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Chapter 12 - Dreaming in Red

Such a cold night it was when his fingers were dancing all over her body and blood is stained everywhere. Her neck was poked with two holes as he couldn’t seem to stop from resisting of feeding himself with her blood. She scratched the pillows with her long nails until they were ripped out, only to bear the pain that triggered her body so hard. The windows of the suite flung open while a strong wind seems to be carried in and light feathers were floating everywhere near the bed. From the pillows where it came, ripping it out would be all to blame as feathers are the only thing contained inside. There he was pleasuring himself with his treat on the bed while there was a rain of feathers falling. It was said that once a vampire got his victim, he wouldn’t let it go to waste. Drying her out to corpse would be the perfect end to his dessert.

At the exact feeding moment of his, he had forgotten that he is actually a rock star whose job is only to wow the fans with his singing talent instead of making them as his victims of pleasure.  The last flow of blood from her veins was passed down to his throat and alas, her heartbeat had stopped, cutting her lifeline to live. The moonlight was dimmed from where he was but not that silver plated crescent moon pendant hanging on his neck it was glowing in the richest red shade, as pure and thick as one’s blood.  He got up from the bed leaving the girl’s body bloody drained, to put his mind at a world of wonder, “Is this all real? Or am I just hallucinating?”

Staring at the windows of the beauty of night, while the feathers were still flying in the air of that room as one touches his skin to let him realize it wasn’t a make believe reeling scene. His foe finger made a gently swipe on the corner of his lips where the blood had stained. “This blood, why do I long for it?” He said with full curiosity as he was gazing on whatever had dirtied his finger. “I’m Bill Kaulitz for God’s sake, not a monster!”  Seeing a dead body on his hotel bed frustrates him as he wouldn’t want to be labelled as a killer, he was just a rock star, nothing more and nothing less. All of the sudden, his mind were free from everything and he felt light. It seemed delusional but the girl’s blood running in his veins made him high as if it was a drug that got injected under his skin. He fell to the ground as the last piece of feather met the floor.

“This is all fantasy, a fantasy that I have created in my world of imagination. I’m not a vampire, I’m a mortal. This is nothing but an absolute fantasy...”

The Sun broke in as the curtains were opened and his chestnut eyes were blinking to find out that it was a sunny morning. “Rise and shine, brother!” Tom seemed to be an early bird and has abruptly entered his suite without him noticing.

He woke up in a shock to have just remembered about the bloody incident he was facing last night. The bed sheets were plain white, no red stains found and all the broken pieces of those shattered glass were back to one piece, threw a weirdness thought in his mind, “It was actually a dream?”

“Looking for your girl?” Tom asked as he was looking at the puzzled Bill.

“Girl?” He asked Tom back with a thousand question marks written on his face.

“Yeah, the one you were with yesterday.”

“What?”

“Hello? Wake up, Bill! Wait, well of course, I think you took too much wine last night! You can even remember the girl you got laid with. Poor poor Billy.” Tom patted his brother’s shoulder.  “And why are you on the floor again? Didn’t you guys use the bed?” The sly Tom winked.

“Tom, where is she?” Ignoring Tom’s sarcasm, his attention was getting straight to the mysterious girl he was with before assuming his dream could be a reality check.

“Oh, she left a few minutes ago. She said sorry that she had to leave without saying goodbye.” Tom explained.

“Thank God.” A sense of relief was all he needed.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing. Did anything strange happen to her? Like, is she hurt or something?” He was eager to know more about her.

“What kind of question is that, Bill? You were just having sex with her, right? Or did you do something else a.k.a torturing her? That is sick, man!”

“Okay, forget that I’d ask. ” he got up. “Would you mind? I would like to take my shower now.” He ordered his twin brother to leave.

“I’ve been seeing you naked since the day I was born! I don’t give a damn if you want to take a shower.” Again, Tom and his naughty thoughts would never be apart.

“Leave!” An angry tone was let out assuming he wasn’t expecting Tom to make a joke on that morning.

“Hey, calm down, will you? I’m leaving!” Tom went straight to the door and left him alone in his suite.

In his mind, he was unsure whether Tom was telling him the real truth about the girl he was with on the night before. If it was a lie then why is the bed sheets all clean, no blood stains in sight. It was so strange because he felt as if the blood bath image, his mind has captured was truly real.  But then again, he couldn’t exactly remember a thing what has happened while he was out. So, believing whatever Tom have said would be the only thing he could do and in fact, it was a great relief assuming he was free from sin of not doing anything sinister.

The water tap was running as he splashed his face to open his eyes wide for a new day.  “It was just a dream.” He kept saying it to himself while facing the vanity mirror in the bathroom until he saw something red, stained under his neck. On his pale toned skin, the red stain seems to be very appealing and covered some parts of his neck. He quickly ran some water to it in order to let it be gone. The stains removed fast like it was watercolour or something but surely it’s not. He began to wonder what really was it and only one word came out from his mouth, “Blood.”

“It couldn’t be...could it?” What was being imagined as fake turned out to be real, like literally the red stains had caught his attention. In disbelief, he got no one to ask about his bloody massacre because it all depends on him. He was the mastermind of his own game, no one was involved except for that one particular fan girl. The girl, Angel was the key to his answer but could he find her? He got zero info of where she lives and of who she really is. This is why he usually hated one night stand, you never really get to know the person you were with for a night and when at desperate times you need to see her again, you will never get the chance to do so.  Think again, the blood stains could be the red wine he was drinking, why would he jump to conclusion saying that it was blood. Tom is his soul mate, he has to believe whatever he said, why would he doubt his own blood brother? Maybe the whole vampire thing got into his mind too much and he was all to blame for admiring the creatures ever so passionately.

A few minutes had passed and the rock star of the band was all dressed to get to their next venue of show. As he made his way out from the bedroom, he stepped onto something, a shining silver chain with a very unique pendant so it seemed to be. Bent down he goes to pick it up. The chain was vintage yet wickedly lovely that he almost forgot it was his. He took a glance on the pendant before hanging it on his neck, the weird thing was the chain acted as if it is hypnotizing him until he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Yo, Bill! Come on, now. We don’t want to be late!” Tom was shouting from the outside and using his knuckle to give a hard knock on his suite door.

Snapped back to reality, he shouted back, “I’m coming...”