Dipper's red eyes flickered open, his entire body was aching after what happened on the previous night between him and Bill.

He looked to his side, seeing the head vampire was still sound asleep, a small smile on his face. Dipper inclined his head and gazed at Bill dreamily, reaching a pale hand out to stroke his silky platinum blonde hair, loving the soft feel beneath his fingertips.

He then felt a tingling in his neck, putting a hand to it. The bites he had from Bill now had a small triangle border around each individual bite; 'Bill Cipher's calling card for claiming a mate, perhaps?' he thought to himself.
Dipper Pines then got up (wincing after he stood) , wrapping one of the dark red bed sheets around his body, going towards the en-suite bathroom, glancing around at the decor.
A marble basin with taps was fixed to the dark blue-coloured wall, a shower rack beside it. By the wall near the window was a vanity mirror along with some toiletries, grooming essentials and drawers with other things inside, a toilet in the corner. In the middle of the room was a free-standing bathtub coloured black with a silver shower and silver taps, a red bathmat either side of it. Pictures were on the walls of various animals and other vampires (who Dipper assumed to be Bill's family and closest friends), a brass vase was on the vanity table with some wilted roses inside of it, a gold-rimmed mirror reflecting all the contents of the room apart from Dipper, who's reflection was now gone.
He shivered, feeling the cold air on his bare shoulders, putting the plug in the bath and filling it with warm water, getting inside once it was full.

Bill slowly came to his senses, his drowsiness adding more innocence to his looks than he naturally contained.
He glanced around the room, his vision becoming more clear as he blinked in the dim light of the bedroom, hearing Dipper in the bathroom.
"Oh" he said softly, propping himself up on one elbow with a yawn.

Dipper re-entered the room wrapped in a dark red towel about half an hour later, his wet hair dripping cool water on his skin, his bare feet pattering across the carpet.

Bill stared up at Dipper who drew nearer to the bed.

"Good morning, Bill" he hummed, wearing a small smile, his fangs glistening.

Bill Cipher returned the smile. "Good morning to you too, pine tree. Or should I say my prince?" he purred, running his hand through his blonde hair.

Dipper chuckled. "You can call me either name you want, sir."

The covers shifted as Bill got up, his spine releasing small clicks as he stretched his toned body, his mate finding himself unable to look away from his back.

Bill smirked, sensing Dipper's eyes were on him, casually strolling over to the bathroom door and entering the en-suite room.

Dipper Pines sat down on the edge of the bed, the towel around him like a toga, leaning back on the mattress. His nose was filled with the scent of Bill's body; blood and smoke mingling with a soothing smell of cedar, making Dipper sigh in bliss.

A knock on the door was heard, interrupting the quietude.

The brunette jolted out of his fantasy, opening the door a crack, seeing the familiar shadowy image of Silas.

His snowy white skin and pale fair hair made him seem almost like a ghost if it were not for his red eyes and masculine contoured facial features. He wore a black and white pinstripe suit and a dark red tie, his black shoes were polished so they shone in the sparse candlelight of the hallway outside, each torch either side of the doorway flickering so shadows danced over the walls and floors.

"Ah, Master Dipper. Sorry to awaken you but His Grandness has required some blood for both of you" he explained, handing Dipper a silver tray and taking off the lid to reveal two hospital blood bags. One was Type A, the other, Type O.

"Thank you, Silas" Dipper spoke in a lordly fashion, taking the blood bags into his own hands.

"Will there be anything else?" Silas asked, as he placed the tray back on the cart and bowed to Dipper to show respect.

"Yes...do you have any clothes I could have?" Dipper requested, trying his best not to blush out of embarrassment.

"I'll see to it immediately" Silas stated dutifully, bowing once more before heading down the hallway with the cart and fading into the shadows.

Still a little dazed, Dipper closed the door and placed the bags of blood on the table.

He looked around to see if anyone was watching and sipped a little of the Type O blood.

It was surprisingly good!

Dipper took a sip from the Type A blood, also enjoying the tang the particular type of blood gave off.

Dipper licked his lips, the hungry look appeared in his eyes again as he took another sip of the Type O blood, loving the feeling of the warm, red liquid sliding down his throat.

A drop of red blood slid from the corner of Dipper's mouth once he had finished, reaching out his hand to wipe it away so the skin wouldn't bear the stain of the crimson residue, licking the blood drop off his hand soon after.

Bill exited the bathroom and went behind a screen, swiftly getting dressed and reappearing by the table.

The head vampire retrieved the Type A blood bag and drained the contents as Dipper had done, only more quickly and neatly than his newer vampire companion.

Sure enough another knock at the door echoed around the chamber, Bill going to answer it.

Brief, quiet words were exchanged between Silas and Bill before the door shut with an abrupt thud, the blonde turning back towards Dipper Pines who stared in confusion.

In Bill's hands was a folded pile of clothing which he set on the bed.

"Silas dropped these off, and he said to warn you about the storm approaching this night soon" Bill explained to Dipper, who nodded in understanding. As if on cue the room was illuminated with a flash of lightning; the silvery hue only made Bill seem more frightening than before.

Dipper gasped softly and turned to the window, only to see the moon being blotted out by indigo and dark blue storm clouds.

Once again, Dipper got to witness the nature of the omniscient Bill Cipher, this time not being so surprised to see this happen, weirdly enough.

He walked over to the newly-made bed (Bill disappearing behind the screen again by the wardrobe to give Dipper some privacy) and found the clothes upon the bed to be a black tuxedo with a scarlet waistcoat and tie, black tailcoat, socks and black boots with red laces, each item of clothing perfectly tailored to Dipper's size.

As quick as a flash, Dipper donned the gothic clothing, his other summer clothing lay neglected by the bed in a crumpled heap on the floor, retrieving his pine tree hat and put it on, for he was still adamant about keeping the pine tree symbol visible.

After all, if he was to go out in the storm, at least the peaked cap would somehow shield him from the elements.
Bill Cipher chuckled at this.

"Pine Tree..." he sighed, smile still lingering.

"If only we had a reflection. Then I could show you how handsome you look."

Dipper didn't make any vocal reply, but smiled silently back.