BK Bites~! (chp.20)

BK Bites~! – Ripper is back for good? or is he? 

Weeks gone by after the bus incident, after his real self resurrection came knocking at 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 as 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?" 

"The blood bank?" 

"I hate cold blood." 

"Or there's always animal blood?" 

"Ew. No thanks, I'm vegetarian." 

"Vegetarian my ass! Human is sorta like an animal too." 

"No, they're not. Plus, I only drink their blood and not eating their meat." 

"Same thing. You're not gonna eat the animal, you're gonna drink from them." 

"No. Animal is precious to me." 

"You're in denial, Bill." 

"I drink what I think I deserve and like I said, I'm not gonna drain the human as how I did before this. I have a specific measurement of blood for each human I feed on. The crews would be fine of losing a certain amount of blood. " 

"Well yeah, they got weak, you fed on every single one of them until we had to hire new ones from time to time. What if nobody wants to work with Tokio Hotel anymore? You're not gonna tell me that you'll be feeding on David now? or perhaps Natalie? Georg? Gustav? or even worse, me?" 

"Is that what you think of me now? ..that I might use all of you for the sake of my hunger?" 

"From a merciless monster to a selfish fledging, yes!" 

"So everything I do now is wrong? I'm sick of living in this world! Let me die. Oh wait, I'm already dead." Rage was rising within him, Bill dropped his victim harshly to the ground and made his way for the door. He was sick of Tom pointing out his flaw of being a vampire. Every single thing he does seemed to trigger Tom's nerves to fix him. 

"Becareful what you wish for, dear brother. There are actually someone out there who wants us dead, like literally. Thanks to you." Tom shouted it aloud to warn him. 

Bill turned his back around to approach his brother as he is not afraid of any threats. Moreover, coming from the human whom he considered as his one and only source of food. "Whoever wants me dead, they'll be dead first. " He snatched the cigarette away from Tom's hand and walked his way back to the hallway, puffing the smoke out peacefully. The dressing room is where he headed to, taking minutes of his ritual to get ready for another of his Humanoid show. 

The ripper was slowly turning into a gooder, but with a nasty habit of getting the blood out from his entourage. The brother was there to stop but he can't always be the hero for the rockstar's nightmare life. He chose to be stubborn, self-centered and obnoxious as how he was meant to be but for others, they chose to worship and love him wholly! 

Bill just stared at the vanity mirror in front him. The lines of veins beneath his pale skin was showing, it was in green, blue, purple, as he studied the beauty of his face. How could one said he is beautiful when the fact that he kills, sucks blood, human's to be exact, and freely gained the beauty. With all the myths of bathing in human blood and consume them down your throat would actually make one glows in perfection, it terrified him of how these tales seemed to be no bullshit, on kidding him. "I need to stop and learn not to feed on human but how?" He wondered. 

He didn't like the idea of drinking from the blood bank and even from animals. It was not his style. And yet, he was vain. He needed the human blood so that he would remain youthful and beautiful. It was true of what Tom have said, he is selfish but he didn't mind, making him still carrying that monster title. While he may fooled a lot of people but he knew how he really looks like. His face is like a strange mask adorned by a dead, a ripper, a vampire. "What if one day people can actually see the real me under this beautiful mask? Would they even accept the monster I am?" 

All of the sudden, a heavy knock on the door was being heard and it snapped him out from his reverie. "Bill, open up! Bill! Bill! Bill!" Tom was at the door and a sense of panic was singing his voice as he called out for Bill. 

Irritated, he got on his feet to get the door of his dressing room, open. "What do you want, Tom?" 

"He, he, he...escape! I couldn't...he knew! And he ran away. " Tom was mumbling and Bill could only understand half of what he said. 

"Woo now, slow down. The show isn't gonna start in a couple of minutes from now, what's the rush? And who ran away? Don't say it's Georg, perhaps he's just making a business in the toilet." Bill cracked a joke and laughed a little. 

This time, Tom was giving Bill the irritating look and he didn't think the joke made by Bill was funny even at the slightest bit. "Your bloody damn bodyguard victim ran away! I thought I compelled him, when I came back to check up on him he wasn't there anymore. I asked the others and they saw him leaving in a rush, looking traumatized as if something bad has happened to him." 

Bill gasped. "No shit?" 

"Yes shit. And he kept chanting the V word under his breath." 

"We have to get him! He couldn't have gone that far! Let's go!" 

"Well hello? What about the concert?" 

"The concert can wait! My life lies on that hella bodyguard! Fyi, I'm not ready to tell the whole world that I'm a bloodsucking creature!" 

"Can I say, you should have thought about that earlier when you're about to make him your meal?" 

"Shut up! He did escape because of you. Clearly you're not an expert dealing with humans." 

"I saved your ass for actually compelling him, moron!" 

"Well your magic didn't work! You're to blame." 

"Like seriously? And you have no thoughts at all of thinking he could be a spy or some sort? That he's been drugged not to be compelled?" 

"Why do always have to be the smart one?" 

"Because I'm older and wiser." Tom cheerfully grinned. 

"Okay, we gotta find him now before it's too late. Come on!" 

 The both of them took off in a fast speed as the last sentence was being said. Then again, who said working with Tokio Hotel is an easy job? If you happen to did them wrong, they wouldn't just let you go, they, the Kaulitz twins might just hunt and kill you.


to be continued...