The Love of a Demon [BillDip]

Chapter 13

Dipper P.O.V

I close the door to my room as I dry off from my shower. It feels nice to be alone right now, but for some reason, I almost don't feel alone. The feeling is similar to the feeling of being watched.

I look around my room for a moment and nothing seems out of the ordinary. I figure that it is just my imagination. I have had a pretty stressful night and I didn't get much sleep after that. It has to all be in my head.

I throw on a t-shirt and some boxers and hang up my towel to dry. I flop back down in bed and sigh. I think about sleeping and try to for a while, but I'm too awake to sleep now.

I stare at the ceiling for a few minutes before trying to get comfortable. Music normally helps me sleep so I put in my headphones and play some relaxing music. I hope that it will help but it doesn't.

'I wish I could sleep. Perhaps it's this weird feeling of being watched that keeps me awake. I'm not exactly sure. That could be it, but it could just be that I can't sleep.'

The dream from earlier invades my thoughts once more. I try to decode its meaning because it seems too straight forward. I believe that there is some hidden meaning within it all.

'I was alone in the Mystery Shack. Alone could mean that I'm lonely or that I feel emotionally alone when people are all around me. I'm honestly not sure. It could be either. I forget my phone after heading to my room and then almost fall down the stairs. That was just me being clumsy. Then Bill catches me and saves me from falling. The meaning for that is obvious. That is a reference to him saving me from the vampire earlier tonight. But then after that is where I don't understand what happens. Bill and I start to have sex. Just the thought feels wrong. The only thing I can think is that the wish I made to the vampire did come true and that I am falling in love with Bill because he is the first person I came into contact with. If that is true then this is very bad.'

I sigh and pull my pillow over my face, applying a good amount of pressure. I'm not trying to suffocate myself, but it's not the worst idea going through my head right now. This night has gone from bad to worse.

I cannot sleep for another second. I get up and grab one of my books off of the shelf near my bed. I lay back in bed and pick up where I last left off. The only thing that distracts me now is my own mind.

I still have that creepy feeling of being watched that I continue to shrug off as being my imagination. I even flip on the lights to make sure that no one is here.

I sit back down on my bed and tense up for a moment. Someone is sitting right behind me.

"Hello, Pine Tree.~"