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beren_writesTitle: Curses! 04/04
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
Links: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Link: Other Fic
Chapter 4 The Woman In White
It probably wasn't the most settling thing to open your front door and find four young men on your door step. Gustav was impressed when the poor woman didn't scream and slam the door in their faces. They had left Saki and David in the van and had all piled down the path to the front of the residence. It turned out she lived in the suburbs in a very nice looking house. In the afternoon sun she looked like a perfectly ordinary person.
"Hello," Bill said hesitantly, stepping into the role of voice of the band even though this was a very unusual situation, "umm, remember us?"
The woman looked stunned.
"Ah," was about the most sensible thing she seemed to be able to say.
"The party," Tom hinted helpfully.
"Sorry," she apologised, looking at each of them in turn, "but, no I don't remember. Some idiot spiked my drink and I have a very bad reaction to alcohol thanks to an Asian grandmother with an inherited intolerance; I'm afraid I don't remember a thing about the party at all."
That wasn't quite what any of them had been expecting.
"You're Tokio Hotel," the woman said before the surprised silence could go on too long.
"Um, yeah," Bill said, seemingly not sure what to say, "could we possibly come in please? We need your help."
The woman looked even more surprised, but did step back.
"Sure," she said and indicated a doorway off to the side, "but I can't think how I could possibly be of assistance to you."
They all piled in and Gustav chose a seat near Georg, while the twins picked the sofa, when they were invited to sit down.
"Now, what can I do for you?" she asked pleasantly, completely at odds with how Gustav remembered her from the night before. "I'm Marie, by the way."
"Well," Bill said slowly, "first of all I wanted to offer to pay for your dress, cleaning or replacement."
"The red wine," Marie asked, sounding surprised; "that was you? I wondered how that had happened."
Bill nodded and looked apologetic.
"Someone barged into me from behind and my glass went flying," Bill explained, and Gustav was glad he was not the one doing the talking. "I would have offered to pay for everything last night, but you were rather angry."
Marie sat down.
"Oh dear," she said, looking apologetic herself, "I'm so sorry. From all accounts when I have alcohol I become rather explosive. I really don't remember a thing."
Gustav found Bill looking at him before moving on to the others. The house had some crystals lying about the place and there were some interesting books on one of the shelves in the room, but in the light of day what they had been through seemed rather bizarre.
"Um," Bill said eventually, "you cursed us."
Marie looked shocked and then horrified.
"Oh heavens," she said, clearly flabbergasted, "please tell me you're joking."
Gustav shook his head just as the others all made similar movements.
"We turned into our costumes," he decided that putting the burden all on Bill simply wasn't fair.
Marie appeared even more stunned.
"I have never..." she began to say, "but I clearly did. I am so sorry; please tell me what I can do to make amends."
"The curse broke around dawn, we think," Tom took up the explanation, "but there's a problem..."
"I was dressed as a vampire," Bill said, looking far guiltier than he should have; "I got Tom and Gustav before the curse broke."
"And I got Georg," Tom added.
"We're not vampires now," Georg piped in.
"But we're not normal either," Gustav finished for them all.
It was quite comforting to see that Marie seemed horrified by the whole thing; she seemed like an entirely different person from the night before.
"Do you think you can help us?" Bill asked quietly.
"I will definitely try," Marie said, looking determined in a way that could have been slightly scary. "How are you not normal?"
"We seem to have some vampire traits, but diluted," Gustav chose to explain.
"Like an echo of a real vampire?" Marie asked.
Gustav might have analysed it further, but the others were nodding so he went along with it.
"Then it could be magical residue," Marie told them, clearly thinking on her feet; "a reflection of the curse that will fade with time. We should be able to speed that process along with a purification ritual."
Marie stood up and Gustav automatically climbed to his feet as well and the others were quick to follow.
"This way," their hostess invited and took them towards another room.
The afternoon was not as tense as the morning, but Gustav still felt very far from relaxed as he followed where they were led. He just hoped the purification ritual wasn't something too outrageous; his knowledge of witchcraft was smaller than his knowledge of vampires.
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Gustav felt really silly holding a crystal, but he couldn't exactly say it was all mumbo jumbo any more. It was quite clear Marie was a powerful witch and if she said he should hold a crystal he wasn't going to argue no matter how ridiculous he felt. At least the room they were in now made him feel more like he wasn't being an idiot, since it did have things on the walls and the floor and did feel different.
"This is a purification ritual," Marie said as she took the place at the head of the circle they were now sitting in. "Concentrate your energy on the crystal you are holding. As it flows through the crystal it will be purified and the circle will return it to you."
It sounded like something out of a graphic novel, but Gustav did as he was told. If the whole situation had taught him nothing else, it was to have an open mind. Marie began chanting something under her breath and he felt the strangest sensation run up his spine. He heard Bill give a little gasp, but he was too intent on concentrating like he had been told to, to look up and check.
If felt kind of like a very low current was running through him and he stared at his crystal with complete focus. He wasn't the sort to give only part of himself to something, so he sat there and did his very best. His concentration only broke when there was a thud to his right, quickly followed by a second one.
He looked over to see Bill folded virtually in half having slumped forward onto the floor and Tom sprawled backwards; both looked to be out for the count.
"Oh shit," he said, heedless of what they were supposed to have been doing anymore, and he dropped his crystal in favour of seeing if Bill was alright.
When he pulled Bill upright again, Bill was completely floppy as if he was asleep or unconscious and Gustav pulled his friend against him to make sure Bill didn't slump down again. Bill's head flopped against his shoulder and he couldn't help noticing that as Bill's mouth sagged open slightly he could see little pointed fangs. Nothing like the night before, but definitely longer than they should have been.
"Bill, can you hear me?" he asked, well aware that Georg was dealing with Tom at the same time.
He received a mumbled reply, which was better than nothing.
"What happened?" he more or less demanded of Marie as Bill tried to move with all the aptitude of someone who had just been hit on the head hard.
"I think I may know why the curse worked so well," Marie replied, which didn't answer the question and annoyed Gustav somewhat; "I think Bill and Tom together may make an extraordinary conduit. Let's get them in the other room; they should be fine in a minute, they just overloaded."
Gustav wanted to argue that people fainting was generally not good, but Marie was already heading back towards the living room with a determined look on her face. Bill was beginning to come round more, so he stood up and pulled Bill with him. They wouldn't win any competitions for grace and deportment, but Bill was able to stand without falling over again, so Gustav was happy.
"What happened?" was the slurred and confused question.
"You and Tom overloaded," he said, since it was the only explanation he had.
Bill didn't really seem to understand that any more than he had.
"Did it work?" was the next muddle question.
"No," he replied and steered Bill towards the door where Georg was already taking Tom.
"Oh," was Bill's rather disappointed response as they began to move.
Gustav steered Bill in the general direction they were supposed to be going and then sat his friend down next to Tom once they were in range of the sofa. Then he looked over to where Marie had several books out on the table and was pouring over one.
"Incredible," Marie said, reading a page in one book and then looking at another huge tome.
"Why didn't the purification ritual work?" Georg asked the question Gustav was thinking and he was sure the one to which the twins wanted an answer as well.
"Because none of you need purifying," was the logical but most unhelpful response.
"But we're still partially vampires," Gustav pointed out; if anything needed purifying he was sure it was vampires.
Marie looked up at that.
"Actually you're vampyrs," she said as if it was a perfectly reasonable thing to say, but Gustav was becoming annoyed again, because nothing was making sense.
He didn't think yelling would help, but he was only one step away from caring.
"Isn't that just a funny way of saying vampire?" Tom asked, clearly at the same level of understanding as he was.
"No," surprisingly it was Bill who spoke, "a vampyr is half human, half vampire. Vampyrs have some vampire traits and powers, but not all of them."
Marie looked impressed and Gustav had to award one point to Bill's vampire obsession.
"But vampyrs are born," Bill pointed out, seemingly knowing his stuff, "we were definitely human yesterday."
The nod Marie gave confused Gustav all over again; he had never been overly interested in the supernatural and this was all a bit much for his practical nature.
"I think what we have here is something unprecedented," Marie replied, "an alignment of power so great that it caused a permanent alteration of the physical world. I was working under the assumption that you were all still feeling the effects of the residual curse; the remnants of my anger and an accidental out flux of power, which the purification should have removed, but I now think this is something else."
Gustav told himself to remain calm.
"Did you say permanent?" he asked, refusing to let his less rational thoughts take over.
"Permanent as in not as transitory as the curse," Marie explained, clearly sympathising with his dilemma; "a curse put you in an altered state, but somehow you actually seem to have become vampyrs. I do not know if it is reversible, but I do know it is not a matter of removing residual magic."
"But why did it happen?"
Gustav noticed that Bill had moved closer to Tom as his friend asked the question. That made him check his own reactions, because the last thing he wanted was for Bill to start freaking out again. They were all in this together, for good or ill. Marie stopped what she was doing at that and stood straight behind the desk.
"I don't know," she replied with an honestly that frightened Gustav a little, "but there must have been an incredible force at work. Even if you were changed into vampires it was still a product of the curse and so it should have cancelled at the same time. When you were turned into vampires were you doing anything else?"
The heat that entered Gustav's face at that point made him feel like he was glowing and suddenly everyone was looking anywhere but at each other. Admitting amongst themselves that they had had sex was entirely different from telling someone else, especially someone they really didn't know. Marie was looking at them very hard now.
"Nothing said here will go beyond these walls, I swear," Marie said, but that didn’t make Gustav anymore inclined to tell her and no one else spoke up either. "Okay," Marie continued when it became clear no one was going to say anything, "I'll take a wild stab in the dark here; was sex involved?"
Bill looked like he wanted to disappear through the floor.
"Yes," Georg said and Gustav was glad he didn't have to.
"Sex and vampires make for a powerful combination," Marie said in a surprisingly straightforward manner, "but it still seems very unlikely."
The whole thing was becoming more and more convoluted and Gustav was beginning to doubt there was a solution.
"Were any of you virgins?" Marie asked after seeming to think for a few moments.
Looking over at Bill, his friend was about as red as you could become without having an aneurism.
"Me," Bill said in a very small voice.
"And that was my costume," Tom added almost brashly. "I don't know if that counts."
Marie was nodding as if this was beginning to make sense; Gustav wished it would make sense to him.
"Virginity always boosts sex magic," Maris observed, "and given that the vampire nature was passed on I would guess that your virgin status counted just as much, Tom. You're both powerful conduits, which could have brought this about. Were you having sex at the same time?"
That was met by total silence and there was no way any of them were going to answer that one. Gustav carefully moved just a little closer to the twins just in case solidarity was needed.
"Oh," Marie said after a few seconds and with a sinking feeling Gustav realised that no one had to say anything, because Marie was figuring it out all by herself, "right; vampires and virgins, always an explosive combination. Well, that would explain the amount of power being available for this to happen. If you think of most people as taps that can be turned on to varying degrees when it comes to magical energy, most people being just a drip and the more sensitive being a stream; Tom and Bill together are like a fire hose. The curse opened up the magical flow and Bill and Tom turned it into a flood."
"Then this is my fault," Bill said, looking devastated again.
"Don’t go there, Bill," Georg said very firmly as Tom reached out and grabbed Bill's hand.
"If we have to say one more time it's not your fault I'm going to brain you with one of your brother's guitars," Gustav added his own voice to the objection.
"Actually if it's anyone's fault it's mine," Marie said, looking very apologetic.
"More like the arsehole that spiked your drink," Georg pointed out and Gustav nodded.
Marie definitely wasn't the person he had met last night; completely the opposite in fact, but that didn't change one thing.
"So can we reverse what's happened?" he asked even though he suspected the answer.
"Honestly," Marie said, glancing down at her books, "I don't know. It would require a similar level of power and some sort of ritual to find your real selves. What happened last night was accidental sex magic; very, very powerful, accidental sex magic and we would have to unravel why the effect was achieved before being able to undo it. It could just be that the magic went into all of you because it had to go somewhere, or it could be something deeper than that."
It was sounding more and more unlikely that they had a way out of this.
"How could we find that out?" Tom asked, but he sounded as unsure as Gustav felt.
"We would have to go back into the experience in a vision quest," Marie said simply, "but there are dangers to that. It is possible we could rekindle the curse unless we were very careful."
They all looked at each other then and Gustav could tell none of them wanted that. Even remembering being a vampire was frightening to him; he had felt so out of control. The way he was now he felt in charge of himself even if it was a little odd.
"Is it so bad?" Georg asked as they sat there in silence.
Gustav frowned at him, not sure what his friend was on about exactly.
"What?" Bill asked.
"Is what we are so bad?" Georg asked, clearly one step ahead of the rest of them. "I haven't felt this good in months, what with the tour wearing us out and everything. So we're a little different now, but we've never exactly been like everyone else anyway. Is it worth risking everything to put us back to normal when there's nothing really wrong with us?"
For a moment Gustav wanted to tell his friend that of course it was worth it, but then he realised the Georg had a point. He'd been so focused on normal that it hadn't really occurred to him that not normal wasn't really a problem.
"What would it mean if we stayed this way?" he chose to ask Marie the direct question. "Will there be consequences?"
Marie looked down at her books.
"It says here that vampyrs can be volatile," she read.
"With Gustav and Bill in the band we're used to that," Tom commented and earned a slap on the arm from Bill.
"You'll crave blood and from time to time you'll actually need it," Marie continued, "and you'll be more sensitive to bright light, but other than that it looks like mostly plus points. You'll live longer, be stronger, faster, have heightened senses and more stamina."
"No nasty karmic suprises?" Georg asked in a just to be sure tone.
Marie shook her head.
"There is no way to become unaware of the things you now know," she told them all, "and you will notice things now you have been exposed to the supernatural, but being vampyrs will have less bearing on that than the fact that Bill and Tom are very powerful conductors."
They all looked at each other again.
"Are there any other ways, less dangerous ways, to find out what we would need to know to turn back?" Bill asked, still unsure by the looks of things.
Marie gave a little shrug.
"Possibly," she said thoughtfully; "I have some friends I could ask, but it will take time."
"Could you maybe look for us, please?" Bill asked hesitantly. "Just in case; we'd reimburse you for any expenses."
"Of course," Marie said sincerely, "I will do all I can and I will accept no payment. I bear some responsibility in this and I wish to help set the balance straight. Until then, I suggest we find all the information on vampyrs we can to forewarn you. I have more books in the spare room and the internet will probably bring up a lot of useful things."
Gustav blinked at that; he hadn't really thought about the internet being of assistance in something arcane, but clearly it was. As the other three walked towards the table, he couldn't help wondering how much of the real world they had been missing until now.
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It had been a very, very odd day following a really, really bizarre night and Gustav walked into his room, threw his hat and jacket onto the chair and sprawled onto the bed. He really wasn't sure what to think anymore. In an ordinary world, having had sex with Bill would have been the biggest thing on his list of incredible and impossible things, but the world really wasn't ordinary at all anymore. The concepts of the supernatural being real and that Bill and Tom were now firmly together in every sense were bigger than his own revelations.
Tom and Bill had gone to talk to David about the schedule for the following day, but, as he lay there contemplating the ceiling and doing his best not to think too hard, he heard the door to the next room open and close. Tom's room was next to his and with his sharper hearing it was very easy to hear somebody entering it. He caught the familiar sound of Bill's voice and then Tom answering, at which point he did his very best to ignore that he could hear anything at all. He had never considered that having sharper hearing would be a problem for these kinds of reasons.
Sitting up, he decided that putting more walls between himself and the twins would be good for making sure he didn't hear anything he wasn't supposed to, so he headed for the bathroom. A nice long shower was just what he needed, so he turned on the water and set about getting everything ready.
When he walked back into the other room to get the robe he knew was hanging in the wardrobe, he heard a thump from next door and then a moan that sent messages straight to his cock. It was very clear what the twins were up to, so he fled back to the bathroom to take his long and indulgent shower.
In the end he managed to stay in the bathroom for a whole half an hour before he finally padded out into the other room wearing only the fluffy robe. There were muffled noises still coming from the next room, but Bill and Tom seemed to have moved away from the wall, which meant it wasn't too loud. He turned the television on low in self preservation and decided to find his iPod when he could be bothered to dig through his stuff. Unlike his iPod, however, his glasses were on the side and he picked them up automatically to watch the TV. It was only when he put them on that it occurred to him he didn't need them anymore as the room distorted horribly. With a shake of his head he sat down and decided this was all going to take some getting used to.
He wasn't usually into cartoons, but he needed something mindless to concentrate on for a while, so he found a children's channel and sat down on the edge of the bed to watch. By the time there was a knock on his door, he was quite absorbed in the ridiculous entertainment.
Just in case, he peeked through the spy hole on the door to see who it was and opened it quickly when he saw Georg standing on the other side.
"Hi," Georg said with a smile, "I'm bored, mind if I come in?"
"Sure," Gustav replied and stepped back towards where he had been sitting, "but be aware you might have to listen to Bill and Tom having sex."
Georg grinned at that, closing the door and following him into the room.
"Yeah, I noticed they were 'busy' when I walked by their door," Georg said, throwing himself down into the arm chair near the bed, "this hearing thing is weird."
"I don't need my glasses anymore," Gustav agreed with a nod; "I'll have to get some window glass ones or something or people will cotton on sooner or later."
"Useful and a pain at the same time," Georg commented, looking as relaxed and nonchalant as ever, but something wasn't quite right.
Gustav sat back down on the bed and put the TV onto some random music channel and turned it down.
"What's up?" he asked, not sure how he knew, but sure that the boredom line was just an excuse.
For a moment Georg appeared surprised and then looked at the ceiling.
"That obvious?" Georg asked, a thoughtful expression coming over his face.
Gustav shrugged; he wasn't sure his companion had been obvious at all, but the hyper senses thing seemed to make these things easier to pick up.
"Just a hunch," he said, putting the remote down on the bed.
For a while Georg just looked at him with a patented Georg I'm-thinking-give-me-a-minute stare. It was a little unsettling.
"All that stuff I said about not having deep dark fantasies about anyone in the band," Georg finally said; "I think I may have been premature."
Gustav reached for the remote and turned the TV off completely; this was not the time to be distracted.
"Go on," he prompted; wanting to know what Georg was talking about.
"When I got back to my room I fell asleep," Georg revealed sitting forward in the chair, "and I dreamed, vividly. I remember every detail and you could say the dreams were less than innocent. I've never had a dream like it, not even when adolescence kicked in full force."
"And all of us were in this dream?" Gustav asked.
Georg nodded.
"Could you have been hearing what the twins were up to?" he suggested, since it did seem rather strange.
"My hearing's good now," Georg said with a shake of his head, "but two doors and a corridor make a good sound baffle; I didn't hear them until I was outside."
Gustav tried to analyse that, but he wasn't coming up with any explanations.
"So you think your..." he didn't know how to put it.
"Hot for the rest of you?" Georg offered helpfully. "Yeah, I'd say I was very hot for all of you."
That was quite an admission.
"Have you felt anything unexpected today?" Georg asked, since they were way past embarrassment on this.
It wasn't something he had considered, but now that he did, he remembered his reaction to the moan he had heard through the wall. He had almost indulged in the shower, but had decided to wait until he was more comfortable, and at the time he had thought he was just horny. Of course he had always been attracted to the twins; something deep in his psyche had decided that long ago, so he hadn't really thought it was strange. Now he wasn't sure.
Looking over at Georg he pictured his friend from the previous evening, all black clothes and muscle. To his surprise he found that his body rather liked that image and he blinked and shifted where he was sitting.
"Um," he said as it dawned on him Georg had a point, "I think you might be on to something."
Almost as if Bill and Tom were on the same page, there was a cry from the next room and Gustav found himself staring at the wall. Someone with normal hearing would have been able to hear that. It was definitely Bill's voice and so full of passion that it felt as if the temperature in the room had just gone up several degrees.
"Shit," Georg said when Gustav finally looked back at him; "I think Bill's really enjoying himself."
"Tom bit him," Gustav found himself saying before he thought about it.
"How did..?" Georg stopped halfway through the question.
Gustav had no idea how he had known that, but something about the cry must have given it away, because it was clear Georg knew it was true as well. They sat there looking at each other for a few moments and then Georg stood up.
"Well I think we really need to talk about this with Bill and Tom too," Georg said rapidly, "but right now I need to go ... um ... well you know."
He did know as well, very well, because he couldn't help reacting to the sound anymore than Georg could. As his friend headed for the door, he made a very quick and impulsive decision.
"You don't have to go," he said and was almost as shocked at his own words as Georg appeared to be.
"I need to ..." Georg said as if he wasn't quite sure what Gustav was saying.
"Yeah, me too," he replied, deciding that now he had said it he couldn't back down; "and you don't have to leave. We could ... um ... help each other out."
He was as nervous as hell, but he was also feeling bolder than he could ever remember. They were in a new situation now and clearly Georg had realised this or he would never have shown up in the first place, and Gustav decided to jump in with both feet. Usually he was the planner and the thinker, but it seemed that the new side to his nature was bringing out the slightly more reckless aspects of his personality.
Having run out of sensible things to say, he just patted the bed and hoped he didn't look completely ridiculous.
For a moment Georg just stood there, hard on completely obvious against tight jeans and then his friend was walking back towards him.
"Sorry, but this isn't going to be long and drawn out," Georg said, urging him backwards on the bed.
"Wouldn't want it to be," Gustav replied and found himself being straddled as Georg climbed onto the bed.
There was an unhealthy crunching sound and Georg looked down.
"I think I broke the remote," was the sheepish admission.
"Fuck the remote," was Gustav's uncharacteristic response and then he pulled Georg down on top of him.
The kiss was passionate, fierce and very, very masculine as they almost fought each other for dominance. Gustav had no fantasies of submission when it came to Georg and he met the maleness of his friend with testosterone of his own. He pushed himself against Georg, but found there was far too much material in the way and, as they kissed, he blindly reached for the belt of his robe. With Georg's help it fell open easily and he could push against Georg for more friction.
It still wasn't enough though and as Georg fumbled with his own belt and jeans, Gustav used his strength to flip them, so he was on top. Then he moved, so that he had one leg between Georg's, before he helped Georg free himself from his clothes as much as was necessary. He really didn't care about finesse, all he wanted was friction and Georg seemed to be of the same mind as they moved against each other. He initiated another kiss and arched back when Georg moved on to kissing his jaw and his neck.
It felt wonderful; intimate and fulfilling and full of so much passion it made his head spin. He clung to Georg, rubbing himself against his friend, creating wonderful friction for himself and, by the sounds of it, great friction for Georg as well. It felt so good and the fact that Georg was now nibbling at his neck was driving him almost mad.
"Just bite me," he all but begged, knowing that was what Georg really wanted to do.
He didn't question that he wanted to be bitten or that he would bite back given the opportunity; it was just how things were now and he was too far gone to care. He was so close to the edge and he wanted to be pushed all the way. When Georg's sharp fangs bit into his neck, it was all he needed.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," he repeated over and over again as he came hard enough to see stars, bucking against Georg like his life depended on it.
It was so good that it took him an age to come down and he felt like he'd been for a three mile run when he did. He was all but lying on Georg, who seemed to be in a similar state, and he pushed himself off and onto the bed as carefully as he could. Thought would not be something he was worrying about in the near future he was sure.
As he lay there dazed and staring at the ceiling, he heard giggling coming through the wall. He looked over at Georg who just grinned in a sleepy, just had an orgasm manner; they had obviously been heard.
"This is your fault," he said, pitching his voice at a level he knew the twins would hear and then threw a pillow at the wall. "Shut up and let your elders fall asleep with dignity."
That was greeted with all out laughter; he was so going to get the twins for this ... when he could be bothered to move again. He was too comfortable to shift at all just then and when he glanced over at Georg, his friend had already closed his eyes. It was bizarre and supernatural and all things odd, but right about then it was good too. Letting his eyes drift shut, he decided he'd deal with the twins in the morning.
The End
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
Links: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Link: Other Fic
Chapter 4 The Woman In White
It probably wasn't the most settling thing to open your front door and find four young men on your door step. Gustav was impressed when the poor woman didn't scream and slam the door in their faces. They had left Saki and David in the van and had all piled down the path to the front of the residence. It turned out she lived in the suburbs in a very nice looking house. In the afternoon sun she looked like a perfectly ordinary person.
"Hello," Bill said hesitantly, stepping into the role of voice of the band even though this was a very unusual situation, "umm, remember us?"
The woman looked stunned.
"Ah," was about the most sensible thing she seemed to be able to say.
"The party," Tom hinted helpfully.
"Sorry," she apologised, looking at each of them in turn, "but, no I don't remember. Some idiot spiked my drink and I have a very bad reaction to alcohol thanks to an Asian grandmother with an inherited intolerance; I'm afraid I don't remember a thing about the party at all."
That wasn't quite what any of them had been expecting.
"You're Tokio Hotel," the woman said before the surprised silence could go on too long.
"Um, yeah," Bill said, seemingly not sure what to say, "could we possibly come in please? We need your help."
The woman looked even more surprised, but did step back.
"Sure," she said and indicated a doorway off to the side, "but I can't think how I could possibly be of assistance to you."
They all piled in and Gustav chose a seat near Georg, while the twins picked the sofa, when they were invited to sit down.
"Now, what can I do for you?" she asked pleasantly, completely at odds with how Gustav remembered her from the night before. "I'm Marie, by the way."
"Well," Bill said slowly, "first of all I wanted to offer to pay for your dress, cleaning or replacement."
"The red wine," Marie asked, sounding surprised; "that was you? I wondered how that had happened."
Bill nodded and looked apologetic.
"Someone barged into me from behind and my glass went flying," Bill explained, and Gustav was glad he was not the one doing the talking. "I would have offered to pay for everything last night, but you were rather angry."
Marie sat down.
"Oh dear," she said, looking apologetic herself, "I'm so sorry. From all accounts when I have alcohol I become rather explosive. I really don't remember a thing."
Gustav found Bill looking at him before moving on to the others. The house had some crystals lying about the place and there were some interesting books on one of the shelves in the room, but in the light of day what they had been through seemed rather bizarre.
"Um," Bill said eventually, "you cursed us."
Marie looked shocked and then horrified.
"Oh heavens," she said, clearly flabbergasted, "please tell me you're joking."
Gustav shook his head just as the others all made similar movements.
"We turned into our costumes," he decided that putting the burden all on Bill simply wasn't fair.
Marie appeared even more stunned.
"I have never..." she began to say, "but I clearly did. I am so sorry; please tell me what I can do to make amends."
"The curse broke around dawn, we think," Tom took up the explanation, "but there's a problem..."
"I was dressed as a vampire," Bill said, looking far guiltier than he should have; "I got Tom and Gustav before the curse broke."
"And I got Georg," Tom added.
"We're not vampires now," Georg piped in.
"But we're not normal either," Gustav finished for them all.
It was quite comforting to see that Marie seemed horrified by the whole thing; she seemed like an entirely different person from the night before.
"Do you think you can help us?" Bill asked quietly.
"I will definitely try," Marie said, looking determined in a way that could have been slightly scary. "How are you not normal?"
"We seem to have some vampire traits, but diluted," Gustav chose to explain.
"Like an echo of a real vampire?" Marie asked.
Gustav might have analysed it further, but the others were nodding so he went along with it.
"Then it could be magical residue," Marie told them, clearly thinking on her feet; "a reflection of the curse that will fade with time. We should be able to speed that process along with a purification ritual."
Marie stood up and Gustav automatically climbed to his feet as well and the others were quick to follow.
"This way," their hostess invited and took them towards another room.
The afternoon was not as tense as the morning, but Gustav still felt very far from relaxed as he followed where they were led. He just hoped the purification ritual wasn't something too outrageous; his knowledge of witchcraft was smaller than his knowledge of vampires.
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Gustav felt really silly holding a crystal, but he couldn't exactly say it was all mumbo jumbo any more. It was quite clear Marie was a powerful witch and if she said he should hold a crystal he wasn't going to argue no matter how ridiculous he felt. At least the room they were in now made him feel more like he wasn't being an idiot, since it did have things on the walls and the floor and did feel different.
"This is a purification ritual," Marie said as she took the place at the head of the circle they were now sitting in. "Concentrate your energy on the crystal you are holding. As it flows through the crystal it will be purified and the circle will return it to you."
It sounded like something out of a graphic novel, but Gustav did as he was told. If the whole situation had taught him nothing else, it was to have an open mind. Marie began chanting something under her breath and he felt the strangest sensation run up his spine. He heard Bill give a little gasp, but he was too intent on concentrating like he had been told to, to look up and check.
If felt kind of like a very low current was running through him and he stared at his crystal with complete focus. He wasn't the sort to give only part of himself to something, so he sat there and did his very best. His concentration only broke when there was a thud to his right, quickly followed by a second one.
He looked over to see Bill folded virtually in half having slumped forward onto the floor and Tom sprawled backwards; both looked to be out for the count.
"Oh shit," he said, heedless of what they were supposed to have been doing anymore, and he dropped his crystal in favour of seeing if Bill was alright.
When he pulled Bill upright again, Bill was completely floppy as if he was asleep or unconscious and Gustav pulled his friend against him to make sure Bill didn't slump down again. Bill's head flopped against his shoulder and he couldn't help noticing that as Bill's mouth sagged open slightly he could see little pointed fangs. Nothing like the night before, but definitely longer than they should have been.
"Bill, can you hear me?" he asked, well aware that Georg was dealing with Tom at the same time.
He received a mumbled reply, which was better than nothing.
"What happened?" he more or less demanded of Marie as Bill tried to move with all the aptitude of someone who had just been hit on the head hard.
"I think I may know why the curse worked so well," Marie replied, which didn't answer the question and annoyed Gustav somewhat; "I think Bill and Tom together may make an extraordinary conduit. Let's get them in the other room; they should be fine in a minute, they just overloaded."
Gustav wanted to argue that people fainting was generally not good, but Marie was already heading back towards the living room with a determined look on her face. Bill was beginning to come round more, so he stood up and pulled Bill with him. They wouldn't win any competitions for grace and deportment, but Bill was able to stand without falling over again, so Gustav was happy.
"What happened?" was the slurred and confused question.
"You and Tom overloaded," he said, since it was the only explanation he had.
Bill didn't really seem to understand that any more than he had.
"Did it work?" was the next muddle question.
"No," he replied and steered Bill towards the door where Georg was already taking Tom.
"Oh," was Bill's rather disappointed response as they began to move.
Gustav steered Bill in the general direction they were supposed to be going and then sat his friend down next to Tom once they were in range of the sofa. Then he looked over to where Marie had several books out on the table and was pouring over one.
"Incredible," Marie said, reading a page in one book and then looking at another huge tome.
"Why didn't the purification ritual work?" Georg asked the question Gustav was thinking and he was sure the one to which the twins wanted an answer as well.
"Because none of you need purifying," was the logical but most unhelpful response.
"But we're still partially vampires," Gustav pointed out; if anything needed purifying he was sure it was vampires.
Marie looked up at that.
"Actually you're vampyrs," she said as if it was a perfectly reasonable thing to say, but Gustav was becoming annoyed again, because nothing was making sense.
He didn't think yelling would help, but he was only one step away from caring.
"Isn't that just a funny way of saying vampire?" Tom asked, clearly at the same level of understanding as he was.
"No," surprisingly it was Bill who spoke, "a vampyr is half human, half vampire. Vampyrs have some vampire traits and powers, but not all of them."
Marie looked impressed and Gustav had to award one point to Bill's vampire obsession.
"But vampyrs are born," Bill pointed out, seemingly knowing his stuff, "we were definitely human yesterday."
The nod Marie gave confused Gustav all over again; he had never been overly interested in the supernatural and this was all a bit much for his practical nature.
"I think what we have here is something unprecedented," Marie replied, "an alignment of power so great that it caused a permanent alteration of the physical world. I was working under the assumption that you were all still feeling the effects of the residual curse; the remnants of my anger and an accidental out flux of power, which the purification should have removed, but I now think this is something else."
Gustav told himself to remain calm.
"Did you say permanent?" he asked, refusing to let his less rational thoughts take over.
"Permanent as in not as transitory as the curse," Marie explained, clearly sympathising with his dilemma; "a curse put you in an altered state, but somehow you actually seem to have become vampyrs. I do not know if it is reversible, but I do know it is not a matter of removing residual magic."
"But why did it happen?"
Gustav noticed that Bill had moved closer to Tom as his friend asked the question. That made him check his own reactions, because the last thing he wanted was for Bill to start freaking out again. They were all in this together, for good or ill. Marie stopped what she was doing at that and stood straight behind the desk.
"I don't know," she replied with an honestly that frightened Gustav a little, "but there must have been an incredible force at work. Even if you were changed into vampires it was still a product of the curse and so it should have cancelled at the same time. When you were turned into vampires were you doing anything else?"
The heat that entered Gustav's face at that point made him feel like he was glowing and suddenly everyone was looking anywhere but at each other. Admitting amongst themselves that they had had sex was entirely different from telling someone else, especially someone they really didn't know. Marie was looking at them very hard now.
"Nothing said here will go beyond these walls, I swear," Marie said, but that didn’t make Gustav anymore inclined to tell her and no one else spoke up either. "Okay," Marie continued when it became clear no one was going to say anything, "I'll take a wild stab in the dark here; was sex involved?"
Bill looked like he wanted to disappear through the floor.
"Yes," Georg said and Gustav was glad he didn't have to.
"Sex and vampires make for a powerful combination," Marie said in a surprisingly straightforward manner, "but it still seems very unlikely."
The whole thing was becoming more and more convoluted and Gustav was beginning to doubt there was a solution.
"Were any of you virgins?" Marie asked after seeming to think for a few moments.
Looking over at Bill, his friend was about as red as you could become without having an aneurism.
"Me," Bill said in a very small voice.
"And that was my costume," Tom added almost brashly. "I don't know if that counts."
Marie was nodding as if this was beginning to make sense; Gustav wished it would make sense to him.
"Virginity always boosts sex magic," Maris observed, "and given that the vampire nature was passed on I would guess that your virgin status counted just as much, Tom. You're both powerful conduits, which could have brought this about. Were you having sex at the same time?"
That was met by total silence and there was no way any of them were going to answer that one. Gustav carefully moved just a little closer to the twins just in case solidarity was needed.
"Oh," Marie said after a few seconds and with a sinking feeling Gustav realised that no one had to say anything, because Marie was figuring it out all by herself, "right; vampires and virgins, always an explosive combination. Well, that would explain the amount of power being available for this to happen. If you think of most people as taps that can be turned on to varying degrees when it comes to magical energy, most people being just a drip and the more sensitive being a stream; Tom and Bill together are like a fire hose. The curse opened up the magical flow and Bill and Tom turned it into a flood."
"Then this is my fault," Bill said, looking devastated again.
"Don’t go there, Bill," Georg said very firmly as Tom reached out and grabbed Bill's hand.
"If we have to say one more time it's not your fault I'm going to brain you with one of your brother's guitars," Gustav added his own voice to the objection.
"Actually if it's anyone's fault it's mine," Marie said, looking very apologetic.
"More like the arsehole that spiked your drink," Georg pointed out and Gustav nodded.
Marie definitely wasn't the person he had met last night; completely the opposite in fact, but that didn't change one thing.
"So can we reverse what's happened?" he asked even though he suspected the answer.
"Honestly," Marie said, glancing down at her books, "I don't know. It would require a similar level of power and some sort of ritual to find your real selves. What happened last night was accidental sex magic; very, very powerful, accidental sex magic and we would have to unravel why the effect was achieved before being able to undo it. It could just be that the magic went into all of you because it had to go somewhere, or it could be something deeper than that."
It was sounding more and more unlikely that they had a way out of this.
"How could we find that out?" Tom asked, but he sounded as unsure as Gustav felt.
"We would have to go back into the experience in a vision quest," Marie said simply, "but there are dangers to that. It is possible we could rekindle the curse unless we were very careful."
They all looked at each other then and Gustav could tell none of them wanted that. Even remembering being a vampire was frightening to him; he had felt so out of control. The way he was now he felt in charge of himself even if it was a little odd.
"Is it so bad?" Georg asked as they sat there in silence.
Gustav frowned at him, not sure what his friend was on about exactly.
"What?" Bill asked.
"Is what we are so bad?" Georg asked, clearly one step ahead of the rest of them. "I haven't felt this good in months, what with the tour wearing us out and everything. So we're a little different now, but we've never exactly been like everyone else anyway. Is it worth risking everything to put us back to normal when there's nothing really wrong with us?"
For a moment Gustav wanted to tell his friend that of course it was worth it, but then he realised the Georg had a point. He'd been so focused on normal that it hadn't really occurred to him that not normal wasn't really a problem.
"What would it mean if we stayed this way?" he chose to ask Marie the direct question. "Will there be consequences?"
Marie looked down at her books.
"It says here that vampyrs can be volatile," she read.
"With Gustav and Bill in the band we're used to that," Tom commented and earned a slap on the arm from Bill.
"You'll crave blood and from time to time you'll actually need it," Marie continued, "and you'll be more sensitive to bright light, but other than that it looks like mostly plus points. You'll live longer, be stronger, faster, have heightened senses and more stamina."
"No nasty karmic suprises?" Georg asked in a just to be sure tone.
Marie shook her head.
"There is no way to become unaware of the things you now know," she told them all, "and you will notice things now you have been exposed to the supernatural, but being vampyrs will have less bearing on that than the fact that Bill and Tom are very powerful conductors."
They all looked at each other again.
"Are there any other ways, less dangerous ways, to find out what we would need to know to turn back?" Bill asked, still unsure by the looks of things.
Marie gave a little shrug.
"Possibly," she said thoughtfully; "I have some friends I could ask, but it will take time."
"Could you maybe look for us, please?" Bill asked hesitantly. "Just in case; we'd reimburse you for any expenses."
"Of course," Marie said sincerely, "I will do all I can and I will accept no payment. I bear some responsibility in this and I wish to help set the balance straight. Until then, I suggest we find all the information on vampyrs we can to forewarn you. I have more books in the spare room and the internet will probably bring up a lot of useful things."
Gustav blinked at that; he hadn't really thought about the internet being of assistance in something arcane, but clearly it was. As the other three walked towards the table, he couldn't help wondering how much of the real world they had been missing until now.
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It had been a very, very odd day following a really, really bizarre night and Gustav walked into his room, threw his hat and jacket onto the chair and sprawled onto the bed. He really wasn't sure what to think anymore. In an ordinary world, having had sex with Bill would have been the biggest thing on his list of incredible and impossible things, but the world really wasn't ordinary at all anymore. The concepts of the supernatural being real and that Bill and Tom were now firmly together in every sense were bigger than his own revelations.
Tom and Bill had gone to talk to David about the schedule for the following day, but, as he lay there contemplating the ceiling and doing his best not to think too hard, he heard the door to the next room open and close. Tom's room was next to his and with his sharper hearing it was very easy to hear somebody entering it. He caught the familiar sound of Bill's voice and then Tom answering, at which point he did his very best to ignore that he could hear anything at all. He had never considered that having sharper hearing would be a problem for these kinds of reasons.
Sitting up, he decided that putting more walls between himself and the twins would be good for making sure he didn't hear anything he wasn't supposed to, so he headed for the bathroom. A nice long shower was just what he needed, so he turned on the water and set about getting everything ready.
When he walked back into the other room to get the robe he knew was hanging in the wardrobe, he heard a thump from next door and then a moan that sent messages straight to his cock. It was very clear what the twins were up to, so he fled back to the bathroom to take his long and indulgent shower.
In the end he managed to stay in the bathroom for a whole half an hour before he finally padded out into the other room wearing only the fluffy robe. There were muffled noises still coming from the next room, but Bill and Tom seemed to have moved away from the wall, which meant it wasn't too loud. He turned the television on low in self preservation and decided to find his iPod when he could be bothered to dig through his stuff. Unlike his iPod, however, his glasses were on the side and he picked them up automatically to watch the TV. It was only when he put them on that it occurred to him he didn't need them anymore as the room distorted horribly. With a shake of his head he sat down and decided this was all going to take some getting used to.
He wasn't usually into cartoons, but he needed something mindless to concentrate on for a while, so he found a children's channel and sat down on the edge of the bed to watch. By the time there was a knock on his door, he was quite absorbed in the ridiculous entertainment.
Just in case, he peeked through the spy hole on the door to see who it was and opened it quickly when he saw Georg standing on the other side.
"Hi," Georg said with a smile, "I'm bored, mind if I come in?"
"Sure," Gustav replied and stepped back towards where he had been sitting, "but be aware you might have to listen to Bill and Tom having sex."
Georg grinned at that, closing the door and following him into the room.
"Yeah, I noticed they were 'busy' when I walked by their door," Georg said, throwing himself down into the arm chair near the bed, "this hearing thing is weird."
"I don't need my glasses anymore," Gustav agreed with a nod; "I'll have to get some window glass ones or something or people will cotton on sooner or later."
"Useful and a pain at the same time," Georg commented, looking as relaxed and nonchalant as ever, but something wasn't quite right.
Gustav sat back down on the bed and put the TV onto some random music channel and turned it down.
"What's up?" he asked, not sure how he knew, but sure that the boredom line was just an excuse.
For a moment Georg appeared surprised and then looked at the ceiling.
"That obvious?" Georg asked, a thoughtful expression coming over his face.
Gustav shrugged; he wasn't sure his companion had been obvious at all, but the hyper senses thing seemed to make these things easier to pick up.
"Just a hunch," he said, putting the remote down on the bed.
For a while Georg just looked at him with a patented Georg I'm-thinking-give-me-a-minute stare. It was a little unsettling.
"All that stuff I said about not having deep dark fantasies about anyone in the band," Georg finally said; "I think I may have been premature."
Gustav reached for the remote and turned the TV off completely; this was not the time to be distracted.
"Go on," he prompted; wanting to know what Georg was talking about.
"When I got back to my room I fell asleep," Georg revealed sitting forward in the chair, "and I dreamed, vividly. I remember every detail and you could say the dreams were less than innocent. I've never had a dream like it, not even when adolescence kicked in full force."
"And all of us were in this dream?" Gustav asked.
Georg nodded.
"Could you have been hearing what the twins were up to?" he suggested, since it did seem rather strange.
"My hearing's good now," Georg said with a shake of his head, "but two doors and a corridor make a good sound baffle; I didn't hear them until I was outside."
Gustav tried to analyse that, but he wasn't coming up with any explanations.
"So you think your..." he didn't know how to put it.
"Hot for the rest of you?" Georg offered helpfully. "Yeah, I'd say I was very hot for all of you."
That was quite an admission.
"Have you felt anything unexpected today?" Georg asked, since they were way past embarrassment on this.
It wasn't something he had considered, but now that he did, he remembered his reaction to the moan he had heard through the wall. He had almost indulged in the shower, but had decided to wait until he was more comfortable, and at the time he had thought he was just horny. Of course he had always been attracted to the twins; something deep in his psyche had decided that long ago, so he hadn't really thought it was strange. Now he wasn't sure.
Looking over at Georg he pictured his friend from the previous evening, all black clothes and muscle. To his surprise he found that his body rather liked that image and he blinked and shifted where he was sitting.
"Um," he said as it dawned on him Georg had a point, "I think you might be on to something."
Almost as if Bill and Tom were on the same page, there was a cry from the next room and Gustav found himself staring at the wall. Someone with normal hearing would have been able to hear that. It was definitely Bill's voice and so full of passion that it felt as if the temperature in the room had just gone up several degrees.
"Shit," Georg said when Gustav finally looked back at him; "I think Bill's really enjoying himself."
"Tom bit him," Gustav found himself saying before he thought about it.
"How did..?" Georg stopped halfway through the question.
Gustav had no idea how he had known that, but something about the cry must have given it away, because it was clear Georg knew it was true as well. They sat there looking at each other for a few moments and then Georg stood up.
"Well I think we really need to talk about this with Bill and Tom too," Georg said rapidly, "but right now I need to go ... um ... well you know."
He did know as well, very well, because he couldn't help reacting to the sound anymore than Georg could. As his friend headed for the door, he made a very quick and impulsive decision.
"You don't have to go," he said and was almost as shocked at his own words as Georg appeared to be.
"I need to ..." Georg said as if he wasn't quite sure what Gustav was saying.
"Yeah, me too," he replied, deciding that now he had said it he couldn't back down; "and you don't have to leave. We could ... um ... help each other out."
He was as nervous as hell, but he was also feeling bolder than he could ever remember. They were in a new situation now and clearly Georg had realised this or he would never have shown up in the first place, and Gustav decided to jump in with both feet. Usually he was the planner and the thinker, but it seemed that the new side to his nature was bringing out the slightly more reckless aspects of his personality.
Having run out of sensible things to say, he just patted the bed and hoped he didn't look completely ridiculous.
For a moment Georg just stood there, hard on completely obvious against tight jeans and then his friend was walking back towards him.
"Sorry, but this isn't going to be long and drawn out," Georg said, urging him backwards on the bed.
"Wouldn't want it to be," Gustav replied and found himself being straddled as Georg climbed onto the bed.
There was an unhealthy crunching sound and Georg looked down.
"I think I broke the remote," was the sheepish admission.
"Fuck the remote," was Gustav's uncharacteristic response and then he pulled Georg down on top of him.
The kiss was passionate, fierce and very, very masculine as they almost fought each other for dominance. Gustav had no fantasies of submission when it came to Georg and he met the maleness of his friend with testosterone of his own. He pushed himself against Georg, but found there was far too much material in the way and, as they kissed, he blindly reached for the belt of his robe. With Georg's help it fell open easily and he could push against Georg for more friction.
It still wasn't enough though and as Georg fumbled with his own belt and jeans, Gustav used his strength to flip them, so he was on top. Then he moved, so that he had one leg between Georg's, before he helped Georg free himself from his clothes as much as was necessary. He really didn't care about finesse, all he wanted was friction and Georg seemed to be of the same mind as they moved against each other. He initiated another kiss and arched back when Georg moved on to kissing his jaw and his neck.
It felt wonderful; intimate and fulfilling and full of so much passion it made his head spin. He clung to Georg, rubbing himself against his friend, creating wonderful friction for himself and, by the sounds of it, great friction for Georg as well. It felt so good and the fact that Georg was now nibbling at his neck was driving him almost mad.
"Just bite me," he all but begged, knowing that was what Georg really wanted to do.
He didn't question that he wanted to be bitten or that he would bite back given the opportunity; it was just how things were now and he was too far gone to care. He was so close to the edge and he wanted to be pushed all the way. When Georg's sharp fangs bit into his neck, it was all he needed.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," he repeated over and over again as he came hard enough to see stars, bucking against Georg like his life depended on it.
It was so good that it took him an age to come down and he felt like he'd been for a three mile run when he did. He was all but lying on Georg, who seemed to be in a similar state, and he pushed himself off and onto the bed as carefully as he could. Thought would not be something he was worrying about in the near future he was sure.
As he lay there dazed and staring at the ceiling, he heard giggling coming through the wall. He looked over at Georg who just grinned in a sleepy, just had an orgasm manner; they had obviously been heard.
"This is your fault," he said, pitching his voice at a level he knew the twins would hear and then threw a pillow at the wall. "Shut up and let your elders fall asleep with dignity."
That was greeted with all out laughter; he was so going to get the twins for this ... when he could be bothered to move again. He was too comfortable to shift at all just then and when he glanced over at Georg, his friend had already closed his eyes. It was bizarre and supernatural and all things odd, but right about then it was good too. Letting his eyes drift shut, he decided he'd deal with the twins in the morning.
The End
