Disclaimer: i do not own tokio hotel, only the plot. as much as i would like to, i have no connection to them whatsoever

Ever wondered why Gustav is so silent? Why he barely speaks to anyone at shows or on T.V? Officially, he only says that he is shy and doesn't want to be in the limelight all the time. But go back in time to explore the past of Gustav Schäfer and discover the cold truth.

At age eighteen, Gustav was seen walking home after band practice with the future Tokio Hotel. He was happy with the progress the guys were making. Something told him very good things about the band, that one day they will be the greatest German band of all time. Gustav just felt it.

He envisioned his mother at the black iron stove of his house, cooking her mouthwatering schnitzel just for her favorite son. In the fridge was a nice slice of Tiramisu from the authentic Italian bakery down the street, with his name all over it. His stomach rumbled at the thought; he'd forgotten about lunch that afternoon. Gustav was so looking forward to getting back home.

Halfway there, he found a girl sitting on the curb and appeared to be crying. She was no more than thirteen, short height wise, black pigtails held by red rubber bands and skin paler than his. Gustav sat beside her and puts a hand on her trembling shoulder. It was cold.

"Little girl, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Dear sir, my little doggie ran away from me," she solemnly replied, "and I can't seem to find him anywhere." She didn't move from her position at all and Gustav, like a curious dog going to play with a porcupine, wrapped his arms around her for a hug.

"It's alright," he said over to her.

"Thank you but…" Gustav caught a glimpse of the girl's eyes and knew things were terribly wrong, "…I don't think I can say the same for you." He gasped as he felt razors dig into his neck. The small girl sucked as much blood as she could get. But she was very inexperienced in blood drinking and she lost grip of Gustav. He punched and kicked as she tried to regain her bite, and he was successful in his fending.

"Rats, not again," she said to herself and disappeared into the darkness. Gustav never heard or saw the girl again.

He was left on the ground gasping and whining in pain as he transformed from man to beast. His back expanded and constricted when he tossed around like a rabid animal. His teeth stung as they increased in size and lethality. Gustav obviously thought he was dying a horrible, painful death. Little did he know a fate worse than death was waiting for him shortly. Gradually, the pain ceased and his gasping turned into animalistic grunting. He began to grab a hold of himself so he could continue walking. Gustav was still growling and had a heavy craving for blood. He really couldn't wait to get home.

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Flash ahead three years to present day. It only took those years for Tokio Hotel to reach super stardom. During the time, Gustav held his secret very close to him. No one knew about anything and he intended to keep it that way. Just hit the drums and everyone would stay away was his philosophy.

To maintain himself, Gustav had to eat separately since he couldn't digest normal foods. Nobody really questioned Gustav so no one noticed that he wouldn't eat anything they brought in. Strangely, he had no issues with taking human life for nourishment. No matter how hard his victims fought and screamed he didn't seem to care so much. He was a ruthless vampire with a vulnerable core.

In reality, Gustav actually enjoyed being a vampire. The speed, strength and even his red wine colored eyes; he felt unique. The best part was that he didn't really have to cover up his eye color because they matched almost perfectly to his previously dark brown eyes. It was immortality that was such a bother to him. He was dead and yet still fully alive plus more. He hated the fact that he couldn't be hurt or get sick or even sweat. Having his perspiration plastered on his neck like it usually did was gone forever, and it was something oddly enjoyable to him. The moment he realized what he was all those years ago was the moment he discovered he would never be able to eat, sleep, breathe or even die.

At first he tried to defy the facts, resulting in the biggest inner controversy of his life. One day, Gustav climbed to the top of an old abandoned building that stood at about three thousand feet; it was huge before the demolition. He stood right at the very edge of it, waiting to find the nerve to jump. Wind tickled his scalp as coolness implanted itself onto his body, and he didn't sense one thing. He wanted feeling back, he wanted every physical feeing back. When he couldn't take the invisible motility anymore, Gustav jumped gracefully head first off the building.

The impact was hardly noticeable as he got up from the ground. He simply brushed the dust off his shoulders and looked up. Gustav had just jumped three thousand feet to solid concrete. And here he was unscratched and unharmed. His plan didn't work, and this incident proved to him that it would never work, no matter how many times he jumped. After that, Gustav walked to the studio where the guys were surely waiting for him.

That night was the night where the song Spring Nicht was born, from an idea Gustav had.