SUMMARY: Meaning to just relax for a few days, Bill invited his friend Andreas back to his family's farm out in the open countryside for the winter holiday. And it starts out just this way; playful arguing with his younger brothers, filling his parents in on school life thus far, and even a bit of drinking afterwords with Andreas to celebrate how far they've come and where they still aim to go.

But the serenity that surrounds the large farm is shattered as night falls.

When everything that Bill has ever known is brutally ripped away from him and then he himself is taken away, when will the nightmare end and the day finally break?

A/N: Okay, I know that those of you who are subscribed to me are probably gathering your guns and other various weapons at the moment, because, yes, this is another fanfiction. And it also has nothing to do with any of my other previous fandoms .

Anyways, those of you that are here expecting an update for My Dad Has A Boyfriend! or one of those other ones, please be patient. It is extremely difficult for me to write those ones right now. Sorry, it is hard to explain...

On another note, here is my new fanfic in a completely different fandom. I will list the warnings as follows:

Rated: M
Categories: Slash
Characters: Andreas, Bill Kaulitz, Bushido, Georg Listing, Gordon Trumper, Gustav Schafer, Original Male Characters, Simone Trumper, Tom Kaulitz
Genre: Alternate Universe, Angst, Horror, Suspense, Twincest - Not Related- This means it is in an alternate universe where they are not related to each other
Main Pairing: Tom/Bill
Side Pairing: Bill/Bushido
Warnings: Blood, Gore, Humiliation, Minor Character Death, Non-Con/Rape, Violence
This is a Tokio Hotel fanfiction

Okay, so here we go...

The large textbook was slammed shut with a loud clap that echoed throughout the classroom.

"Okay, class dismissed!" the professor boomed over the loud roar of the students; everyone was jumping up from their seats, the chairs scraping deafeningly against the green linoleum floors as they all clamored for the door.

"Just remember, have a safe holiday! Classes resume on January 21st exactly!"

No one really heard him, everyone too excited as they rushed into the hallways, joining the other students who were streaming from the various other classrooms that made up the lecture halls on campus. They all burst from the lecture halls in floods, all on their way towards their respective dorms to pack up and leave as fast as humanly possible. Winter break was finally upon them and everyone, even the professors, saw it as a well deserved break from learning, homework, and all of that other jazz that went along with attending a university.

One student in particular was especially looking forward to the impending holidays. Chocolate brown eyes zeroed in on bleach blonde hair as the student aforementioned surged forward through the crowd of other buzzing students to get to his intended target. Reaching forward, he swiped his manicured hand at the blonde boy's arm.

"Hey, Andreas!"

The bleach blonde spun around at the sound of his own name being called to see a breathless black haired boy a little ways behind him, still trying to get through the rush of people.

"Hey Bill," Andreas laughed, grabbing the other boy's arm and dragging him to the side of the hallway where other people were idly standing. It was funny that, even after more than two years, Bill still could not work his way through the crowded passage ways of their university.

Bill flipped his long black hair back out of his face. "So, I meant to ask you before, but do you want to come home with me for the holidays?"

"That came out of nowhere."

"Yeah, I know. I forgot to ask you earlier. I only remembered now, because my mom called me this morning and reminded me," Bill admitted a bit sheepishly.

"Yeah, well I can't. I have plans," Andreas answered nonchalantly.

"Bullshit, no you don't." Bill punched him playfully in the shoulder, snickering at the thought of the blonde boy actually having plans for the break.

"You caught my bluff. Way to make me feel like I'm wanted," he sighed, pretending to be hurt.

The black haired boy rolled his chocolate brown eyes sky high. "Whatever. Do you want to come or not?"

"Hmm," Andreas hummed thoughtfully, pretending to use his hand to stroke an invisible beard pensively. "Well Bill, I am going to have to go and check my schedule. I may be able to squeeze you in between-"

"Shut the hell up, Andreas. You already said that you didn't have any plans." He glowered at the other boy and playfully hit him in the arm again. Then he turned around and crossed his lithe arms over his flat chest, beginning to walk away. "Well, if you can't make time between beer pong and masturbating, then I guess you just won't be able to have any of my mom's homemade apple pie that I already know she made, fresh just today…" he trailed off at the last part, letting those magic words hang in the air for a moment. He turned back to Andreas, smirking. "Was that mental image able to sink through the chemical spill on your head?"

Andreas was all but drooling. "Okay, I cleared up my schedule and managed to fit you in, so everything is all good now." He grabbed Bill by the arm and pulled him down the now almost empty hallway. "C'mon, you have to help me pack. I have no idea what to bring," he exclaimed, mostly to himself, as he hurried them both towards the dorms.

About an hour and a half later, Bill was staring at all the piles of clothes that were strewn across his room. It had taken about fifteen minutes to get Andreas all packed, more than half of that time simply spent just trying to wade through the jungle of a mess that was his dorm room. Bill was surprised that it had not taken longer, because they had needed to find clean clothes for him to even pack amongst all of the piles of random shit that he had everywhere. It had finally just gotten to the point where Bill told him just to pack some of his dirty clothes and they could get them washed later.

After that they had hurried over to Bill's dorm, which was in the next building over, to gather all of his things. And that was why Bill was in the position that he was in now, standing amongst the piles and piles of his own clothing. He had already kicked Andreas out of his room after the nagging and whining became too much. But maybe he had had a point, that Bill was a bit of a princess when it came to his clothing.

Nah.

Just to prove him wrong, Bill glanced down at his still empty suitcase and did the first thing that came to mind. As much as it pained him to do so, he shut his eyes tightly and randomly and quickly grabbed at whatever clothes he could reach, throwing them swiftly into his suitcase. It was necessary if he ever wanted to be finished with packing. He did not stop until he was sure that it was full; and even then, choking down a sob, he did not open his eyes until the case was securely zippered shut. Just in case he had any second thoughts.

Wiping the nonexistent sweat from his brow, he gathered up all of his makeup and toiletries and shoved them into a small bag, which he then forced into the front pocket of his suitcase.

He gave his room one last look over as he pulled his suitcase from atop his bed. Mission accomplished.

Wheeling it out of the room, Bill almost tripped over Andreas' legs that were sprawled out across the floor outside the door to his room. Andreas rolled his head back lazily to look up at the raven-haired boy, tapping his finger on his wrist impatiently where a watch should have been.

"Are you finally ready, princess?" he asked tiredly.

"Oh shut the hell up, Andreas. It didn't take me that long. In fact, I think that is the fastest I have ever packed before," he huffed, barely able to pick his suitcase up enough to get it over Andreas' legs.

Andreas lifted one bleach blonde eyebrow in amusement. "Well, then next time either I am going to pack for you or you need to start packing a week in advance, because then you might be ready by the time we need to leave."

"Yeah? Well, no one asked for your opinion, oil slick."

"Hey, hey, hey, no need to get your pretty little panties in a bunch. Plus, I took a shower this morning and if anyone is polluting the earth with their hair, it is you, mister four-cans-of-hairspray," he retorted, making motions of spraying the air with an aerosol can with his hand.

"Whatever, let's just go." Bill rolled his eyes as he rolled his bag to the emergency exit at the end of the hall where the stairs were.

They finally made it out of the dorms and threw their bags in the back of Bill's black Audi.

"I'll drive first and then you can drive second, okay?" Bill called to Andreas, jumping in the front seat and starting the engine.

"Fine with me, let's just get outta here," he replied, sliding into the passenger seat and immediately reclining it back to a comfortable position.

Picking up an average speed, they drove off campus in a matter of minutes, where Bill turned onto the highway and pressed the gas pedal almost all the way to the floor. It did not really matter how fast he went, because it was still an extremely lengthy drive to get to his home.

He sighed as he watched the pavement get eaten up by the tires of his car, Andreas' soft snores already audible from the seat beside him.

It was going to be a very long night before they got there.

A/N: Reviews are appreciated