BK Bites~!

Chapter 20 - Ripper is Back for Good? Or is He?

Weeks gone by after the bus incident, after his real self resurrection came knocking on his tour life, it was pressuring him in every moment. A ripper was his true identity and somehow, he preferred to be the newly fledging vampire than an old one who seemed to be a professional at killing without mercy due to an uncontrollable blood lust. He became better, no more killing spree and no more fans to be fed on. However, those who worked closely with him, immediately became his target for food. His act of feeding on almost all of his band crews was getting too carried away, each and every one of them were marked with his bite. They were all his source of food, everyday different person just to keep each and every one of them alive. He was genius to think of a way to avoid from murdering them but what if he ran out of crews and every single one of them has got nothing left to offer? Would he still be considered genius as before? Come to think of it, the rockstar of the band could do anything, he could just hire a new set of crews or more likely a set of food vessels just as how he desires. No problem for him, people would be lining up endlessly to work with the band. Whoever said it was an easy job to be a part of Tokio Hotel's entourage would be so darned wrong.

Underneath that layer of dead pale skin, his veins were filled with blood, running in streams as he took a gallon out from a precious victim that he caught one for an appetizer that night. The roar of crowd was heard, screaming his band's name, calling them out to kick off the stage with a rock show. While he was all ears, his fangs were still extracted to one of his bodyguard's neck, letting himself consumed with the taste of a drink so vile yet delicious to his appetite. He was lost in his thoughts as his lust for blood took control. The world seemed to be blurry to his eyes and the blood fed was an ecstacy to him. In a dark empty store room, occupied only by the two of them, he managed to sneak out from others without anyone noticing after grabbing his personal bodyguard for merely an 'ascort' to the back building for a smoke. One was certainly on the loose while the rest were distracted by the tension of the crowd waiting outside the arena.

Footsteps were heard coming ahead, none would actually know of his whereabouts, none but one. Yes, he had feeling that this one person couldn't just leave him alone. The one who started it all, the one who made him a monster.

The door flung open and the room was blazed with the lights source in the hallway. "So much for a smoke?" Tom stood at the door and carefully lighted up a cigarette on his hand. "You chose blood over this thing? You know that blood is food to you, it's gonna make you fat."

Bill hissed. It annoys him when Tom pulled off a joke as if he wasn't a bloodsucker like himself. "Lay off, Tom. I'm starving."

"Nice choice of victim you have there. I assume it's the new bodyguard we hired."

Bill didn't give a damn, instead he rolled his eyes and continued on his feeding act, ignoring the fact that the door was wide open for anyone else to take a peek.  At least Tom was there, so naturally he would be guarding the door for him, a simple thought was planted on his mind.

"Quit it, Bill!" In a blink of an eye, Tom came forward and grabbed Bill's head to make him stop.

"What the hell is matter with you? It's not like I'm gonna kill him! You don't have to worry too much, Tom! The old me has gone!" He struggled to let loose of Tom's grasp but it was stupid enough to fight Tom. Tom is indeed more powerful than Bill is.

Tom chuckled for a moment to seize his victory and finally letting go of his little brother. "You're still doing it wrong, Bill."

"This is ridiculous!"

"No, you're ridiculous! Feeding on every crew members who are working with the band!"

"At least they're not my fans and I don't kill them, I just feed on them." His diva trait was clearly seen as Bill spoke in a boastful manner as he folded his arms. "What other choice do I have?"