Dark Days (BillxDipper)

XLVII

~~Bill's POV~~

     It took two days to find what dimension My Pine Tree was hiding in. The amount of times it took pissed me off, I wanted to find him right that second but that bastard hid his tracks really well. My Pine Tree has been missing for a little over two weeks. How I noticed was his presence vanished. I could always feel him, his image tickling the back of my mind when he was near, or wearing the necklace I gave him. As soon as that necklace vanished from earth's dimension I noticed, but then a few hours later I lost the connection all together. 

     That would mean two things. He was dead, or he took it off. If Pine Tree was killed I would vanish too, so I knew he was alive but it was driving me to madness when I couldn't find him. I searched through thousands of dimensions searching for him but I couldn't find him. Eventually I went over to his stupidly cheerful sister. She knew something was off but refused to delve into her intuition and left it be. It made me angry. How could she notice that her brother was gone and not do anything about it?! My Pine Tree! Gone! And she did nothing.

     I had to constantly keep in mind that if any harm came to her then My Pine Tree would hate me. He thinks he does already, but I know that boys mind better even than himself. He doesn't know what he feels for me, that's obvious, but it's certainly not hatred, not anymore at least. I still can't figure out what I'm feeling, but I do know that my stomach is in knots and it grows tighter every second he's gone, every second he's not with me. And what happened to the necklace? It acts as a sort of tracker, but its useless if he doesn't wear it and isn't on Earth. I could still find him if he was on earth, even if he wasn't wearing it. He only needed to be near it, but he has barely ever taken it off. I always had a pin point on him but now I feel like I've gone blind. 

     Shooting Star had taken me to the park she went to with Pine Tree when he disappeared. I found a little bit of blood in the grass off the clearing by some thick trees and claw marks in the dirt that I knew immediately where from fingernails. The marks in the dirt stop abruptly and I found some demon residue. I recognized it instantly. I nearly destroyed the park and sent Shooting Star flying across the grass. I can still feel the flames burning under my skin, desperate, itching to be released. 

     That filthy human snatcher. I felt the rage bubbling in my stomach just thinking about it. Sick fuck... For millennia he's been stealing humans and retreating to his disgusting dungeons, fucking them to their own screams until they can't take it any longer and eventually die or breaks their mind beyond repair and eats them. He has My Pine Tree and I'll be fucking damned if I'm going to sit here on my ass and let him have what belongs to me. 

     Thankfully my outburst in the park didn't destroy all the residue and I was able to salvage some to use. I needed it in order to pinpoint exactly where he was and then it would be my turn to come out and play. I feel a sick grin spread on my face as I image what I'll do to that sick bastard once I get my hands on him. He can't stand pain, he doesn't do well with it even though he adores inflicting pain on others. 

     My grin goes wider and wider until it feels like my face will split in two and a deep laugh rumbles from my gut. I see flashes of blood in my vision, can already hear his screams. My vision starts going red and my blood boils in my veins. My stomach clenches with anticipation and I salivate at the delicious agony I envision for my 'old friend'. I can't wait, I can't wait! I can't wait! "I CAN'T FUCKING WAIT!" My voice rips from my throat and I hear a small voice cut through my bloodlust. 

     "Bill." It's shooting Star... My grin turns to a grimace and I stare with wide eyes at the ground, my teeth still barred, frown tugging at my cheeks. I slowly turn my head as my laughter stops abruptly and the boiling heat in my body simmers and cools. I clench my fists against my chest, trying to remember how to breathe. My lungs ache and my imagination screams at the interruption but I know I need to get myself under control. 

     I notice there's flames crackling around my feet and Shooting Star stares at me with such a stoic face I almost don't believe she's the same girl. I see a flash of the girl I knew 700 years ago. The crying, helpless little girl I stole as bait. This girl in front of me now, has a backbone, as annoying as she is. I have to admit, she's good at keeping me in check. Not as good as My Pine Tree is, but until then, she will work just fine. 

     "What" I whisper coldly at her. I try to real in the obvious bloodlust and rage on my face. I need to remember to breathe, my heart slams against my chest and my mind is writhing, desperate for the insanity that I've refused for so long but it's getting so much harder to control. I need My Pine Tree back. Now. 

     "Are you done being crazy yet? You need to find my brother, you useless asshole" She glares at me, her hands shaking at her side and I see her fighting tears. I felt a twinge of annoyance when she called me crazy. Call me crazy... Of course I'm fucking crazy! I'm a god damn demon! I can feel my expression contorting as I look at her but I have to give her credit, she doesn't break her glare nor does she back down. I feel the flames at my feet getting hotter and I have to tear my gaze away from Shooting Star before I do something that will make Pine Tree hate me. I breathe deep and squeeze my eyes shut. 

     "By the way, I'm guessing what set you off just now, was thinking about what you're going to do to that fucker when you find him. Am I right?" She asks, her face cold and dark, unwavering. I look back at her, slightly surprised. I didn't think she was all that smart if I'm being honest, but she was practically reading my mind. "The fuck does it matter?" I spit at her as I gain control of my mind again and feel the flames at my feet finally start to diminish and are reduced to embers under my shoes. Shooting Star gives me a wicked grin, her eyes still dark with loathing and I felt a curious shiver run through me. "Whatever you came up with, I think you can be more creative than that" She says with such malice I couldn't help but return her grin, but I am careful to keep my emotions on lock. I nod at her and she walks away from me, leaving me to my thoughts and tracking process.