Alternate version of Part 2 that I came up with after I'd posted the first, where things go down a bit differently. Changes take place about 3/4 though the fic.

Back in her room, Beryl stared in disbelief at the empty circle and the distinct lack of demon, who'd been solid in her arms just seconds ago. No, no, no! Why'd he leave?

Was it her? Did she…?

No, something went wrong, it had to be that! She's quoted Ravished by the Demon King, she'd used the right circle, done the right incantation…she must have needed a better sacrifice, so he could stay with her longer. Or he'd had a more powerful summons drag him away. That had to be it.

Or…maybe he was used to summoners trying to seduce him. She'd have to step up her game.

Besides, if he's wanted her to stop, well…he was a demon. He could have let her know she was unwanted easily enough!

She rubbed her arms, biting her lip as she remembered the feel of him under her hands, so solid and warm, and the feel of his mouth on hers, brief as it had been.

No, she wasn't going to give up until she got a good, proper taste of all of him.

Mabel had found out what happened, of course. Mabel always found out, somehow. (Then again, it had taken a while to recover from the whole thing and try to forget it. There was no such thing as demonic brain bleach, and drinking wouldn't get rid of the memory for Dipper. At least she waited until he recovered before teasing him about it and making light of the whole thing.)

"It wasn't funny, Mabel," Dipper repeated again, well aware that it was a chorus he had to repeat far too often for a demon.

"But Dipper," she laughed, skipping ahead of him to turn and walk backwards so she could see him. "She had roses. And candlelight. It was so romantic," she teased, fluttering her lashes.

Dipper groaned, fighting back a wave of faint nausea and irritation. "I don't know why I tell you anything…" he muttered, even as part of him knew exactly why. Louder, he said, "It was a week ago, can we just drop it already?"

Mabel pretended to think for a minute before chirping, "Nope!" She grinned brightly as Dipper groaned.

"I'll just be happy if it never happens again," Dipper muttered. Mabel laughed again, patting her brother's shoulder sympathetically.

At least whoever was summoning him this time had the decency to wait until after the kids were in bed. Triplets at bedtime needed all hands on deck, especially when they didn't particularly want to go to bed.

Not that his summoner would know that, but hey, call him five minutes earlier and he'd have been ready to screw them over as quickly as possible just so he could get out of there and back to the kids.

He took a deep breath as he formed inside the smoke, ready to boom out his usual entrance, and froze as he smelled roses.

A glance down at his feet found the scent was coming from a star made of roses instead of chalk inside the summoning circle.

Wait…not just a summoning circle, a binding circle too. One that he could break pretty easily, but it would take a half a minute at the very least. It felt, vaguely, as if the intention was to keep him from being called away from this summon rather than to force him to stay, but any binding circle was bad news.

Heart sinking, he slowly raised his head to look around, finding himself in the same bedroom as a week ago.

His summoner reclined on her bed, back in the gold nightgown and robe, propped up on one hand. There was a bowl schaped incense burner on the nightstand by her bed filled with something dried and dully green, and she leaned over to touch a match to it, setting it to smoking.

"Hello again, my Lord," she said. "Our rendezvous was cut tragically short the last time. I'm hoping my summoning has pleased you more this time, and that the second circle will help you to stay."

Oh, poop. "Look, I don't know why you're trying this, but…is that Yggdrasil herb you're burning?"

She smiled, and oh noooo now she was trying for seductive or smoldering or something but it wasn't right make it stooop no do not want.

"The book said you liked it," she said, and the emphasis she put on 'liked' made Dipper's stomach turn with nerves and dread. "And it made you…excited."

Okay really not okay with all of this what the hell was she even thinking? Dipper fumbled for words, silently grabbing the weak points in the binding circle and beginning to unravel it so he could get the heck out of Dodge. "So you were going to try and drug me? And then…" he faltered, suddenly unable to say the words, to put a name to what she'd tried to do and didn't even seem to realize the full impact of.

He had to force the next words out over the little voice in his head that demanded he make her p͜a̕y͏ for what she'd tried to do, try and make her understand, "Do you even have any idea how horrible that is? What you were…and going after a demon on top of that?"

It was getting hard to talk, since talking required air, and breathing meant taking in the smoke that was getting thicker by the minute, and he could feel the vague tingling in his hands and feet that meant it was starting to effect him.

Not good. Not good at all. He had to get out of here, before it really got to him! Mabel had teased him about it often enough for him to know just what he was like once he was high, and he was not going to let this…this kid take advantage of him while he was out of it!

While Alcor was talking, Beryl slid off the bed and walked silently to stand in front of him, separated only by the very edge of the circle, clasping her hands behind her back and looking at him with starry eyes.

She wanted to press against him again, see how far he would let her go this time, but she was waiting for the Yggdrasil to (hopefully) lower his barriers a little, at the least. She just hoped that this time maybe, just maybe, she might actually get a bit more than just a brief taste.

He really didn't seem happy about the Yggdrasil, though. A bit panicked, actually. Well, maybe that meant it was working, and he was worried over it.

His eyes had gone strange, the gold so wide it looked close to taking over his whole eye, and she stepped closer, both to see his eyes closer and to test how close he'd let her come.

Alcor actually looked a bit high, curling around himself a little, and she was really starting to wonder if the Yggdrasil was such a good idea after all. Suddenly feeling bold, Beryl reached across the circle and brushed her hand over the demon's cheek, a bit of his hair slipping across her fingers.

It was even softer than it looked, a feat she hadn't thought possible. He jerked away at her touch, looking up at her with wide, shocked eyes.

His mouth worked for a moment as she leaned closer. "Why do you keep doing this? This is the most outrageous…you have to stop! And the Yggdrasil, I don't even…"

He kept lecturing, but it was rambling and unfocused, and she stopped listening to the words, letting the sound of his voice wash over her instead. More sure of herself, Beryl stepped inside the circle to cup his face, running her fingers over his lips, and his lecturing sputtered to a stop.

She smiled at him invitingly, stepping back out of the circle and towards the bed. Gesturing, she coaxed him to follow, sitting on the edge and patting it invitingly. "Come, the bed is soft, and I long for you."

Dipper stared at her blankly, ears twitching as he gaped, the Yggdrasil making it hard to understand her. But the bed did look really, really soft…

Beryl gasped with joy when Alcor jumped onto her bed, but it turned to confusion when, instead of falling on her as she expected, he curled into a ball at the foot of it, kneading at the covers like a giant cat.

Maybe the book was wrong about the Yggdrasil…? Cautiously she reached out to touch, brushing her hand over his hair.

He opened one eye, and she bent closer, unsure what she was going to do now, her hand still tangled in his hair.

Apparently, he didn't appreciate that. She leaped away with a yelp as he hissed, a sudden, catlike noise no human throat could make. Missing her landing, she fell to the floor with a thump.

Alcor looked at her over the side of the bed, head cocked to the side as he considered her. She reached for him again, unsure if she was trying to calm him or what she was thinking, and his eyes narrowed.

Giving another little hiss and an irritated huff, he disappeared without so much as a puff of smoke, and she beat a fist against the floor.

The book lied, damn it!

Henry jumped when Dipper suddenly appeared in the living room and dropped to the floor on all fours.

Dipper was shaking his head, and his eyes were blown huge when he looked up at Henry, who sighed. Dipnip again.

Even with his experience of a doped up Dipper, he wasn't expecting Dipper to launch himself into his lap, whining and burying his face in Henry's stomach and curling up as tightly as he could around Henry.

He sounded like a kitten, really, a distressed one at that, so Henry hesitantly started stroking Dipper's hair. Dipper froze at the first touch before curling closer to Henry, still making that whining noise interlaced with little mews that sounded like he was trying to tell Henry something until the stroking got to him, slowly going limp across Henry's lap. (Mabel had given Henry that little hint before, about playing with Dipper's hair to knock him out. He was trying not to abuse it, but when Dipper sounded like that…)

Dipper could tell him everything once he was back to normal. For now, Henry didn't know why Dipper needed comforted, but he did, so it looked like he was going to be staying on the couch petting his brother like a cat for awhile.

Good thing he went to the bathroom before he sat down this time.