My unlikely angel

Problems

DIPPERS POV

We arrived at the church half an hour early. Mabel ran in to check on Bill, I sat talking with Pacifica outside. Mabel came out with a solemn, worried look on her face.

"Dipper can I talk to ya over here for a minute?"

"Sure, why not."

Mabel brought me over to the side of the church.

"Dipper we have a little problem."

"Which is?" 

"Bill kind of disappeared. The priest said he was walking past the bridal suite where Bill was getting ready and he heard muffled screaming. He burst in the door and Bill was gone."

"What?"

"I'm sorry Dipper but, Bill is gone."

This couldn't be happening. Tears started to flow down my cheeks.

"Dipper don't worry we will find Bill, I promise." She hugged me tightly and wiped the tears from my cheeks.

"Let's go get your love back."

We didn't know where to go or what was going to happen. The only thing we knew is that we had to find him.

BILLS POV

I woke up in a dark room chained to a wall. My vision was still somewhat blurry. I mean I was drugged for goodness sake.

"Finally awake I see."

"Who the hell are you?"

"An old friend."

The shadowed figure stood up and turned on a small light on the ceiling. A tall, skinny man stood before me. He had light brown hair with piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. He was well toned, muscular. Now I remembered exactly who stood before me.

"Gleeful, where's your sister, off tormenting my brother?"

"Bill, I'm touched you remember me."

"Tyrone Gleeful, I don't think I could forget that name for as long as I live."

"As always Bill, touching."

"What do you want Gleeful?"

"Well Bill my contract is simple, be mine or see Dipper, Will, and every other person you care about die."

"Why do you want me you have Will?"

"You're nothing like Will, you have a mind all your own."

Tyrone circled me like a vulture. He tugged slightly on my chains and pushed me back against the wall. He ran his fingers through my hair, I tried to pull away but I couldn't. He traced his fingers down the side of my face and traced around my eye patch.

"I've always wondered what was under this."

He reached his hand around my head and tugged at the strings that held the eye patch. He undid the knot causing it to fall. He gasped at what he saw.

"Bill, what happened?"

What truly lay beneath the patch was my crystal blue eye. Over the past century or so I had made so many deals that my eye which held my demonic mark and turned blue. How and why this happened I had no idea. I've just always been so ashamed of it. I've always hidden it.

Tyrone sat down on my outstretched legs. He traced the side of my face with his fingers.

"I like it." He said pressing his lips against my cheek. I tried to shake him off but there is only so much you can do when you're chained to a wall.

"Stop!" I yelled.

"Why?"

"Because I was getting married right before you stole me away."

"Oh what a shame. Well, things can play out one of two ways. One: you agree to be mine and no one get hurt. Two: I force you to love me by crushing you."

"I will never give in to you."

"Suit yourself, I'll start off easy."

From the table in a corner of the room, he grabbed something Will and I were all to familiar with. Before I go into anything else you will need some background. Will wasn't the only one who worked for the Gleefuls, at a time I did too. I endured the same tortures Will did. Knives, whips, and everything in between. Eventually I escaped, I offered to bring Will with me but he was too scared and refused. I escaped, but Will still puts up with them. Bless his soul. Anyway back to the situation at hand.

Tyrone grabbed a medium sized knife off the table.

"Remember this?" He shoved the knife next to my face.

"How could I forget?"

"Good."

My hands were behind my back and he took one of them in his hands. I felt a cold blade go across it, and then warm blood spill down it. I bit my lip to keep in a scream.

"Don't show weakness, don't show your own damn weakness Bill, hold it in." I thought this to myself. Over, and over the knife went across my arms. Never once did I allow a scream to leave my lips.

"You've gotten stronger Cipher. Nice job. But now I have a little treat."

He snapped his fingers and out of the darkest corner of the room Mabel (his Mabel) appeared.

"Ready sister?" Tyrone asked.

"Of course brother." She chuckled.

From the table they picked up smaller knives, throwing knives. This was all to familiar to me. Tyrone stood behind her and covered her eyes. Mabel's accuracy was spot on every time. For the first time in a while... I was scared.