I do not own "Gravity Falls"

Talking

Dipper groaned as rolled over and attempted to rub his eyes, only to stop. More precise, he was stopped. He couldn't move because he was confined. Add to the fact that he didn't know were he was or how he got there, he did the most natural thing. He panicked.

"Where am I!?" He shouted as he thrashed around. "Let me out!"

"Stop shouting." A voice familiar ordered.

Dipper froze once he heard it, before turning to the source. There she was, right beside him. Dipper jumped at the close proximity of the vampire and almost knocked the lid off. Seeing that it would move, he made to free himself.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." She calmly advised. "Open that now, and you'll be burnt to a crisp by the sunlight."

"What?"

"You drank blood, the final step to becoming a vampire." She stated with pride.

And like that, Dipper's memories came flooding back. The thirst, the pulling back, the rejection and finally the satisfaction of blood filling him. That was it, he had done what he tried to avoid doing. He took the final leap and drank human blood. There was no going back for him now, he was doomed to wander the night, drinking blood to sustain himself.

Unless...His dark thoughts became a lot darker. The sun.

If he opened the confines he was in, he could end it all now. Himself, and her. He could save many lives. All he had to do was open the-He couldn't do it. As much as he wanted to, he wanted to live even more.

"Smart choice."

Dipper turned around and looked at her, really looked at her. Now that he wasn't running for his life or fighting, he could really take in her appearance.

Her hair was black, darker than the shadows that filled their spot. Her face had a savage beauty to it, like a feral woman. Her eyes were wide and he could see her red eyes that seemed to shine. Now that they were so close, he could see that while she was taller than him, she wasn't very tall herself. Maybe an inch or two shorter than Wendy. She was also thin, but not overly so.

"I'm glad that you like my appearance, but don't grow attached to it." She advised. "It's only how I wish to look for now."

Now he realized he had been staring and she caught him. Rather than be embarrassed, he decided to finally try and get some answers from him.

"Who are you?" Dipper finally asked.

"Lamashtu."

Dipper paused, having not expecting her to answer so directly. She chuckled when she saw his bewildered face.

"We're going to be here a while, you might as well get to know me." She stated.

"...Do you-"

"I already know everything about you." Lamashtu answered with a smile.

The vampire then leaned in and whispered something Dipper hadn't heard all Summer. Honestly, he hadn't heard it muttered in longer, since his parents and even Mabel had taken to calling him Dipper. She had spoke his name.

"H-How do you know that?" Dipper asked.

"It's in your blood." She answered. "Everything you are is locked away in every little drop. Your history, your secrets, your dreams." She then leaned in and whispered. "Even your desires." Dipper froze at her statement as she leaned back. "It's one of the reasons why I spared you."

"Wh-why?" Dipper asked nervously. "What're you going to do with me?"

"Nothing." Lamashtu answered. "It's already done."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you Dipper, but there's no grand plan." She stated with a simple shrug. "I am not a good person, but I am also not an evil one. Not anymore. No plans to conquer the world or bringing peace to it."

"Then what about me?"

"You're a vampire, one worthy of the gift." She shrugged. "Do what you will."

Dipper couldn't help but snort at that. "Gift?"

"You're stronger and faster than you could ever hope to be as a human." She began tensely. "You're blessed with abilities you've envied the other creatures for having and more. You've always loved the unnatural, and now you're apart of it."

"Now I'll outlive everyone I care about."

"Then change them!" She snapped. "Too often I hear an immortal complain of eternal life, through either boredom or sorrow! Life, even an eternal one, is one worth living! If they truly care for you as you do for them, then don't outlive them!"

Dipper recoiled from her rant, more from her advice than her anger. He hadn't considered changing anyone. He had thought that doing so, making a person...not human, would be a terrible thing. But if he could spend eternity with his friends and family, was it so bad?

"What about...what about the ones I bit?"

"They are yours." Lamashtu answered, seemingly calm. "At least until you send them off to start their own brood."

"Can I turn them back?" Dipper asked. This gave him a sliver of hope.

"Yes." She answered as she placed a hand onto his heart. "All you have to do is let them pierce your heart with a wooden stake before they consume the blood of another human."

Dipper paled at that. He wanted to help them, to make up for what he did, but he didn't want to die. But was he being selfish? He had basically robbed them of their lives-

Maybe it won't be so bad. He thought. Lamashtu said it was a gift. He tried persuading himself, but it was a weak attempt at best.

He was, thankfully, taken from his thoughts by the ringing of his cellphone signalling a text. Eager for a change in topic, Dipper opened his phone. The light filled the coffin, hurting his eyes.

There were a series of missed texts from three people. He wasn't looking forward to speaking to any of them.

The first was Wendy.

We need to talk.

Where are you?

I'll find you.

There were also a few from Mabel.

Dipper, Wendy's looking for you.

MMM, What did you do? ;)

What did you do? :(

Not funny brobro, where are you? :(

:( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :(: (: (: (:( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :(

...It went on like that for awhile.

There was even one from Grunkle Stan.

I see you have an angry woman after you. And a redhead, I'm impressed. Here's some advice, -RUN! Run and don't admit to anything!

Dipper shook his head at his Grunkle's antics. He actually wished that running was an option. At least he could get away from it, but there was no getting away from this.

The most recent text was from the last person he expected, but shouldn't have surprised him. It was Pacifica. He owed her an explanation as well.

Can we talk?

Short and simple, though he doubted his encounter with her will go that easily.

I hope she doesn't make me pay for all of those dead Peacocks. Dipper thought. He had made the inner joke to ease his mind, but he had no doubt that she would try and make him do so.

Dipper decided to bite the bullet and replied to Wendy, he owed her the biggest explanation. He'd try and sort things out with the blond, but he had to start with his friend.

With more effort than he'd realized, Dipper sent a message to Wendy.

Can you meet me at the diner?

When Dipper was shocked when he received an almost immediate reply Wendy. Slowly, he began his response.

After sundown.

Review

If you're following my Over the Garden Wall, then please send a review. I need a few more then I will update.