in sunlight, but she needed to make sure that no one got close enough realize that she was almost see-through. Wendy had been a vampire long enough (312 years to be exact) to control her instincts. She knew how to fight the beast inside of her.
Cleaning the blood from Dipper's legs the other night was easy for her. She knew that if she hurt him, she'd never be able to move on. Wendy decided that he was too fragile to be with. She had to let him go.
As her alarm signaled the end of her shift, Wendy started toward the twins' bedroom. She was stopped in her tracks by Dipper and Mabel. They held up the pictures in which Wendy was invisible.
Dipper stared at her. "You've got some explaining to do."
A/N: Again sorry for the lack of DipperxWendy... This chapter was mostly fluff. Sorry it was short, but the next Chapter will be longer I promise! Keep the reviews coming! They always make me wanna write more :)