𝑪𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝑩𝒐𝒚 - 𝑻𝒐𝒎 𝑲𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒛

Marshmellow Eyes

I find myself walking back down those cement steps, just irking to press my bullets through his head. Something came over me, I don't know what. He laughs, I hear the ice clinking against the glass of his cup. I burst through the wooden door, already rickety from Georg and I.

Damian jumps, looking to me. A girl on his chest. She has no clue, maybe she'll go too just for being so dumb as to sleep with this idiot. "What the fuck are you doing?" He shouts, sitting up. I stay quiet, continue my walk of pride.

Twisting the pistol behind my back, he grimaces. "Kaulitz, this late? We can deal this issue later." I scoff, revealing it. "No we can't." His expression changes, he clears his throat nervously. I like the way his forehead begins to sweat, the girl's eyes locked with mine. She like me or something? Too bad.

"Don't tell me it's all because of that little girl, seriously Kaulitz, you're better than this." I want to tell him off, but I want to keep this short and sweet. Well, for me. And Alana surely can't know I'm here. No matter what he did, she'll think I'm a monster if she finds out my intentions.

"No, I'm not. You know how I feel and you fucking did it anyways, I'm getting you back." Raise my gun, my finger on the trigger. Aim, shoot. The girl screams, shaking as her hands tremble when she reaches to her wound. I roll my eyes, shooting her in the head. I watch her head fall back like a ragdoll, I get such a rush when this happens. And it sure has been a while.

I blow the barrel on my gun, the powder blows away with it. Damian sits, slacked jaw, eyes wide. I grin, raising it to him. "N-Now Kaulitz, come on? We can work this out, right? I-I mean she's just a-" Boom, the wound instantly leaks with blood. Straight out of his chest.

"She is not just a girl, she is my girl and you put your filthy hands on her. Now deal with your karma, you useless prick." I rant, my finger inching to pull it back and shoot his brains out. I do it, pull back, snap. Shoot. Straight in the eye. Well shit, that wasn't supposed to happen.

Blood sprays on me, on his walls, his bedding. I figure I've done enough damage. Just enough to make my mark on our group's underestimated power. And all this blood is making me hungry. Maybe a little taste if I can get that shit to quit spraying.

I grab some tissues, blocking it. It soaks and spills but at least it's no longer spraying. I check one last time around the room, making sure no one else is here. There's no one. I'm alone. Perfect..

******

She sits up in my bed, her eyes filled with terror. "T-Tom." She squeaks, I shush her. Hoping she doesn't suspect a thing. "Who's blood is that?" She asks me, her voice wobbly. It's almost like I can taste the fear radiating from her.

"Don't worry, baby." I walk closer, she scoots away. Oh god, now I've done it. I've really done it. I probably seem like a physco, but I did it to make sure she's safe. It's my way to protect her, and I'm a gang person, she couldn't see it coming? Or did she forget?

"What have you done?" She's afraid of me again, damnit. After all this time, she's afraid again? "Nothing." She scoffs, scooting further away. "Yes you have, Tom tell me what you did." I shake my head, slipping the blood-covered shirt off. Alana has this look of will-he-kill-me-too on her face, and it's now that I've forgotten she knows I'm a vampire too.

"I-I.." I think of an excuse quickly. "I got hungry." Her expression twists. "Hungry? Why didn't you eat something?" I chuckle. "Baby, I'm still a vampire you know." She inhales, a little hum comes with it. Does she know now? Think that's all? Will I show up on the news? Shit.