Meanwhile at the forbidding dark castle on Northwest Hill Bill walked in the halls with Dipper, their footsteps echoing through the cavernous corridor.

Dipper kept close to Bill, looking at the eerie portraits and tapestries on the wall, feeling all those eyes in the pictures being focused on him.
At that very moment he stopped walking, taking in the gothic flair of the castle.

"Come along,  Pine Tree. The sun will be up soon" Bill called from the end of the hallway, snapping Dipper out of his fantasy.

He followed the head vampire to a bedroom, the decor making it look like Dipper had traveled back in time to the Victorian era; candelabras were on the wall, a canopied four-poster bed was by the stone walls covered in lush velvet curtains of dark purple and crimson bedding.

A stained glass window was covered by red silk curtains, there was a monumental fireplace on the opposite wall of the bed, above which hung an oil portrait of a stern looking Bill Cipher, the fireplace had a lush red armchair nearby and there was a large wooden door which led to the room's balcony.

Dipper stared at the room in awe, hearing a creaking sound as Bill opened the sleek black coffin at the foot of the bed.

"Don't get any ideas, Dipper" Bill stated, laying down and closing the lid with a soft thud.
The new-bitten vampire looked at Bill before the lid of the casket shut, then crawled into the big canopied bed, succumbing to sleep in an instant.

Gideon gathered up the weapons and devices he needed (as Mabel already had hers) and straightened his whit fedora.

Mabel watched this ritual with fascination but also with impatience, looking out of the window periodically at the quiet town, her arms were folded as she nibbled her lip.

"Gideon, I'd really like to get going now" Mabel urged.

"Oh right! Yeah I'll be right with you" Gideon said distractedly, finishing sharpening his wooden stake and putting the knife in his coat pocket - just in case.

Mabel glanced at Gideon who stared straight ahead, both exiting the house.

Some time later they arrived at a weathered old cabin surrounded by trees which creaked in the breeze,the rustling of the leaves sounding like whispers of warning.

The sound chilled Mabel's very soul as she got closer to Gideon.
A young woman with long red hair was in a rocking chair outside, her hood over her face as she slowly sharpened an axe.
"I heard you're looking for a hand in going after those bloodsuckers" her husky voice croaked, peering at the teens beneath her hood.
"Y-yeah" Mabel stuttered, taking a small gulp.

The woman rose from her seat and slowly approached them, placing the handle of her axe on her shoulder like it was a baseball bat.
She then threw it at a tree trunk, where the blade embedded itself in the bark.
"You guys DO know if you go to the castle you may not come back, right?" she growled. "Your blood drained, your bones broke, or worse?"

"We're willin' to take that risk" Gideon choked out.

The lady raised an eyebrow, retrieving her axe, then turned to the pair before her.
"I want in. My pop and bros were taken years ago, God knows if they're still alive and human!" she told them.
She then took off her hood, allowing her red hair to flow in the wind.
"Wendy!" Mabel gasped.

"The one and only" she replied, gripping her axe as she walked with Mabel and Gideon.