Love & death-bill kaulitz

I wish you lasted longer

When me and Bill arrived at my new hotel room, I heard him lock the door. When I turned to ask him why, he pushed me up against the closest wall so my head banged against it. Everything was fuzzy for a few seconds until he started to talk.

"What did they tell you?" He asked, the sweet comforting voice completely gone now. I started to understand why they wanted me to run while I still could. But I don't have anywhere to go.

"Nothing." I said quietly, feeling water forming in my eyes from the pain in my head.

"Fuck me!" Bill shouted before he pressed his warm soft lips against mine. I knew I needed to pull away, but that thought went out of my head quickly. All I could think about was him. I didn't care about the pain anymore. His lips were so soft and his lip ring cold. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it for as long as I could until he pulled away.

"I wish you could have lasted longer Scar, I really do, but I guess the damage is done." He said and let go of me to walk over to the bed. He reached a hand under the bed sheets and pulled out a gun.

"BILL!" I shouted before I saw the gun pointed straight at me and he pulled the trigger. I covered my ears with my hands as the loud bang filled the room. I didn't feel any pain or any blood. I opened my eyes and saw a hole in the wooden door.
Bill put his gun in his back pocket and walked closer to the door. I stepped out of his way out of fear. For a few seconds I thought he actually killed me.
The door opened and on the floor was my ex boyfriend sorrounded by a pool of thick blood.
I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand. I stared up at Bill with confusion.

"He's been stalking you. And it wouldn't surprise me if he had a gun with him." Bill said and stepped over some blood to reach into his belt. He pulled out a shiny silver gun, fully loaded.

"See, told you so, you should be glad I was here." Bill said with a satisfied smile as he handed me the gun. Without thinking, I took it.
I kepr staring at him on the floor. I didn't love him but I had spent over two years with him around me almost every day. But for some reason, I felt s strange sence of relief inside me. I couldn't figure out if Bill did a good thing or a bad one. Maybe he just did what was necessary?
I poked his leg with my shoe but he didn't move. He was completely fucking dead.
I turned around to find Bill sitting on the bed, seemingly waiting for me.

"Wha... what am I supposed to do with this?" I asked him and held the gun out to him.

"Protect yourself of course. A woman as beautiful as you should always have one." He said with a flirty smile. It didn't seem like the right situation for flirting.

"No, I can't do it." I said and laid the gun on his lap. It felt good with the gun out of my grip.

"Good thing Tom needs a new gun." He said and put it in his other pocket.
He stood up and looked me up and down for a few seconds. I tried to find out why, but I couldn't really think straight. He stepped closer and reached with his hand behind my head and touched the spot that hit the wall with his fingertips. He took the away and looked at his fingers.

"Only a little blood, you'll be fine soon." He said, the comforting smile back. I know I shouldn't be comfortable around him now, but that smile and that voice enchanted me every time.
And while my brain was a complete fuss, I did the dumbest thing I have ever done in my whole life. I quickly leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. He didn't pull away and didn't complain. But when I pulled away he didn't say a word. He didn't even smile or give me a sign that I did something right or wrong. He just walked right past me and out the door.
He stood there besides the dead body, on the phone with somebody. Probably Tom. And not long after, Tom and Britney arrived. I wanted to see the other girl more but maybe I should take the chance and talk to her.
Or at least try to.
We sat down together on my bed while Tom and Bill struggled to get the body away from the floor without dragging blood around.

"I know I'm new and you don't know me, but I'm here if you want to talk." I said, feeling almost embarressed. It was all I could come up with without sounding mean or desperate.
She looked up at me with a completely empty look.

"He's gonna kill me soon." She said, her voice raspy and quiet. If I should guess, she hasn't been talking for days, maybe weeks.

"How do you know that?" I asked quietly. I didn't want to get her into trouble or anything. She looked out the door to Bill and Tom who were extremely focused on getting that dead body on a bed sheet.

"The way he looks at you. He doesn't need me anymore." She said, sounding like she was about to cry. Though I didn't know her so well, I reached in and wrapped my arms around her cold fragile body. I could feel her slightly shaking but calming down shortly after.

"I'll do everything I can to prevent that. I promise." I said, unsure that I was able to do anything. But if I could, I would. She doesn't deserve to die. None of those girls do, and I'm the most fresh one so I have the biggest chance of at least saving Britney.

"He hit you didn't he?" She asked and put a hand on the back of my head. There was a small patch of blood on her palm.

"The wall." I said and pointed to the wall with a round spot of my blood on it. She looked at md with sad eyes.

"The damage is already done." She said and went back to her usual empty look and staring into thin air.

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