A/N: This chapter is a literal wall of text, so again, my condolences. My condolences also for the Soos fans out there, because I am certainly not one and it was fun writing his tragic death. That, and also the fact that I hate creating OCs for any reason so I just compensate for it by using minor or irrelevant background characters.

Enjoy

Pacifica waited in her Rolls Royce the entire night for motherfucking Soos to get off his shift. When he finally did, it was two in the morning and Pacifica has never had such a lazy victim before. She was almost going to give Soos a head start just to mock him as he ran.

Pacifica got him in the back of her car with chloroform wrapped around his mouth and nose. When she got home to her manor, she changed her clothing to nothing except merely a red T-shirt and put the stove on. She used her special pot and filled it with water and olive oil before setting it to boil. Pacifica watched until the first bubble rose and popped, then she went to retrieve Soos from the car outside.

Her torture-chamber was next to her bedroom, not hidden in any way but it always remained locked with a double bolt, no one given access to the dungeon other than her. Soos was strapped down before Pacifica lifted the cloth and brutally sucker-punched him, urging him to wake up faster. The man stirred and groaned from a heavy head.

"What—"

"Shut up." Pacifica growled. "Open your mouth."

Naturally, Soos kept his lips sealed and added a challenge for Pacifica. She retrieved one of many knives from her collection, a distinctive one resembling that of a small katana. It had jagged edges, made to ensure it would cut thoroughly through whatever subject it touched. Pacifica sliced Soos' closed lips with the knife and smirked as she watched him grimace in pain.

"Do you know why you're here, Soos?" She asked him rhetorically.

He couldn't shake his head or say anything, as he was already choking on his own saliva.

"You're here because I met someone today. Yesterday, actually. She is beautiful and I would like to know her better. Thing is, you were chatting her up too which isn't allowed, Soos. I don't like people touching my things."

Pacifica turned her back to pull out the tray of instruments she had collected over the years, humming a familiar tune as she picked up the scalpel. She rinsed it in alcohol and went back over to a squirming and sobbing Soos.

"Stop crying, you whiny bitch. You're supposed to be a man."

Cursing when she realised she had forgotten the customary apple, Pacifica left the room to check on the pot and grab one from her suspended fruit basket. She rushed back to Soos, the full-on hysterical man with tears and snot messing his face.

"Tell me," Pacifica strapped his wrist down, aiming for that section first. "What part of you wanted Mabel when you saw her?"

Pacifica dropped the scalpel for the katana, sharpened to a point where it was glimmering at any hint of light shown in its' vicinity and Pacifica's favourite instrument for times like these.

"Your dick?" She dragged the knife along his skin until it reached his pants.

"No?" Pacifica laughed humourlessly when she shifted the blade to his chest, digging in deeper so a couple drops of blood peak out at him. "Your heart?"

Pacifica dragged the length of the blade down Soos' torso again, leaving a crimson red gash in his wake. "Your soul?"

When she got to his throat, the overweight man started to thrash about. "Your mind, then? Is that it?"

Pacifica sighed and thought about making it quick for this poor little vulnerable man. She knew how to read and inspect people better than a psychic, and she could clearly vision him already living a mediocre lifestyle, so logically it would be no use for him to keep on going like this. Instead, she went back to Soos' wrist and she re-used the scalpel to slice a neat block.

"Were you looking forward to going home and just wanking in the shower to thoughts of her?" Pacifica bit her lip as she concentrated, ignoring the screeches coming from this blob of prey.

"You still live with your mother, don't you?" Pacifica shook her head, removing the skin skillfully to reveal the chunk of vibrant meat. "How pathetic."

Soos was a mess on the steel examination table under the harsh UV light shining on his face. The stubble on his chin was prickly and it scratched his baby skin. His bottom lip quivered as he succumbed to the most embarrassing reaction to fear.

"Fucking... really?" Pacifica said, voice as cold as ice. "Luckily for bed-wetters like you, I had a drain installed. For now you have to just lie there until decomposition renders you to nothing but unrecognisable dust and pollen."

Soos screwed his eyes shut as a second round of horrendous pain pierced through his body from his forearm. He screamed but Pacifica turned her radio up to some hardcore heavy metal band and nobody heard a thing. Pacifica removed a beautiful chunk of flesh from his arm, Soos having passed out long ago from the incredulous pain.

She slapped it on a plate, easily excited by the wet slurp it made and she cut a piece of her green apple with the bloodied knife so the prickly sweet taste of the apple was laced with the sour hint of blood DNA. Mixing it with her special dishes, she thought about two things: the first being what the hell she was going to do with Preston and the second being how she was going to entrap Mabel.

Pacifica knew she couldn't keep her father alive any longer, especially not after he had inadvertently discovered her decade-long secret. If the truth about Pacifica's killings were to come out, the non-beneficial backlash would fall more on him than on her. She would be interrogated with a motive to all of her killings, and it would be discovered she simply used them as a coping method for putting up with Preston's lifelong abuse of her and an enactment of all the homicidal fantasies she'd dreamed of inflicting on him. Murderous daughter and abusive father, headlines would speculate. The Northwest family would be scandalised and ruined forever. Pacifica would have rather wished she experienced pain than to have that ever happen.

Despite all of his begs and pleads that he wouldn't utter a word to a single soul, Pacifica knew better than to trust him. She knew exactly what type of father and what type of man in general he was. Trusting him would not only be a mistake, but incredibly idiotic on her part and the blonde was not an idiot. She knew that she had to eliminate him immediately, and she had to do it fast. The only problem Pacifica thought about was how exactly was she going to do it.

She pondered on that while eating the bloodied apple she'd cut combined with the meal she'd prepared. She then focused every part of her brain's attention on the little breathtaking brunette girl she now knew as Mabel. Mabel. Even mentally repeating the name in her head was just enough to give Pacifica sheer arousal. It was strange, because normally Mabel wasn't the type of girl Pacifica interested herself in; she was the perpendicular opposite. Bubbly, cheery, positive and eccentric; and most of Pacifica's lovers were pitiful one-night-stands Pacifica didn't care a single ounce to learn the name of. But Pacifica had a longing for Mabel that was too perplexing to even describe — she wanted to hold her, kiss her, and perform many obscene acts on her whilst the both of them were drunk and high, yet she also wanted to spoil and cherish her for as long as the two of them lived. The only thing she knew about it was that she obviously did not view or want Mabel as a one-night-stand. To predict what the future may hold, Pacifica decided to call her.

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Mabel was innocently sitting at the dinner table with her brother Dipper. He was droning on about some rigid parapsychology business he had preoccupied himself with, business that Mabel was not interested in and neglected to listen to because she was too busy thinking about her bizarre encounter with Pacifica. The girl was mysterious, strange, and oddly appealing — unlike any other girl she'd ever met before. Mabel had the eeriest urge to see Pacifica again; to find out what lied behind the barriers of this profound young girl. Mabel mentally cursed herself for not asking Pacifica about any of her contact information.

After three hours of pretending to be actually interested in whatever nerdy thing her brother was rambling on about — which involved a few mutterings of "hmm", "okay", "cool", and "yeah," in between every sentence, Mabel's metaphorical bell was saved when the telephone immediately rang. Dipper went to answer it but as always, Mabel stopped him because she had a little prediction on who the caller might be.

"Hello?" Mabel answered casually. Even with her back turned, she could feel a naturally suspicious Dipper watching her in the background.

"Mabel," that monotonous female voice answered. Hearing her own name come out of that voice, as well as Mabel's prediction being unexpectedly surprisingly correct sent chills down Mabel's spine.

"Pacifica?" Mabel whispered, quiet enough so that Dipper couldn't hear it, although she was hoping that Pacifica would. "How did you... get this number?"

"That's not any of your concern, Mabel. I also have your personal phone number as well as your address," a clearly disgruntled Pacifica said on the other end. "Is somebody there with you?"

"Nope," Mabel replied with a fake tone of enthusiasm.

"I can come over there right now and check for myself."

"I promise, it's just me and my younger brother."

Unfortunately, Dipper heard that remark. "I'm younger by five minutes, Mabel," he interrupted. "You really need to stop doing that, it's annoying and embarrassing."

Mabel blushed. "Alpha twin," she responded pseudo-enthusiastically before hurrying up to reply back to Pacifica.

She could hear Pacifica groaning on the other end before the blonde retorted: "Mabel," she said once again in that chilling tone, "I want you to drop by my house. Alone. Don't bring your brother or anyone else with you. You don't have a choice."

Mabel's heart rapidly started beating at the command, so much so that she was surprised she didn't immediately go into cardiac arrest. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am obviously sure," Pacifica's tone grew agitated and angry.

Mabel decided to stand up for herself, only a tad. "Honestly, if you weren't very attractive, I'd find the blatant stalking you're doing of me very creepy. Not that I don't find it creepy now but just a little less."

"I will text you the address on your personal phone," Pacifica said, ignoring her remark. "Arrive at the minimum, four, or there will be consequences."

A petrified Mabel nodded her head rapidly as if Pacifica could personally view her and abruptly hung up the receiver whilst a suspicious Dipper onlooked. Mabel quickly ran into the living room to retrieve her phone out of her bag, and sure enough, the notification for her text messages contained nothing but an address sent from an unknown number. Mabel saved the number in her contact list as "PNW" and pocketed the phone. Mabel headed for the front door when she was halted by her brother.

"Stop," Dipper stood in front of her with a concerned look on his face. "Who was that?"

"No one," Mabel replied.

"You're talking about stalking and you really think you're going to convince me nobody was on the other end? I want to know who that was and I want to know now, Mabel."

"It was just a joke," Mabel reassured. She hated lying to anyone, especially Dipper, and obviously as he pointed out, she knew she wasn't going to convincingly reassure him otherwise but in this case she knew whatever Pacifica needed was urgent and it was probably far too complicated for Dipper to handle. "I promise you, I'll be fine." Not awaiting Dipper's reaction to that, Mabel hurriedly shoved him out of the way and headed on out towards the address Pacifica sent.

Walking in the middle of the night alone on a dark path to meet a stranger wasn't a pleasurable but certainly not a terrifying experience for Mabel. She at one point had lived in the small town of Gravity Falls, located on the crevices of Oregon State and a town known for it's supernatural oddities, so naturally she was quite used to the creepy atmosphere. Gravity Falls, the name being as ironic as it was, was the town that had inspired her brother's nerdy little mind, and a town which held many traumatic but wonderful memories. Mabel would have loved to visit there again after spending nearly five years away, but she did enjoy the perks of her hometown in Piedmont as well.

After forty-five minutes of many failed attempts at finding the address, which resulted in more then ten houses in about three different neighbourhoods being disturbed by Mabel's trespassing (and further threatening to inform the authorities if she didn't scram immediately), Mabel stopped at a bench outside a desolated forest, tired and almost deciding to give up entirely. She took a temporary nightly rest on the bench, and she didn't know how long she had slept when she was jolted awake by a figure staring her down. The figure reached her hand out to Mabel, and the brunette, unable to recognise the figure in the moon's luminescence, took its' hand.

"Huh...?" Mabel said with a groggy voice. "Dipper? Did you follow me?! I told you not to—"

"Mabel," the voice said. "It's me." Mabel instantly recognised it; it was monotone and angry and most of all; unmistakable. Pacifica had found her, and she was most likely very annoyed that Mabel didn't show up on time.

"North— Pacifica, I'm... so sorry I was late!" Mabel was jolted awake and scrambling her brain trying to explain herself. "I kept getting lost, and I ended up halfway across the city and I just really needed to rest so I chose this bench—"

"Stop," Pacifica raised a hand and silenced her. "Even though I'm very disappointed that you failed to arrive on time, I'll at least give you effort for following my instructions in the first place. It would be quite a tragedy if you hadn't shown up at all."

"I'm sorry," Mabel said.

"I forgive you, but don't do it again next time." Pacifica responded. "This forest borders my manor, so you actually did come to the right place... in a way." Pacifica gripped Mabel's arm and led her into the woods. "Follow me."

"O-okay," Mabel stuttered. Taking Pacifica's lead, the two of them staggered throughout the bushy and deserted forest. Mabel wanted Pacifica to let go of her hand, not only because she thought she could handle walking on her own but also because Pacifica was slightly pulling on her wrist too hard. Mabel stayed quiet though, because she knew Pacifica was too domineering to let that happen.

Mabel peered up at the sky; despite it being fully night-time and dark as all hell, she could see the visage of clouds slowly start to appear near the crescent moon that was present this early morning. Mabel knew instinctively what these sightings meant: rain and thunder. It had been occurring for the last few weeks and most of the time it had been treacherous. Mabel mentally prayed for the storm to appear, because this meant that she could possibly stay the night with Pacifica. Unless Pacifica was cruel enough to leave her rotting alone in the blissful storms.

The moon illuminated on a sign embedded in a tree entitled 'NORTHWEST MANSION UP AHEAD' followed by an arrow leading in the direction of two different paths. Pacifica dragged Mabel into the second path leading up to a large hill and after fifteen minutes, the two women finally arrived at the large brick fence and metal gate surrounding an extremely large estate. Every square inch of the fence had vines implanted onto it, and the gate itself had the letters 'NW', symbolising Pacifica's surname, embroidered onto it.

"You live here?" Mabel said, gazing upon the giant mansion in awe.

"Of course. Did you think I lived in some dirty hovel or something?" Pacifica remarked while she opened the gate. Leading Mabel through it she said, "Also, be grateful that I actually risked leaving the gate open for you. I never do that with anyone."

Mabel nodded in response, and when she walked with the blonde inside the mansion, she just couldn't help but gasp and react towards treasure-trove of remarkable things she viewed all around her. Crystalline chandeliers, chocolate and cider fountains, wooden walls, and even a designed statue of Pacifica as a mermaid waiting in the corner. Not even five seconds passed, and Mabel had taken an instant liking to this place. To Mabel, Pacifica's life was enviable.

"This place is amazing. It almost reminds me of a haunted house," Mabel said enthusiastically.

"You have no idea," Pacifica joked. It was true, in a way. With the countless amount of people Pacifica had slaughtered at the base of this very manor, and the multiple people her family as a whole had inflicted bloodshed on for generations, the place had the potential to be haunted.

As Pacifica lovingly watched Mabel gaze around her home, she nearly caught herself staring and even smiling at how optimistic the brunette was, which, to Pacifica, felt absurd on her part. She attempted to snap out of the trance by offering Mabel a meal. "Are you hungry? Have you eaten yet?"

Pacifica felt even more embarrassed and regretted asking that, because this was the first concerning thing she's ever said to Mabel, and the first time the blonde was actually concerned about the well-being of anyone besides herself in general, let alone the brunette's.

"Sure," responded Mabel.

"I'll make you a meal," said Pacifica. She led Mabel into the kitchen, which, of course, was just as stunning as the rest of the manor's interior. The cupboards and dining set were made out of purely the finest brass, the silverware was imported, and most importantly Mabel felt like a queen throughout this entire ordeal.

Pacifica busied herself setting the table, remembering all the proper placements of the cutlery from when she was taught etiquette. Going to her wine rack she critically examined her vast collection, before selecting a particular favourite of hers, a vintage Cabernet Sauvignon that would go wonderfully with the meal. What made the very best thing about this kitchen experience in Pacifica's mind was how, in a few minutes, Mabel would be completely oblivious to the fact that she was about to consume the dismembered remains of the same disgraceful human being who had the audacity to flirt with her at the market. Whilst waiting for Mabel's unfortunately late arrival, Pacifica had seized her time by cooking Soos' remains after the murder and grinding his tissue, mixing it with the classic Northwest herb loaf.

As she draped a tea towel over the oven door, an ingrained habit from when her grandfather was teaching her to cook, Pacifica focused on bringing the soup starter to simmer before placing the homemade herb loaf in the oven and closing it. While this was going on, Pacifica decided to initiate conversation with Mabel.

"Do I scare you?" Pacifica asked, not an ounce of hesitation or respect for privacy in her voice. "My presence, I mean."

"Whatever you're cooking smells very nice," Mabel blew her side-fringe out of her face and looked in every direction other than Pacifica's.

The blonde waited.

"Uh... no, you don't scare me. Anymore, I mean."

"Why not?" Pacifica stepped as if she was trying to feed off Mabel's words as they came out.

"Are you trying to? You're very cryptic."

"Is that what you think?"

Mabel shrugged.

"I'm sorry." The words tasted bitter on Pacifica's tongue and surprised Mabel's ears. Pacifica's never apologised before, it was a weakness to her and Pacifica would have rather felt pain than felt the slightest inkling of weakness. "I'm not cryptic. You can ask me any question and I'll answer it."

"Okay, North... do you live here alone?" Mabel questioned.

"Yes," Pacifica replied in an instant. Contemplating on it, she realised that the answer was far from the truth but definitely far from a lie as well. She would be living in this manor alone, once Preston was oh so-suddenly taken care of.

"Who was that guy?" asked Mabel.

"The one that you saw me fighting with?"

"Yeah."

"My father," Pacifica said without a hint of tone in her voice. At least you told the truth this time, she thought to herself. However once she was finished with him, it was quite a shame she wouldn't even need to introduce him to Mabel.

"Oh my God..." Mabel said more to herself than to Pacifica.

"What?"

"I feel so awkward now. I thought that was your boyfriend or husband. I'm so, so sorry..." Mabel turned away and concealed her face, but Pacifica could interpret her like a mystery novel. She was quite clearly blushing, and seeing the brunette flushed with embarrassment made the blonde's day a little more satisfying.

"It's alright," Pacifica reassured. "Men aren't really that much of my deal. I'm more into girls."

Hearing that made Mabel's heart flitter with ease, and it gave her the mindset that perhaps, maybe she did have a potential chance ahead of her; a chance with this beautiful blonde girl who dared to step a foot inside her lonely world.

Mabel gazed speculatively at her until Pacifica blew out a loud breath and dropped the knife in her hand.

"Close your eyes." She instructed.

"But—"

"Close them."

Mabel pouted but obliged, her wet bottom lip sticking out as she waited. Pacifica forgot what she intended to do at first, she just stopped to stare at the childish girl in her kitchen with small hands and a wonderful mind. She reached out and instinctively brushed her finger along the protruding lip, making Mabel suck it back in along with a breath.

Pacifica memorised the little veins running along the pink lips, entranced by the fragile patience of this girl.

Snapping back to reality, Pacifica cleared her throat; she added finesse and took a moment extra to just brush Mabel's skin delicately.

"Do it." Mabel whispered and Pacifica felt the ghost air touch her mouth.

"Do what?" Pacifica held Mabel's neck in both her hands, not pressing but just touching sweetly.

"I know you want to kiss me. So do it."

Pacifica knew this was dangerous, a bit too dangerous. Wanting to kiss someone, just for the benefit of light affection was always a sign of emotion. Pacifica didn't want those. She was enraptured by a girl in high school and she wanted to know her better, make sure this girl had some flaws that Pacifica would utterly loathe. She was shown up when Mabel possessed no such traits, and Pacifica began to develop a consideration for this smaller woman.

"No." Pacifica pushed her away. "I don't."

Mabel looked at Pacifica in the eye. "Okay."

Pacifica peered at her through frosted vision of confusion and debatable envy. "What?"

"Okay."

"What's okay?"

"That you don't want to kiss me." Mabel was a little hurt but she reassured herself that the feeling would hopefully evaporate by tomorrow morning.

"But... don't you hate me?"

"For not wanting to kiss me? No, I don't. You find me unappealing, I can't force you to change your mind."

"You're not unappealing."

"Thanks." Mabel got up from her chair. "Means a lot."

Pacifica felt imbecilic. Mabel was openly willing to give her something she's wanted for days now, but Pacifica turned her down. Now Mabel wasn't going to believe her, and the blonde's fate at this moment in time was inevitable. She decided that, despite hating having to do it, she had to reveal the real reason why she brought Mabel here.

Pacifica gripped Mabel's arm just as she was about to open the screen door and exit. "Wait, Mabel... the truth is, I do want to kiss you."

Mabel's eyebrows raised and she scrunched her face. "Then why didn't you just do it—"

Pacifica cut Mabel's sentence off. "Not only that, but... I want to do other things with you."

Mabel's heart was pounding, repelling against the constricting walls of her ribcage. She was nervous, anxious and a little afraid all rolled into one fiasco. No one has ever told her they were going to throw her on a bed and do 'things' to her before, much less someone she barely knew. The envision of it made Mabel's cheeks light up and her mind race.

"Pacifica..."

"Before we do that, I have to show you something first. Come on." Pacifica grabbed Mabel's wrist and didn't bother assisting Mabel to get off the chair considering she had short legs that weren't touching the ground.

Leading her upstairs to the bathroom, Pacifica flipped on the light switch and never let go of the unfamiliar closure Mabel's hand-holding gives her.

"Sweet," Mabel looked around the room with a braceful smile on her face, never having had a tour of the cryptic apartment before.

Pacifica drew back the shower glass and revealed three taps. Hot. Cold. But there's one more.

"Chocolate milk?" Mabel teased after seeing the mysterious third tap. Pacifica didn't give a vocal answer in response, just a simple eye roll to preceed. Pacifica didn't understand this girl, but she desperately wanted to; and she wanted Mabel to understand her forbidden desires as well.

Finally releasing Mabel's hand after draining the final dose of comforting familiarity from the touch, Pacifica stepped into the wide shower section. Mabel looked on with many questions lingering in her fast-paced state of mind. She chewed the inside of her cheek, incidentally biting off the worn-out squamous tissue.

The tap that sat hooked between the hot and cold knobs was special, tinted black and only needed to be pulled out to function. Pacifica did that now with unafraid hands, but cautious fingers. The bigger part of her was a little worried, but the aggressive portion that took and claimed what it wanted at all costs set her at ease.

There was no steam when the shower gauge began to release liquid. Red liquid. Mabel's jaw ran agape and he involuntarily stepped toward the healthy spray out of pure curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat.

She stood staring at how the blood fell from the metal head to Pacifica's hair, enough to the point where it was being used as a temporary hair solution, before dripping down her body and getting washed down the drain. The glint in her eye was dark fascination, taken totally by this dicey invention.

"Blood." Mabel seemed to mouth the word with a surprised breath.

Pacifica shut off the tap and stared back at Mabel with contempt and interest. She was matted in blood, her hair felt caked to her skull but that didn't bother her. It was familiar, always able to soothe the raw nerve ends that drove her off a bridge. Something she's actually done in an old Ford Capri, but survived when a nosey passerby saved her. Pacifica thinks this is why that stranger gave her a chance she didn't deserve.

Mabel had her upper lip between her molars, biting in thought. The corner was sore now from being split open by rough prodding. The rest of her was calm, no twitching or forms of anxiety. That seemed to soften the blow to a bothered mind of Pacifica neither knew was there.

Pacifica closed her eyes when she told Mabel the whole truth, giving Mabel the chance to leave her without reluctance. Pacifica knew she would just run after her and keep her by force if she actually attempted to, but it's the sentiment that counts at this moment in time. Pacifica has never given up something she wanted before so it's blatant that she won't bloody start now.

"I murder people, Mabel." She started, her eyelids have dried to sandpaper but Pacifica felt nothing.

Mabel's eyes dart from the shower to Pacifica, boring into her soul and putting Pacifica on edge. Nobody has done that before and it provides her with a loud burst of energy.

Energy to step out of the non-slip tiled floor and cover the distance to Mabel, that's oddly decreased. She stood there for a short empty while, waiting for something to hit her in the face or heart.

Nothing happened and and Pacifica took in the softness of Mabel's iridescent green eyes. It's one of her top ten favourite colours. Pacifica reached out and touched Mabel's cheek, bloodied thumb and all. She left a streak on the smooth skin where she's touched, and she experimented further by brushing Mabel's feathery hair away from her eyes. More blood touched Mabel's forehead and left temple.

"Say something." Pacifica looked pained in her expression, the way she did in the supermarket. "Mabel. I said-"

"Do you now?" Mabel cut her off, having heard exactly what Pacifica confessed.

"Yes."

"So shouldn't you be showing me your lair and not your bathroom?"

Pacifica fought to keep her eyes closed even though she was certain Mabel was laughing softly at her. "I bathe in their blood."

"I saw."

"You don't believe me?" Pacifica tilted her head to the side, trying to deliver the same sinister expression she gave to all of her prey.

"No, I do."

"Then?"

"Is this your way of kicking me out? I'll leave if you—"

Pacifica kissed her with a hard, fervent mouth just to see if Mabel was genuine about this; her wet, rust and iron tasting lips crashing against Mabel's own. A kiss can tell a lot, if Mabel was hesitating or just straight-up pulling away. A kiss in time can speak in abundance, just like how time can heal what a kiss caused.

But there's none of the above. Mabel didn't get time to groan from the harsh bite to her bottom lip, and Pacifica seemed to lose herself just momentarily to this fantasy Mabel rendered in her world. Pacifica's arms formed barricades around Mabel's waist as she lifted her off the ground. She pried Mabel's thighs apart and made them wrap around her hips for balance.

All of Mabel's clothing got equally disturbed by the traces of others' blood that Pacifica's dabbed in. Neither noticed when Pacifica pressed her against the cool wall.

Mabel sighed when Pacifica's hand roamed around her entire upper body, shamelessly kneading the flesh through her sweater.

"I want you to believe me." Pacifica has never heard this kind of plea in her voice before, but she wanted the reciprocation of Mabel so bad that she was willing to do everything, including going against her own character.

"I do, Pacifica." Mabel said in such an innocent voice, and she pulled back to convey the truth in her eyes.

Pacifica held the basin with one hand and gripped Mabel's hip with the other. "Are you afraid?"

"You won't hurt me."

"Yes I will."

"You swore, Pacifica."

"Not in that way." Pacifica chuckled, already feeling at ease with Mabel with no false sense of security. "I'd never hurt you in that way."

Mabel's face suddenly scrunched up as she wiped islands of blood off Pacifica's neck and face. "Can you shower for real now?"

"Wait..."

"Uh-" Mabel was about to mention that she physically couldn't go anywhere, since Pacifica had her irreversibly pinned.

"What does that mean?"

"It means that you really don't smell your finest."

Pacifica thought she could finally nurture a sense of humour with Mabel being as bold as she was. "You're mine now?"

"Was that your objective?"

Pacifica nodded once only.

Mabel awkwardly slid onto the edge of the sink, legs crossed behind Pacifica's back and hands wandering the upper parts of the girl. She pressed her forehead to Pacifica's chest — fighting to ignore the less desirable stench — when the taller of the two placed her chin on Mabel's head. Mabel was tiny and she never felt just how drastic the difference was until now, curled around Pacifica's lanky frame like a monkey.

Pacifica's hated silence with another person all her life, pregnant pauses that held depth she couldn't reach. She clenched her jaw and tried to find the will to pull away.

"Mabel."

"Hmm?"

"You're mine now." It's decisive, no longer a question. The time for turning back — or the illusion of turning back — is long fucking over. "You cannot fucking run, Mabel."

"I have two legs, I'm pretty sure I can run."

Pacifica realised that she was going to have to get used to this customary sass that Mabel exuded by the gallon. "You run away from me, and I will find you again."

"Flattering."

But, like every other human being, Pacifica had a breaking point, and quite a very violent one. Mabel was making one too many poking jokes at her methods, and she wasn't going to stand for it.

A/N #2: Please inform me in the reviews section what you thought of this chapter. If you hate it, I'll just post the third chapter as an ending and close up shop (perfect opportunity since I am getting a bit bored with Gravity Falls anyway). But I do have a plot for this story and I'd like some feedback. I'm in dire need of it.