"Wow!" Mabel exclaimed. "It's so bright!" Tambry's house was adorned with multiple flashing Christmas lights, changing color and patterns to the beat of the music. "Such sparkles!" Mabel said as she grabbed hold of her face. "I bet you could see it from the forest!"

"Definitely not," Dipper deadpanned. "This house is too far in the suburbs to be seen from anywhere but down the block."

The music thumped and wubbed from deep inside the house. The sight of dancing teens and adults was clearly visible from inside. Pacifica stood close to Dipper, shivering in the cold, but Mabel didn't notice. She could hardly contain her excitement, bouncing up and down with giddy and gleeful behavior. She tore down the front lawn and ran through the doorway into the mass of gyrating bodies.

Dipper and Pacifica stood outside for a moment longer, looking into the house. Pacifica was used to the type of party, but she could see the hesitation in Dipper's eyes. She playfully socked him in the arm and told him "It's gonna be fine. We will do this together, alright?"

Dipper smiled down at her, and with a sudden burst of courage, slipped his hand into hers. Her ears turned red and she felt heat spreading across her face, despite the lightly falling snow around her. Dipper nodded his head and looked back to the house. "Together." The walked inside hand in hand, unaware of the danger steadily approaching.

Sagi stepped out of the forest and onto the street. His bare feet tread lightly across the asphalt, each step careful, precise. Even in his human form, he was a monster. He stood at least seven foot, wide chest bulging through a shirt almost as dark as his skin. His muscles flexed and poised ready to launch his arrow. Pio stepped out, practically strutting onto the street, completely unguarded. His long black hair hung in his face, covering his pale skin. His lean stature was relaxed. His gaze wandered across the street, not focused on anything in particular.

"You really should be more on guard, Pio," Sagi complained. "What if someone shows up?"

Pio rolled his eyes and continued walking. "If you are so worried about getting caught, go and get the man walking down the street roughly 1513 meters away directly to your northeast. He is the only conscious living creature within the next 3000 meters until we reach the gathering."

Sagi was still impressed by Pio's power. He was truly one of the more powerful of his kind. Malicious and strong. A dangerous combination. Sagi began to make his way in the direction Pio had told him, ready for his first meal in a long time.

Toby Determined pulled the collar of his coat up, covering as much of his neck as possible. He shivered against the wind as the snow fell on his face. But he had to make it to this party. To document the going's on at one of the most popular hangout's would surely get him the due credit that he deserved. His career would take off. A breaking branch snapped Toby out of his thoughts.

"Hello?" Toby called out in a nasally whine. "Anyone there? Going to the massive party tonight? Maybe I can ask you a few questions."

A large man stepped out from the shadows. His black pants and dark shirt blended with his skin, so the man looked like a shadow stepping out of the darkness. Toby jumped and pulled out his camera. With a quick flash, the camera snapped a picture. That was the last act Toby ever performed.

Sagi charged, arrow locked on its target. Toby didn't see the arrow flash through the air, but he felt it connect with his windpipe. He fell to the ground with a thud. Sagi walked up to the dying man, and whispered to him "You will live with the stars now."

He placed his hand on Toby's wound, and the blood began to run up Sagi's fingers. The overwhelming urge to tear the dying man apart was running through Sagi's mind, but he learned to control the urges. He drained Toby dry, a shell of his former self. A light shone from Sagi's left eye, a pattern of dots and lines. He breathed in deep until the mark disappeared. He stood, feeling energized and relaxed. Perhaps Pio was right. Slinging his bow over his shoulder, he began to run for the Christmas Party.

Dipper was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people. He hadn't thought there were this many younger people in Gravity Falls to begin with. People drinking, dancing, and doing other unspeakable acts were all over the place. This was not Dipper's idea of a Christmas party. Considering Christmas was two weeks away, this seemed more like an excuse to throw a wild party.

The house was small, not anyone's idea for a huge house party, but people certainly crammed themselves into the tight space. Nobody wanted to miss out on this party. Tambry had sparsely decorated her home with Christmas ornaments. There was a punch bowl near the end of the living room. Dipper nudged Pacifica and tried to speak to her over the pounding music.

"What?" Pacifica shouted back. "I'm gonna go get us some drinks!" Dipper responded, pointing to the punch bowl. Pacifica smiled and nodded, squeezing his arm. He pushed and forced his way through the crowd. He stepped over a drunken teen, laying on the floor, playing an air guitar to a tune only he could hear. As Dipper walked back, he saw Pacifica surrounded by three guys. They were advancing on her in a way that she obviously did not like. Dipper clutched the glasses in his hands harder, the plastic begging to shatter. He forced his way through faster, pushing people and couples over. When he reached the guys going after Pacifica, he tapped the larger one on the shoulder. As soon as he turned around, Dipper splashed the drink in his face.

The teen's bleach blonde hair hung damp and soaked in the spiked punch. Without hesitation, the teen reared his arm back, ready to punch.

Dipper felt his body's nerves flare with the itch to run, but he couldn't leave Pacifica alone. He took the punch full on, his stomach cramping up. He gasped in pain, but remained standing. A wicked left hook connected with his face, and he stumbled back.

The teen stood over him with split knuckles. He went for a third and final punch, but before his fist connected, something grabbed his hand. Dipper was standing at his full height, spitting blood from his face. The music had stopped, and the area had been cleared as much as possible. He felt the teen's sticky blood mingling with his own. It made Dipper stand on edge, ready to fight back. He squeezed the teens hand until he felt bones break. What was this sensation? He had never been the physical type before. But this felt good. No. It felt great! He made a fist, ready to connect with the kid's face.

Pacifica grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. Dipper instantly calmed at her touch, and unclenched his fist. Pacifica looked at him curiously. "Thank you," she whispered, "for protecting me. But I'm fine, okay?" Dipper nodded.

"Well, this is unexpected!" shouted a voice from the front door, now hanging wide open. "I had no idea you would be here," the stranger said pointing directly at Dipper. His long hair hung in his face, his pale skin gleaming with wet snow. "Why don't you finish the pitiful mortal," the stranger began. The next thing he said hung in the air, echoing through the now silent house. All movement stopped. "Finish him, Brother."