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beren_writesTitle: Curses! 01/04
Author: Beren
Fandom: Tokio Hotel RPS
Pairing: Bill/Tom, Gustav/Bill, Tom/Georg, Georg/Gustav (hints of all combinations)
Rating: NC17/18
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, the real people in it are used without their permission and I definitely don't own them or have any copyright to any part of any of them. I do not believe any of this happened, is likely to happen or should happen it is simply a story created around known facts about those involved.
Warnings: threesome/moresome, vampires
Summary: TH_Fanfic FQF Prompt: 61. HALLOWEEN Prompt 1: (Supernatural twist) The band encounter--and accidentally piss off--a mysterious woman in black while they are at a costume party and end up turning into their costumes. Bill/vampire, Gustav/is himself, Georg/Ninja and Tom goes as a "virgin" as a joke. Once they turn, Bill keeps trying to bite and seduce Tom and Georg keeps trying to kill Bill. Gustav is the only one who can use his smarts in order to counter act the curse. (Submitted by nightshade24)
Author's Notes: I've played with the prompt a little, it's a woman in white for a start and it's a just a costume party rather than being Halloween, but I think I still have the spirit of it :).gajastar has written a version of this prompt as well, definitely worth a read. Thanks to Soph for the beta.
Word count: 23,765
Links: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
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Chapter 1 Partying
Doing his best to hide, Gustav walked over to the drinks table and picked up his second beer. Why he hadn't just turned around and told the others he couldn't come he had no idea, but he hadn't, so he was stuck now. It wasn't a huge party, but it was big enough that there were people all over the place, none of whom he knew, and he was getting a bit sick of people who thought they knew him.
To top it all off it was a costume party and everyone else was dressed up except him. Bill had been buzzing about the whole thing for weeks just because of that particular point; if there was one thing Bill loved it was dressing up. Their enthusiastic singer had even decided to dress all of them as well and Tom and Georg were dutifully wandering around in their costumes, but there had been an accident with Gustav's. He was supposed to have been dressed as an authentic-ish cowboy, but the costumers had messed up and sent a child's Lone Ranger outfit instead.
This meant that Gustav was the only person at the party in his normal clothes and he was really fed up of people asking him what he had come as. For the last half an hour he had taken to telling everyone he was a clone of himself.
"Could you ask the barman for a glass of red wine for me, please?"
Gustav turned to find that Bill was standing right behind him and he did a double take for the tenth time that evening. Bill had come to the party as a vampire and, as far as Gustav could tell, had been causing the whole room to fall at his feet all evening. Even Gustav had been having a little trouble, because Bill was really playing up the androgynous thing. Bill's outfit consisted of black breaches, a long, thigh length black jacket, white poet's shirt and knee high leather boots. He had done his hair down, pulling it back in a loose ponytail with a black ribbon and allowing tufts to fall around his face. The pale makeup, dark eyes and red lips finished the whole thing off along with a custom made pair of fangs that showed whenever Bill smiled.
Before he could find himself staring again, Gustav leant over the table and asked the guy serving the non-bottled drinks for a red wine. He knew that Bill wasn't overly fond of red wine, but as ever, a role was a role and Bill was playing it to the full.
"Thanks," Bill said with a bright smile when he handed his friend the drink. "Have you seen Tom? He said he was just going to the loo, but that was half an hour ago."
"He probably met a pretty girl," Gustav pointed out.
Bill pouted.
"He's supposed to be playing up to his costume," Bill complained; "the least he could do is try."
"This is Tom," Gustav said with a small shrug; "did you really expect anything else."
Bill gave a little huff.
"No, I suppose not," Bill replied, taking a sip of his red wine.
Tom was the only one who had resisted the idea of Bill being allowed to dress them. While Gustav and Georg had bowed to the inevitable, Tom had been stubborn; that was until he had been goaded into a bet by Bill and lost. Gustav couldn't help smiling as he remembered the conversation where Bill had taken revenge for being rejected and declared that Tom was going to the party as a virgin. To say Tom had been unimpressed was an understatement, especially when Bill had extracted a promise out of his twin that Tom would play the role for at least the first bit of the party.
That meant that Tom was somewhere in the area wearing white jeans that were a compromise between the usual baggy style and the pair of sinfully tight ones Bill had wanted to put Tom in (that had been an interesting shopping trip); a white t-shirt of normal proportions; white trainers; and a white band to keep the mane of dreads under control. Bill had point blank refused to let Tom wear a hat; Gustav had heard the shrieking from the next hotel room.
When they had arrived, Tom had played the role just like Bill had wanted, but Gustav doubted very much that Tom could have kept it up for more than a few minutes.
"How about Georg, I haven't seen him in ages either?" Bill continued while glancing around the room.
"Oh, he's around somewhere," Gustav replied, "most likely lurking in a dark corner so he can scare the crap out of someone. Him you got spot on; he's having a blast with that ninja outfit."
Bill positively beamed and Gustav scored himself a point for putting Bill back in a good mood. They had all been under a lot of pressure lately and Bill's normally bubbly exterior had been beginning to show a few cracks. He was pretty sure that Tom had lost the bet with Bill deliberately so Tom could make his twin happy without having to admit he'd done it willingly. He knew that he himself had enjoyed the delight with which Bill had picked out all their costumes. When Bill was happy it was infectious and the whole thing had done them all good.
"It's a shame the costume shop messed up your outfit," Bill said, giving him the up and down; "you'd have made a really good cowboy."
Gustav wasn't so sure, but he smiled anyway.
"But a really bad Lone Ranger," he replied, trying to keep the tone light, "especially since the most I could get in the costume was a foot."
That made Bill grin.
"Might have given David a heart attack," Bill commented and laughed.
"Might have won me the bet to see which of us can make Saki blush first though," he said with a grin of his own.
It was at that moment that the evening decided to go even more downhill. Someone barged into Bill from behind and, before Bill could do anything or Gustav could leap to the rescue, the large glass of red wine was sailing through the air. It was one of those times when everything went terribly slowly, because disaster was approaching and he couldn't do anything to stop it. The wine launched in a huge arc and plastered some poor woman in a white dress from neck to ankle.
She was facing away from them and she spun on the spot with a screech.
"I'm so sorry," Bill began apologising immediately, but Gustav knew it was a lost cause; he had taken one look at the woman's eyes.
Bill began babbling at high speed, trying to explain that someone had pushed him, but the woman was clearly not listening.
"A curse on you and those closest to you," she finally yelled, before spinning on the spot again and stalking towards the exit.
Bill looked like a wounded puppy and Gustav put out his hand to comfort his friend. It really hadn't been Bill's fault. There was nothing either of them could do as the woman made a dramatic exit and all Gustav could think was that some people were really odd. A shiver ran up his spine, but he ignored it and tried to decide what on earth to do next.
"It wasn't your fault," he said as Bill looked mournfully at the mostly empty glass; "I think she was just highly strung."
"I threw wine all over her," Bill said, and appeared so sorry about it that Gustav was at a loss.
"Because someone barged you from behind," he pointed out, "someone who seems to have run away."
If there was one thing he hated it was people who dodged their responsibilities. If you caused something, you owned up. The last thing any of them needed was more stress and Bill looked like he was about to stress about the whole thing very much. At any other time they probably would have laughed about it and just gone on, but they were a little too frazzled to just brush it off at the moment.
When he saw Tom wandering into the area he thanked god for small mercies and waved at the other twin. He was seen almost immediately and Tom started in their direction. Tom walked up to them and smiled, which seemed to brighten Bill's mood quite distinctly without really trying.
"We thought you had found a pretty girl," Bill said, linking arms with Tom as if he never wanted to let go, which was odd even for the twins.
Of course the woman had been a nasty shock, so Gustav could understand Bill overreacting a little bit.
"Oh I did," Tom said in a perfectly amicable tone, "but she seemed to want more than I was willing to give."
For a moment Gustav did a double take; those were words he had never, ever expected to hear out of Tom's mouth. The shock dissipated quickly, however, as Bill smiled brightly and Gustav realised what was going on; Tom was getting into the role. He could only assume that Tom had seen Bill's crest fallen face earlier and decided that something needed to be done about it and he couldn't help grinning at the effort Tom was putting in.
"I need another drink," Bill said, sounding bubbly and cheerful again; "I'm really thirsty all of a sudden."
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At some point Gustav had managed to lose the twins again, but he had actually started to enjoy himself a little bit by then, so he hadn't minded. He hadn't seen Georg all evening, so he could only assume there was a girl somewhere who was getting lucky with a ninja. The party was beginning to wind down and he was considering going back to his room, since they were staying in the hotel, but he really wanted to find the twins first. Well once he had answered the call of nature first.
As he opened the door to the gents, the first thing he heard was the sound of someone being sick. He would have turned around on the spot, since that was the last thing he wanted to be involved in, but he heard a very familiar voice.
"It's okay, Bill," Tom said and Gustav was walking into the room quickly.
He found Bill leant over one of the two toilets with Tom standing behind him rubbing his back.
"Everything okay?" Gustav asked, very surprised to see that it was Bill being ill; Bill didn't usually get that drunk.
Tom turned, looking worried.
"Bill had a reaction to something," Tom said, rubbing Bill's back in soothing circles.
"Not alcohol?" Gustav asked very carefully, since he didn't want to feel Tom's wrath, but Bill had been drinking things he wasn't really used to earlier in the evening.
"He's been on water since we left you," Tom said, seemingly so worried that there was no anger at the idea that Gustav would suggest such a thing. "I was hungry, so we went to find some food from the buffet table; he ate one cheese pastry thing and then ran in here."
"I'm fine," Bill said, sounding hoarse; "I think there was just something in the pastry filling I'm allergic to."
Gustav had never seen Bill react to anything so violently before, but he did not say so, just moved out of the way so Bill could stumble to the sink and wash his mouth out.
"Why am I so damn thirsty?" Bill bemoaned and reached for the hand towels the hotel had put out. "And cold?" Bill added.
"You don't eat enough," Tom tried to joke, but from Bill's glare it fell rather flat.
"Maybe you're coming down with a bug," Gustav suggested.
"God I hope not," Bill said with a sigh; "this sucks."
Gustav couldn't fault his friend for that statement.
"I'm going back to my room," Bill decided after a moment's silence; "I want to lie down."
Tom looked at Gustav and they shared a look.
"We're coming too," Tom decided in a tone that tried to make it sound unimportant.
"No, that's okay," Bill said, even though he sounded incredibly reluctant, "I'll be fine. You can go and find a girl now without me hovering around for a start."
"I was going to head up anyway," Gustav interrupted, before Tom could reply; "the party's beginning to wind down."
He did notice that Tom looked rather confused by something.
"Yeah, sleep sounds good," Tom added, covering up the confusion; "and when we're all fresh as daisies in the morning and Georg's not, we can take the piss out of him all day."
Bill seemed to like that if the bright smile was anything to go by.
"Okay," Bill agreed.
They filed out of the men's loo, Bill first, Tom second and Gustav last and Gustav was just contemplating what he had to put away before he could sleep when a figure stepped out of the shadows right in front of him. He jumped for his life and then swore loudly.
"Georg," he said sharply, "did you have to do that?"
Georg just looked at him, eyes staring out of the ninja mask and fixing him with what could only be described as a steely gaze. When Georg didn't say anything, Gustav just shook his head and stepped past his friend.
"You are way too into the role," he muttered to himself.
When Georg just sort of appeared beside him in the lift, he was about ready to hit his friend; he hadn't heard him following at all. Georg seemed to be glaring at Bill, who was taking no notice whatsoever and appeared to be completely absorbed by Tom. Tom pushed the button for their floor and the door closed.
Gustav looked around at his friends and decided that he would be very glad for the evening to be over now; he didn't really like weird and all the others were acting just a little strangely.
"God you smell good," Bill suddenly announced to the world in general and seemed to almost have his nose in Tom's hair.
What was even more extraordinary, however, was that Tom actually blushed. To top that off, Georg did not even remotely try to take the piss out of Tom and basically the world was coming to an end; Gustav was sure of it.
"You are all nuts," he said firmly and leant back against the side of the lift.
"But he does," Bill insisted, "and hell am I thirsty; hungry too."
Bill moved closer to Tom to prove his point and Georg shifted silently, still glaring at Bill for some reason. Tom was just looking between the two rather worriedly and Gustav gave up trying to figure it out.
"I kind of feel funny," Bill said as the lift reached their floor.
Having uttered those fateful words, Bill put his hand to his head and swayed slightly. Gustav reached out a microsecond after Tom already had to steady his friend and between them he and Tom made sure Bill remained upright.
"Are you okay?" Tom asked urgently as Bill blinked owlishly at the rest of them.
"Little dizzy," Bill said, but soon straightened up.
"Let's get you back to your room," Tom decided, moving so that there was no space at all between him and Bill.
Gustav was pleased to see that Bill looked a little brighter at that, but it was still really odd. He would have shadowed the twins, but Georg got their first as they walked out of the lift, so he followed everyone down the corridor.
"Being sick probably dehydrated you," Tom decided while dealing with Bill's door; "lets get you lying down and I'll get you some juice or something."
It was touching how Tom always looked after Bill when it was required and Gustav trailed everyone into the hotel room. Tom was helping Bill out of the long black jacket and everything seemed to be under control, so Gustav decided he needed to answer the call of nature that had been interrupted. He wasn't about to run out on his friends just in case, so he stepped into Bill's bathroom and went to use the toilet.
The whole evening was getting weirder by the second and he took the time out to hope that there wasn't about to be a crisis. If Bill was ailing for something then their schedule was going to go to hell and things were going to go down hill. They had a concert in a couple of days and he hoped that Bill would not be going on while unwell, because it never did Bill any good, Tom any good, because of worrying or either of the rest of them either, because they were constantly looking out for the twins.
None of them needed the stress and Bill definitely didn't need an illness.
Having used the facilities, he pulled up his trousers, flushed the toilet and then walked to the sink to wash his hands. He was feeling the effects of the alcohol he had consumed and what he really wanted to do was head to bed, but he wasn't leaving before he was sure Bill was okay. He hadn't bothered to tuck his shirt in and he considered leaving it for a while, but he was nothing if not fastidious and so he went to rectify the problem. It was purely by chance that he lifted it first, because he thought he saw a thread hanging off one corner, and it was them he saw something impossible.
His trousers were somewhat low slung tonight and he should have been able to see his belly button, but where it should have been there was smooth skin. For a moment he thought he was drunker than he realised and he was seeing things, but undoing his trousers again he touched his stomach and it became very clear, very quickly that this was really happening.
There was a clatter and what sounded suspiciously like a growl from the other room and he hurriedly fastened his trousers as he put together the completely ridiculous, but inescapable conclusion. He had been telling everyone he was a clone of himself and the obvious sign of a natural birth was gone; Tom had been claiming to be a virgin and had suddenly started acting like he really was one; Georg really had been dressed as a ninja and was appearing out of shadows with a grace that Georg had never, ever possessed; and Bill, Bill had been pretending to be a vampire and had a sudden aversion to real food. Somehow, their costumes had become reality.
Grabbing the door handle, he freed the lock and went charging into the other room. Tom was on one side of the bed, as white as his clothes, Bill was backed into the opposite corner and Georg was on the bed waving a very long, very lethal looking sword. Bill was already bleeding and it was quite clear Georg was ready to strike another blow.
"No!" Gustav bellowed at the top of his lungs and managed to make himself the centre of attention.
Bill hissed at him and growled, eyes completely black and glittering with sparks of red. Georg went to move again at the threat.
"No," Gustav said again, just as firmly, but not with the volume this time. "Bill, you need to calm down."
He prayed that the real Bill was still under the vampire somewhere, because the long fangs that Bill revealed every time he snarled looked very dangerous indeed. Whatever had happened to set Bill off was hopefully fleeting, at least that was the premise on which he chose to work. If it wasn't true they were all so far up shit creek without a paddle it probably wasn't going to matter.
"Georg, back away from Bill," he said slowly and calmly.
Georg glared at him for just a moment for that suggestion.
"Georg," he said more sharply, doing his best to remember the small amount he knew about ninja's from martial arts movies; "you should be trying to help him, not trying to kill him. Bill is part of your clan."
It was a long shot, but he breathed a sigh of relief when Georg took a step back. There was no doubt Georg was still keeping himself between Bill and Tom, but the initial risk seemed to have been mitigated as Georg stepped off the bed and stood in front of Tom. That just left Bill, who was no longer growling, but definitely didn't look quite human.
"Bill, this isn't you," Gustav said, trying to sound like he wasn't about to freak out; "you need to put the vampire away."
On the evidence he had seen so far, he didn't think Bill's current state was the normal one and he hoped that talking Bill down would actually work. It was still almost impossible to believe even with the evidence in front of him, but luckily he wasn't listening to the voice that was trying to tell him someone had to have spiked his drink.
"Tom, what happened?" he asked, since Bill didn't look fit to answer and Georg didn't seem to want to talk at all.
"Um," Tom sounded confused and afraid, "Bill was getting clingy and he wouldn't let me go, then suddenly he had fangs and Georg separated us with the sword. What the hell's going on?"
"We're our costumes," he said, keeping his eyes firmly on Bill. "A woman cursed Bill and those closest to him, which must mean us. Now Bill's a vampire, Georg's a ninja, you're a virgin and I'm a clone of myself. We need to all calm down and fix this before someone gets hurt."
For the first time since he had entered the room, Bill began to look confused. As he watched, Bill's eyes faded back to their normal brown and Bill blinked at him as if trying to understand what was going on.
"Feeling better?" he asked tentatively and took a small step towards Bill.
Shock and horror began to dawn on Bill's face as their singer looked down at the blood on his shirt.
"Oh god, I ..." Bill began to say.
"But you didn't," Gustav stepped in before the self-recrimination could start. "Are you hurt?"
Bill appeared afraid, but looked down at himself anyway. A quick move of the shirt where it was cut and bloodied revealed perfect, unmarked skin and Bill looked back seemingly shocked as well as frightened.
"Are you in control?" was Gustav's next question.
Bill nodded just a little.
"I think so," was the quiet response.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"What set you off?" he decided that if they wanted to prevent it happening again they needed to know.
Bill actually looked embarrassed at that, as well as worried.
"Tom," was the very guilty response; "he smells so good and I'm so hungry."
Tom blushed the most incredible shade of pink.
"Okay, then, Georg," Gustav took charge, "you keep doing what you’re doing; stay between Bill and Tom, but, if Bill loses it, do not hurt him, just keep them apart. Bill you stay over there; Tom, come and sit down here. I'm going to see if I can track down the woman who did this and get us back to normal."
Tom was looking worriedly at Bill, but did as he was told. It was clear that Tom wanted to go to Bill even with the current danger; it seemed that even the supernatural could not dull the twins' bond.
"Anything I can do?" Tom asked as Gustav picked up the phone.
'Try being less virginal' was the phrase that jumped to mind, but Gustav knew that wouldn't help.
"Just don't go near Bill," he said and dialled down to reception.
Bill looked completely lost and utterly ashamed in his corner by the bed, but Gustav couldn't help feeling a little more comfortable when Bill slid down the wall and sat on the floor. Bill made a very impressive vampire, but that didn't stop the fact that Bill was making him nervous.
"Hello," he said as soon as someone answered the phone, "this is Gustav Schäfer. There was a small accident at the party this evening and I'm trying to locate one of the other guests. I was wondering if you could help me, please?"
The woman on the other end of the phone was very helpful, but, by the time he was transferred to someone else, he knew it was not going to be an easy job. It was as he was waiting for the fourth member of the night staff he had spoken to, to look for some information they had no real idea about, that he heard Bill groan. He looked over to see his friend hugging his knees tightly.
"Bill are you okay?" Tom asked, standing up.
Georg put himself squarely in Tom's way and Gustav put his hand over the receiver of the phone and turned his attention to what was going on in the room.
"It hurts," Bill said, clearly sounding like he was in pain.
When Bill lifted his head, the eyes that looked at them were very dark brown and tinged with red. It made a shiver run up Gustav's spine and he almost forgot about the phone.
"Is there anything we can do?" Tom asked, obviously very worried.
"Don't ask that," Bill all but snapped back and there was a peculiar edge to his voice.
When the person on the other end of the line came back on, Gustav prayed they could help; it was clear they were running out of time.
Forty five minutes later, he had managed to get precisely nowhere, except back to one of the people he had already spoken to. The person in charge of the guest list wasn't on duty and no one else could seem to find out who the woman in question was. It was frustrating beyond belief.
"Shit," he said, slamming the phone down in annoyance; "these people have no idea what they're doing. Surely there must have been a list somewhere."
Bill didn't even react; the singer was huddled in a little ball and hadn't moved in minutes. The only reactions out of him were little noises of pain every now and then and last time Gustav had seen them, Bill's eyes had been deep black again. Sooner or later Bill was going to lose it and then he didn't know what they were going to do.
"Georg," he said, wracking his brains for anything that might help; "how are you at tracking?"
His thought process was that ninja's were assassins and night hunters so they should be able to find people. It was a long shot, but they were running out of options very fast and the only other one he could think of was locking Bill in the bathroom. The main problem with that one was that he suspected the door would be little object to a ravenous vampire.
Georg was giving him a hard stare from behind the mask, but he didn't think it was a 'you're-insane' look, but more a thoughtful one.
"The hotel can't find the information to tell me who the woman is," he decided to explain his thinking now that he had Georg's attention, "so you're our last hope. Do you think you could, maybe, break into their offices and find what we need and then track her down?"
For a moment Georg did nothing, but eventually his friend nodded and Gustav breathed another sigh of relief. It was, however, short lived.
"Oh shit," Tom said and he looked at the blond twin to find that Tom was staring over at Bill's corner.
The big problem when he followed his friend's eye line was that the corner was empty. In the few seconds he had been speaking to Georg, Bill had gone. Some instinct made him look up and he swore very colourfully; Bill wasn't completely gone; Bill was on the ceiling. His heart missed several beats as black predatory eyes swept over him. The creature hanging effortlessly from the ceiling barely seemed like Bill at all; this was all vampire and no human and Gustav knew they were the prey.
Georg moved with such speed that for a moment Gustav thought that ninja might beat vampire, but Bill was too fast. As Georg moved, raising his sword, Bill fell on him from the ceiling, landing on Georg's back and clinging like a limpet. Georg brought up the sword to try and attack Bill, but Bill just batted it away with a growl, ripping at Georg's clothes with his other hand. Gustav knew what was going to happen before it did, but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
The black material of Georg's hood and top ripped under Bill's attack and then Bill snarled and dug pearly white fangs into Georg's neck. At first Georg's attempts to throw Bill off became more frantic, but in only moments Georg came to a complete halt. The sword clattered to the floor from suddenly relaxed fingers and all resistance ceased. When Bill looked up, Gustav was very much afraid, because he was pinned down by black eyes that were now glowing red at the centre. Blood was very visible on Bill's unnaturally red lips and without a doubt Gustav knew he was next.
For a moment there was complete stillness as Georg stood there, empty eyed with Bill still wrapped around him. It was like they were balanced on the edge of a cliff and Gustav could see all the way to the bottom. He was terrified and his mind just froze. When Bill finally moved, he felt as if he was falling into the abyss and he barely even tried to defend himself as Bill pounced on him.
It only hurt for a moment as Bill's fangs sliced into his neck and then he was flooded by power and the pain was irrelevant. His body filled with wonderful sensations, distracting his mind from any attempt to fight what was happening until it was too late. His will crumbled under Bill's and it was almost as if he was a passenger in his own body as his muscles followed the overwhelming instruction to be still. When Bill stepped back from him, it was like he was frozen; he couldn't make himself move.
Bill was still looking at him and he was aware of everything that was going on, he just couldn't do anything about it. Even as Bill wiped his mouth and then turned away, the power he had felt and had seen in those eyes did not let him go and all he could do was watch.
Tom had left the sofa and was standing against the wall as far away from Bill as he could get and Tom looked as terrified as Gustav felt. For a moment he was sure they were all going to die, but Bill did not launch himself at Tom like a hungry beast, in fact, as he watched, Gustav saw the vampire traits fade from Bill's features.
"Come to me, Tomi," Bill said, in a quiet, perfectly normal voice, "please."
Tom didn’t move, but Tom did begin to look confused rather than completely out of his mind with terror.
"Why don't you come and get me?" Tom asked, still standing against the wall.
"I could never hurt you, Tomi," Bill said, sounding like he really meant it; "it would kill me to hurt you."
"But you can hurt Georg and Gustav?" Tom sounded angry.
"I didn't hurt them much," Bill replied, and he even appeared sorry for it, "but they were trying to stop me. They would never let me have you, Tomi, and I want you; I need you."
Gustav wanted to tell Tom not to go to Bill, to fight what was happening, but he was as helpless at Tom seemed to be.
"Please come to me, Tomi," Bill all but begged and held out his hand.
It was all too obvious that everything was lost the moment Tom moved. Their doom approached with every step Tom took, Gustav was sure of it. What surprised him was that when Tom took Bill's hand and was dragged into an embrace, Bill did not immediately sink his fangs into Tom's neck.
"I'm sorry," Bill whispered, holding Tom close, "I didn't mean to scare you."
It could have been a make up hug after any of the twins' fights as Tom slowly brought his arms around Bill as well, but the supernatural air in the room belied that. Gustav's fear began to ebb just a little as he realised he didn't really understand what was going on. The frenzy of Bill's attack seemed to be over and he felt a little glimmer of hope.
"What do you want?" Tom asked when both twins pulled back from the embrace.
The expression on Bill's face was one of love and guilt and need and lust.
"Everything," was the hushed admission and Gustav's system burst with shock as he realised what Bill was saying.
Tom looked shocked for a moment as well.
"You want to ..?" Tom didn't seem to have the words.
"Make love with you," Bill said, voice heavy with desire, "and at the moment you feel the most pleasure I want to bite you and drain you and make you like me. We can be together forever, Tomi, like we're supposed to be."
"You're my brother," Tom said, but there was little protest in his voice, mostly just confusion.
"Twin," Bill corrected, reaching out to stroke the side of Tom's face; "the other half of my soul. It's always been you, Tomi. I need all of you; I love all of you, and your sweet smell is driving me crazy. I know you want me, Tomi; I can sense it and I can't fight it anymore."
For a moment they were totally still and Gustav thought they might stay that way forever, but slowly Tom moved.
"Then don't try," were the quiet words.
When the pair came together it was like electricity lanced into the room as their lips met and Gustav forgot why this was bad. Bill and Tom looked so perfect together that a part of him couldn't understand why it had never occurred to him to think it before. It was only as they broke apart again that he remembered that this was a vampire seducing his chosen victim. He wanted to tell Tom to run away, to get help, anything, but he couldn't move.
"What about them?" Tom asked, glancing in his direction.
"Forget them for now," Bill said and turned Tom's face back so Gustav had no time to even plead with his eyes.
Tom was lost; that much was completely clear now.
For a few seconds Tom stiffened as Bill kissed along Tom's jaw, moving on to Tom's long neck and it was clear that Tom was expecting a bite, but Bill just nuzzled there and then moved back. Gustav could see the nerves slowly flowing out of Tom with Bill's every move and he was sure Tom would never break away now. The connection between the twins was so obvious and it was becoming more important than the whole supernatural aspect of the situation.
"I have wanted you so long," Bill whispered to Tom and Gustav was not sure it was a line.
It sounded so honest and real and it was difficult to believe that Bill would just say these things to seduce Tom. It had been clear that the vampire could take anything he wanted, but for some reason Bill seemed to want Tom to be willing.
The twins only had eyes for each other and Gustav found himself watching every move as Bill slowly reached out and took hold of the bottom of Tom's t-shirt. Bill then paused and frowned a little.
"You hate this t-shirt, right?" Bill asked in a surprisingly thoughtful manner.
"It's not baggy enough," was Tom's response at which point Bill smiled.
The t-shirt made an interesting ripping noise as Bill took the bottom of it and calmly split it all the way up the front. Tom looked a little startled, but shrugged out of the ruined t-shirt.
"Didn't want to mess up your dreads just yet," Bill said and grinned a very normal looking grin.
For a moment Gustav almost forgot what he was looking at.
"Do I get to undress you too?" Tom asked and the hesitant way Tom spoke reminded him very sharply that this was very far from normal.
Bill's grin became a softer smile.
"I would love you to," Bill said softly and stole another kiss.
End of Part 1
On to Part 2
Author: Beren
Fandom: Tokio Hotel RPS
Pairing: Bill/Tom, Gustav/Bill, Tom/Georg, Georg/Gustav (hints of all combinations)
Rating: NC17/18
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, the real people in it are used without their permission and I definitely don't own them or have any copyright to any part of any of them. I do not believe any of this happened, is likely to happen or should happen it is simply a story created around known facts about those involved.
Warnings: threesome/moresome, vampires
Summary: TH_Fanfic FQF Prompt: 61. HALLOWEEN Prompt 1: (Supernatural twist) The band encounter--and accidentally piss off--a mysterious woman in black while they are at a costume party and end up turning into their costumes. Bill/vampire, Gustav/is himself, Georg/Ninja and Tom goes as a "virgin" as a joke. Once they turn, Bill keeps trying to bite and seduce Tom and Georg keeps trying to kill Bill. Gustav is the only one who can use his smarts in order to counter act the curse. (Submitted by nightshade24)
Author's Notes: I've played with the prompt a little, it's a woman in white for a start and it's a just a costume party rather than being Halloween, but I think I still have the spirit of it :).
gajastar has written a version of this prompt as well, definitely worth a read. Thanks to Soph for the beta.Word count: 23,765
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Chapter 1 Partying
Doing his best to hide, Gustav walked over to the drinks table and picked up his second beer. Why he hadn't just turned around and told the others he couldn't come he had no idea, but he hadn't, so he was stuck now. It wasn't a huge party, but it was big enough that there were people all over the place, none of whom he knew, and he was getting a bit sick of people who thought they knew him.
To top it all off it was a costume party and everyone else was dressed up except him. Bill had been buzzing about the whole thing for weeks just because of that particular point; if there was one thing Bill loved it was dressing up. Their enthusiastic singer had even decided to dress all of them as well and Tom and Georg were dutifully wandering around in their costumes, but there had been an accident with Gustav's. He was supposed to have been dressed as an authentic-ish cowboy, but the costumers had messed up and sent a child's Lone Ranger outfit instead.
This meant that Gustav was the only person at the party in his normal clothes and he was really fed up of people asking him what he had come as. For the last half an hour he had taken to telling everyone he was a clone of himself.
"Could you ask the barman for a glass of red wine for me, please?"
Gustav turned to find that Bill was standing right behind him and he did a double take for the tenth time that evening. Bill had come to the party as a vampire and, as far as Gustav could tell, had been causing the whole room to fall at his feet all evening. Even Gustav had been having a little trouble, because Bill was really playing up the androgynous thing. Bill's outfit consisted of black breaches, a long, thigh length black jacket, white poet's shirt and knee high leather boots. He had done his hair down, pulling it back in a loose ponytail with a black ribbon and allowing tufts to fall around his face. The pale makeup, dark eyes and red lips finished the whole thing off along with a custom made pair of fangs that showed whenever Bill smiled.
Before he could find himself staring again, Gustav leant over the table and asked the guy serving the non-bottled drinks for a red wine. He knew that Bill wasn't overly fond of red wine, but as ever, a role was a role and Bill was playing it to the full.
"Thanks," Bill said with a bright smile when he handed his friend the drink. "Have you seen Tom? He said he was just going to the loo, but that was half an hour ago."
"He probably met a pretty girl," Gustav pointed out.
Bill pouted.
"He's supposed to be playing up to his costume," Bill complained; "the least he could do is try."
"This is Tom," Gustav said with a small shrug; "did you really expect anything else."
Bill gave a little huff.
"No, I suppose not," Bill replied, taking a sip of his red wine.
Tom was the only one who had resisted the idea of Bill being allowed to dress them. While Gustav and Georg had bowed to the inevitable, Tom had been stubborn; that was until he had been goaded into a bet by Bill and lost. Gustav couldn't help smiling as he remembered the conversation where Bill had taken revenge for being rejected and declared that Tom was going to the party as a virgin. To say Tom had been unimpressed was an understatement, especially when Bill had extracted a promise out of his twin that Tom would play the role for at least the first bit of the party.
That meant that Tom was somewhere in the area wearing white jeans that were a compromise between the usual baggy style and the pair of sinfully tight ones Bill had wanted to put Tom in (that had been an interesting shopping trip); a white t-shirt of normal proportions; white trainers; and a white band to keep the mane of dreads under control. Bill had point blank refused to let Tom wear a hat; Gustav had heard the shrieking from the next hotel room.
When they had arrived, Tom had played the role just like Bill had wanted, but Gustav doubted very much that Tom could have kept it up for more than a few minutes.
"How about Georg, I haven't seen him in ages either?" Bill continued while glancing around the room.
"Oh, he's around somewhere," Gustav replied, "most likely lurking in a dark corner so he can scare the crap out of someone. Him you got spot on; he's having a blast with that ninja outfit."
Bill positively beamed and Gustav scored himself a point for putting Bill back in a good mood. They had all been under a lot of pressure lately and Bill's normally bubbly exterior had been beginning to show a few cracks. He was pretty sure that Tom had lost the bet with Bill deliberately so Tom could make his twin happy without having to admit he'd done it willingly. He knew that he himself had enjoyed the delight with which Bill had picked out all their costumes. When Bill was happy it was infectious and the whole thing had done them all good.
"It's a shame the costume shop messed up your outfit," Bill said, giving him the up and down; "you'd have made a really good cowboy."
Gustav wasn't so sure, but he smiled anyway.
"But a really bad Lone Ranger," he replied, trying to keep the tone light, "especially since the most I could get in the costume was a foot."
That made Bill grin.
"Might have given David a heart attack," Bill commented and laughed.
"Might have won me the bet to see which of us can make Saki blush first though," he said with a grin of his own.
It was at that moment that the evening decided to go even more downhill. Someone barged into Bill from behind and, before Bill could do anything or Gustav could leap to the rescue, the large glass of red wine was sailing through the air. It was one of those times when everything went terribly slowly, because disaster was approaching and he couldn't do anything to stop it. The wine launched in a huge arc and plastered some poor woman in a white dress from neck to ankle.
She was facing away from them and she spun on the spot with a screech.
"I'm so sorry," Bill began apologising immediately, but Gustav knew it was a lost cause; he had taken one look at the woman's eyes.
Bill began babbling at high speed, trying to explain that someone had pushed him, but the woman was clearly not listening.
"A curse on you and those closest to you," she finally yelled, before spinning on the spot again and stalking towards the exit.
Bill looked like a wounded puppy and Gustav put out his hand to comfort his friend. It really hadn't been Bill's fault. There was nothing either of them could do as the woman made a dramatic exit and all Gustav could think was that some people were really odd. A shiver ran up his spine, but he ignored it and tried to decide what on earth to do next.
"It wasn't your fault," he said as Bill looked mournfully at the mostly empty glass; "I think she was just highly strung."
"I threw wine all over her," Bill said, and appeared so sorry about it that Gustav was at a loss.
"Because someone barged you from behind," he pointed out, "someone who seems to have run away."
If there was one thing he hated it was people who dodged their responsibilities. If you caused something, you owned up. The last thing any of them needed was more stress and Bill looked like he was about to stress about the whole thing very much. At any other time they probably would have laughed about it and just gone on, but they were a little too frazzled to just brush it off at the moment.
When he saw Tom wandering into the area he thanked god for small mercies and waved at the other twin. He was seen almost immediately and Tom started in their direction. Tom walked up to them and smiled, which seemed to brighten Bill's mood quite distinctly without really trying.
"We thought you had found a pretty girl," Bill said, linking arms with Tom as if he never wanted to let go, which was odd even for the twins.
Of course the woman had been a nasty shock, so Gustav could understand Bill overreacting a little bit.
"Oh I did," Tom said in a perfectly amicable tone, "but she seemed to want more than I was willing to give."
For a moment Gustav did a double take; those were words he had never, ever expected to hear out of Tom's mouth. The shock dissipated quickly, however, as Bill smiled brightly and Gustav realised what was going on; Tom was getting into the role. He could only assume that Tom had seen Bill's crest fallen face earlier and decided that something needed to be done about it and he couldn't help grinning at the effort Tom was putting in.
"I need another drink," Bill said, sounding bubbly and cheerful again; "I'm really thirsty all of a sudden."
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At some point Gustav had managed to lose the twins again, but he had actually started to enjoy himself a little bit by then, so he hadn't minded. He hadn't seen Georg all evening, so he could only assume there was a girl somewhere who was getting lucky with a ninja. The party was beginning to wind down and he was considering going back to his room, since they were staying in the hotel, but he really wanted to find the twins first. Well once he had answered the call of nature first.
As he opened the door to the gents, the first thing he heard was the sound of someone being sick. He would have turned around on the spot, since that was the last thing he wanted to be involved in, but he heard a very familiar voice.
"It's okay, Bill," Tom said and Gustav was walking into the room quickly.
He found Bill leant over one of the two toilets with Tom standing behind him rubbing his back.
"Everything okay?" Gustav asked, very surprised to see that it was Bill being ill; Bill didn't usually get that drunk.
Tom turned, looking worried.
"Bill had a reaction to something," Tom said, rubbing Bill's back in soothing circles.
"Not alcohol?" Gustav asked very carefully, since he didn't want to feel Tom's wrath, but Bill had been drinking things he wasn't really used to earlier in the evening.
"He's been on water since we left you," Tom said, seemingly so worried that there was no anger at the idea that Gustav would suggest such a thing. "I was hungry, so we went to find some food from the buffet table; he ate one cheese pastry thing and then ran in here."
"I'm fine," Bill said, sounding hoarse; "I think there was just something in the pastry filling I'm allergic to."
Gustav had never seen Bill react to anything so violently before, but he did not say so, just moved out of the way so Bill could stumble to the sink and wash his mouth out.
"Why am I so damn thirsty?" Bill bemoaned and reached for the hand towels the hotel had put out. "And cold?" Bill added.
"You don't eat enough," Tom tried to joke, but from Bill's glare it fell rather flat.
"Maybe you're coming down with a bug," Gustav suggested.
"God I hope not," Bill said with a sigh; "this sucks."
Gustav couldn't fault his friend for that statement.
"I'm going back to my room," Bill decided after a moment's silence; "I want to lie down."
Tom looked at Gustav and they shared a look.
"We're coming too," Tom decided in a tone that tried to make it sound unimportant.
"No, that's okay," Bill said, even though he sounded incredibly reluctant, "I'll be fine. You can go and find a girl now without me hovering around for a start."
"I was going to head up anyway," Gustav interrupted, before Tom could reply; "the party's beginning to wind down."
He did notice that Tom looked rather confused by something.
"Yeah, sleep sounds good," Tom added, covering up the confusion; "and when we're all fresh as daisies in the morning and Georg's not, we can take the piss out of him all day."
Bill seemed to like that if the bright smile was anything to go by.
"Okay," Bill agreed.
They filed out of the men's loo, Bill first, Tom second and Gustav last and Gustav was just contemplating what he had to put away before he could sleep when a figure stepped out of the shadows right in front of him. He jumped for his life and then swore loudly.
"Georg," he said sharply, "did you have to do that?"
Georg just looked at him, eyes staring out of the ninja mask and fixing him with what could only be described as a steely gaze. When Georg didn't say anything, Gustav just shook his head and stepped past his friend.
"You are way too into the role," he muttered to himself.
When Georg just sort of appeared beside him in the lift, he was about ready to hit his friend; he hadn't heard him following at all. Georg seemed to be glaring at Bill, who was taking no notice whatsoever and appeared to be completely absorbed by Tom. Tom pushed the button for their floor and the door closed.
Gustav looked around at his friends and decided that he would be very glad for the evening to be over now; he didn't really like weird and all the others were acting just a little strangely.
"God you smell good," Bill suddenly announced to the world in general and seemed to almost have his nose in Tom's hair.
What was even more extraordinary, however, was that Tom actually blushed. To top that off, Georg did not even remotely try to take the piss out of Tom and basically the world was coming to an end; Gustav was sure of it.
"You are all nuts," he said firmly and leant back against the side of the lift.
"But he does," Bill insisted, "and hell am I thirsty; hungry too."
Bill moved closer to Tom to prove his point and Georg shifted silently, still glaring at Bill for some reason. Tom was just looking between the two rather worriedly and Gustav gave up trying to figure it out.
"I kind of feel funny," Bill said as the lift reached their floor.
Having uttered those fateful words, Bill put his hand to his head and swayed slightly. Gustav reached out a microsecond after Tom already had to steady his friend and between them he and Tom made sure Bill remained upright.
"Are you okay?" Tom asked urgently as Bill blinked owlishly at the rest of them.
"Little dizzy," Bill said, but soon straightened up.
"Let's get you back to your room," Tom decided, moving so that there was no space at all between him and Bill.
Gustav was pleased to see that Bill looked a little brighter at that, but it was still really odd. He would have shadowed the twins, but Georg got their first as they walked out of the lift, so he followed everyone down the corridor.
"Being sick probably dehydrated you," Tom decided while dealing with Bill's door; "lets get you lying down and I'll get you some juice or something."
It was touching how Tom always looked after Bill when it was required and Gustav trailed everyone into the hotel room. Tom was helping Bill out of the long black jacket and everything seemed to be under control, so Gustav decided he needed to answer the call of nature that had been interrupted. He wasn't about to run out on his friends just in case, so he stepped into Bill's bathroom and went to use the toilet.
The whole evening was getting weirder by the second and he took the time out to hope that there wasn't about to be a crisis. If Bill was ailing for something then their schedule was going to go to hell and things were going to go down hill. They had a concert in a couple of days and he hoped that Bill would not be going on while unwell, because it never did Bill any good, Tom any good, because of worrying or either of the rest of them either, because they were constantly looking out for the twins.
None of them needed the stress and Bill definitely didn't need an illness.
Having used the facilities, he pulled up his trousers, flushed the toilet and then walked to the sink to wash his hands. He was feeling the effects of the alcohol he had consumed and what he really wanted to do was head to bed, but he wasn't leaving before he was sure Bill was okay. He hadn't bothered to tuck his shirt in and he considered leaving it for a while, but he was nothing if not fastidious and so he went to rectify the problem. It was purely by chance that he lifted it first, because he thought he saw a thread hanging off one corner, and it was them he saw something impossible.
His trousers were somewhat low slung tonight and he should have been able to see his belly button, but where it should have been there was smooth skin. For a moment he thought he was drunker than he realised and he was seeing things, but undoing his trousers again he touched his stomach and it became very clear, very quickly that this was really happening.
There was a clatter and what sounded suspiciously like a growl from the other room and he hurriedly fastened his trousers as he put together the completely ridiculous, but inescapable conclusion. He had been telling everyone he was a clone of himself and the obvious sign of a natural birth was gone; Tom had been claiming to be a virgin and had suddenly started acting like he really was one; Georg really had been dressed as a ninja and was appearing out of shadows with a grace that Georg had never, ever possessed; and Bill, Bill had been pretending to be a vampire and had a sudden aversion to real food. Somehow, their costumes had become reality.
Grabbing the door handle, he freed the lock and went charging into the other room. Tom was on one side of the bed, as white as his clothes, Bill was backed into the opposite corner and Georg was on the bed waving a very long, very lethal looking sword. Bill was already bleeding and it was quite clear Georg was ready to strike another blow.
"No!" Gustav bellowed at the top of his lungs and managed to make himself the centre of attention.
Bill hissed at him and growled, eyes completely black and glittering with sparks of red. Georg went to move again at the threat.
"No," Gustav said again, just as firmly, but not with the volume this time. "Bill, you need to calm down."
He prayed that the real Bill was still under the vampire somewhere, because the long fangs that Bill revealed every time he snarled looked very dangerous indeed. Whatever had happened to set Bill off was hopefully fleeting, at least that was the premise on which he chose to work. If it wasn't true they were all so far up shit creek without a paddle it probably wasn't going to matter.
"Georg, back away from Bill," he said slowly and calmly.
Georg glared at him for just a moment for that suggestion.
"Georg," he said more sharply, doing his best to remember the small amount he knew about ninja's from martial arts movies; "you should be trying to help him, not trying to kill him. Bill is part of your clan."
It was a long shot, but he breathed a sigh of relief when Georg took a step back. There was no doubt Georg was still keeping himself between Bill and Tom, but the initial risk seemed to have been mitigated as Georg stepped off the bed and stood in front of Tom. That just left Bill, who was no longer growling, but definitely didn't look quite human.
"Bill, this isn't you," Gustav said, trying to sound like he wasn't about to freak out; "you need to put the vampire away."
On the evidence he had seen so far, he didn't think Bill's current state was the normal one and he hoped that talking Bill down would actually work. It was still almost impossible to believe even with the evidence in front of him, but luckily he wasn't listening to the voice that was trying to tell him someone had to have spiked his drink.
"Tom, what happened?" he asked, since Bill didn't look fit to answer and Georg didn't seem to want to talk at all.
"Um," Tom sounded confused and afraid, "Bill was getting clingy and he wouldn't let me go, then suddenly he had fangs and Georg separated us with the sword. What the hell's going on?"
"We're our costumes," he said, keeping his eyes firmly on Bill. "A woman cursed Bill and those closest to him, which must mean us. Now Bill's a vampire, Georg's a ninja, you're a virgin and I'm a clone of myself. We need to all calm down and fix this before someone gets hurt."
For the first time since he had entered the room, Bill began to look confused. As he watched, Bill's eyes faded back to their normal brown and Bill blinked at him as if trying to understand what was going on.
"Feeling better?" he asked tentatively and took a small step towards Bill.
Shock and horror began to dawn on Bill's face as their singer looked down at the blood on his shirt.
"Oh god, I ..." Bill began to say.
"But you didn't," Gustav stepped in before the self-recrimination could start. "Are you hurt?"
Bill appeared afraid, but looked down at himself anyway. A quick move of the shirt where it was cut and bloodied revealed perfect, unmarked skin and Bill looked back seemingly shocked as well as frightened.
"Are you in control?" was Gustav's next question.
Bill nodded just a little.
"I think so," was the quiet response.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"What set you off?" he decided that if they wanted to prevent it happening again they needed to know.
Bill actually looked embarrassed at that, as well as worried.
"Tom," was the very guilty response; "he smells so good and I'm so hungry."
Tom blushed the most incredible shade of pink.
"Okay, then, Georg," Gustav took charge, "you keep doing what you’re doing; stay between Bill and Tom, but, if Bill loses it, do not hurt him, just keep them apart. Bill you stay over there; Tom, come and sit down here. I'm going to see if I can track down the woman who did this and get us back to normal."
Tom was looking worriedly at Bill, but did as he was told. It was clear that Tom wanted to go to Bill even with the current danger; it seemed that even the supernatural could not dull the twins' bond.
"Anything I can do?" Tom asked as Gustav picked up the phone.
'Try being less virginal' was the phrase that jumped to mind, but Gustav knew that wouldn't help.
"Just don't go near Bill," he said and dialled down to reception.
Bill looked completely lost and utterly ashamed in his corner by the bed, but Gustav couldn't help feeling a little more comfortable when Bill slid down the wall and sat on the floor. Bill made a very impressive vampire, but that didn't stop the fact that Bill was making him nervous.
"Hello," he said as soon as someone answered the phone, "this is Gustav Schäfer. There was a small accident at the party this evening and I'm trying to locate one of the other guests. I was wondering if you could help me, please?"
The woman on the other end of the phone was very helpful, but, by the time he was transferred to someone else, he knew it was not going to be an easy job. It was as he was waiting for the fourth member of the night staff he had spoken to, to look for some information they had no real idea about, that he heard Bill groan. He looked over to see his friend hugging his knees tightly.
"Bill are you okay?" Tom asked, standing up.
Georg put himself squarely in Tom's way and Gustav put his hand over the receiver of the phone and turned his attention to what was going on in the room.
"It hurts," Bill said, clearly sounding like he was in pain.
When Bill lifted his head, the eyes that looked at them were very dark brown and tinged with red. It made a shiver run up Gustav's spine and he almost forgot about the phone.
"Is there anything we can do?" Tom asked, obviously very worried.
"Don't ask that," Bill all but snapped back and there was a peculiar edge to his voice.
When the person on the other end of the line came back on, Gustav prayed they could help; it was clear they were running out of time.
Forty five minutes later, he had managed to get precisely nowhere, except back to one of the people he had already spoken to. The person in charge of the guest list wasn't on duty and no one else could seem to find out who the woman in question was. It was frustrating beyond belief.
"Shit," he said, slamming the phone down in annoyance; "these people have no idea what they're doing. Surely there must have been a list somewhere."
Bill didn't even react; the singer was huddled in a little ball and hadn't moved in minutes. The only reactions out of him were little noises of pain every now and then and last time Gustav had seen them, Bill's eyes had been deep black again. Sooner or later Bill was going to lose it and then he didn't know what they were going to do.
"Georg," he said, wracking his brains for anything that might help; "how are you at tracking?"
His thought process was that ninja's were assassins and night hunters so they should be able to find people. It was a long shot, but they were running out of options very fast and the only other one he could think of was locking Bill in the bathroom. The main problem with that one was that he suspected the door would be little object to a ravenous vampire.
Georg was giving him a hard stare from behind the mask, but he didn't think it was a 'you're-insane' look, but more a thoughtful one.
"The hotel can't find the information to tell me who the woman is," he decided to explain his thinking now that he had Georg's attention, "so you're our last hope. Do you think you could, maybe, break into their offices and find what we need and then track her down?"
For a moment Georg did nothing, but eventually his friend nodded and Gustav breathed another sigh of relief. It was, however, short lived.
"Oh shit," Tom said and he looked at the blond twin to find that Tom was staring over at Bill's corner.
The big problem when he followed his friend's eye line was that the corner was empty. In the few seconds he had been speaking to Georg, Bill had gone. Some instinct made him look up and he swore very colourfully; Bill wasn't completely gone; Bill was on the ceiling. His heart missed several beats as black predatory eyes swept over him. The creature hanging effortlessly from the ceiling barely seemed like Bill at all; this was all vampire and no human and Gustav knew they were the prey.
Georg moved with such speed that for a moment Gustav thought that ninja might beat vampire, but Bill was too fast. As Georg moved, raising his sword, Bill fell on him from the ceiling, landing on Georg's back and clinging like a limpet. Georg brought up the sword to try and attack Bill, but Bill just batted it away with a growl, ripping at Georg's clothes with his other hand. Gustav knew what was going to happen before it did, but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
The black material of Georg's hood and top ripped under Bill's attack and then Bill snarled and dug pearly white fangs into Georg's neck. At first Georg's attempts to throw Bill off became more frantic, but in only moments Georg came to a complete halt. The sword clattered to the floor from suddenly relaxed fingers and all resistance ceased. When Bill looked up, Gustav was very much afraid, because he was pinned down by black eyes that were now glowing red at the centre. Blood was very visible on Bill's unnaturally red lips and without a doubt Gustav knew he was next.
For a moment there was complete stillness as Georg stood there, empty eyed with Bill still wrapped around him. It was like they were balanced on the edge of a cliff and Gustav could see all the way to the bottom. He was terrified and his mind just froze. When Bill finally moved, he felt as if he was falling into the abyss and he barely even tried to defend himself as Bill pounced on him.
It only hurt for a moment as Bill's fangs sliced into his neck and then he was flooded by power and the pain was irrelevant. His body filled with wonderful sensations, distracting his mind from any attempt to fight what was happening until it was too late. His will crumbled under Bill's and it was almost as if he was a passenger in his own body as his muscles followed the overwhelming instruction to be still. When Bill stepped back from him, it was like he was frozen; he couldn't make himself move.
Bill was still looking at him and he was aware of everything that was going on, he just couldn't do anything about it. Even as Bill wiped his mouth and then turned away, the power he had felt and had seen in those eyes did not let him go and all he could do was watch.
Tom had left the sofa and was standing against the wall as far away from Bill as he could get and Tom looked as terrified as Gustav felt. For a moment he was sure they were all going to die, but Bill did not launch himself at Tom like a hungry beast, in fact, as he watched, Gustav saw the vampire traits fade from Bill's features.
"Come to me, Tomi," Bill said, in a quiet, perfectly normal voice, "please."
Tom didn’t move, but Tom did begin to look confused rather than completely out of his mind with terror.
"Why don't you come and get me?" Tom asked, still standing against the wall.
"I could never hurt you, Tomi," Bill said, sounding like he really meant it; "it would kill me to hurt you."
"But you can hurt Georg and Gustav?" Tom sounded angry.
"I didn't hurt them much," Bill replied, and he even appeared sorry for it, "but they were trying to stop me. They would never let me have you, Tomi, and I want you; I need you."
Gustav wanted to tell Tom not to go to Bill, to fight what was happening, but he was as helpless at Tom seemed to be.
"Please come to me, Tomi," Bill all but begged and held out his hand.
It was all too obvious that everything was lost the moment Tom moved. Their doom approached with every step Tom took, Gustav was sure of it. What surprised him was that when Tom took Bill's hand and was dragged into an embrace, Bill did not immediately sink his fangs into Tom's neck.
"I'm sorry," Bill whispered, holding Tom close, "I didn't mean to scare you."
It could have been a make up hug after any of the twins' fights as Tom slowly brought his arms around Bill as well, but the supernatural air in the room belied that. Gustav's fear began to ebb just a little as he realised he didn't really understand what was going on. The frenzy of Bill's attack seemed to be over and he felt a little glimmer of hope.
"What do you want?" Tom asked when both twins pulled back from the embrace.
The expression on Bill's face was one of love and guilt and need and lust.
"Everything," was the hushed admission and Gustav's system burst with shock as he realised what Bill was saying.
Tom looked shocked for a moment as well.
"You want to ..?" Tom didn't seem to have the words.
"Make love with you," Bill said, voice heavy with desire, "and at the moment you feel the most pleasure I want to bite you and drain you and make you like me. We can be together forever, Tomi, like we're supposed to be."
"You're my brother," Tom said, but there was little protest in his voice, mostly just confusion.
"Twin," Bill corrected, reaching out to stroke the side of Tom's face; "the other half of my soul. It's always been you, Tomi. I need all of you; I love all of you, and your sweet smell is driving me crazy. I know you want me, Tomi; I can sense it and I can't fight it anymore."
For a moment they were totally still and Gustav thought they might stay that way forever, but slowly Tom moved.
"Then don't try," were the quiet words.
When the pair came together it was like electricity lanced into the room as their lips met and Gustav forgot why this was bad. Bill and Tom looked so perfect together that a part of him couldn't understand why it had never occurred to him to think it before. It was only as they broke apart again that he remembered that this was a vampire seducing his chosen victim. He wanted to tell Tom to run away, to get help, anything, but he couldn't move.
"What about them?" Tom asked, glancing in his direction.
"Forget them for now," Bill said and turned Tom's face back so Gustav had no time to even plead with his eyes.
Tom was lost; that much was completely clear now.
For a few seconds Tom stiffened as Bill kissed along Tom's jaw, moving on to Tom's long neck and it was clear that Tom was expecting a bite, but Bill just nuzzled there and then moved back. Gustav could see the nerves slowly flowing out of Tom with Bill's every move and he was sure Tom would never break away now. The connection between the twins was so obvious and it was becoming more important than the whole supernatural aspect of the situation.
"I have wanted you so long," Bill whispered to Tom and Gustav was not sure it was a line.
It sounded so honest and real and it was difficult to believe that Bill would just say these things to seduce Tom. It had been clear that the vampire could take anything he wanted, but for some reason Bill seemed to want Tom to be willing.
The twins only had eyes for each other and Gustav found himself watching every move as Bill slowly reached out and took hold of the bottom of Tom's t-shirt. Bill then paused and frowned a little.
"You hate this t-shirt, right?" Bill asked in a surprisingly thoughtful manner.
"It's not baggy enough," was Tom's response at which point Bill smiled.
The t-shirt made an interesting ripping noise as Bill took the bottom of it and calmly split it all the way up the front. Tom looked a little startled, but shrugged out of the ruined t-shirt.
"Didn't want to mess up your dreads just yet," Bill said and grinned a very normal looking grin.
For a moment Gustav almost forgot what he was looking at.
"Do I get to undress you too?" Tom asked and the hesitant way Tom spoke reminded him very sharply that this was very far from normal.
Bill's grin became a softer smile.
"I would love you to," Bill said softly and stole another kiss.
End of Part 1
On to Part 2
