Hey everyone! this is the great and vundervul (like my German accent?) Hannah. aka. TokioHotelObsessionX100. So due to the fact that we're writing together, and I've overhawled the entire thing. You're gonna have to reread, we've changed a bunch of names and such. you know the drill. Just go with the flow and Hannah doesn't hurt you :P.
Allright, ON WITH THE FIC!
The sound of glasses were gently tinkling in the background as a man sat on a barstool, looking at the beauty before him.
"So you wanna go back to my room." He asked as he took her hand within his own.
"Well that depends, will you be gentle with me Tom?" She asked with coy smile.
"No way in hell." He said as he took a sip of his drink.
"That's how I like it." The young lady whispered to Tom who was perfectly all right with the situation.
Alcohol had prevented any inhibitions and happiness and a slightly drunken daze resounded in her soul.
Their heads were light and vision slightly blurry as they made their way up to his hotel room from the small, hotel bar.
As they rode the elevator from the first floor, to the seventh, kisses and touches were exchanged as they took advantage of the silent elevator.
At last, the door dinged and they made their way out of the elevator and into the dimly lit hallway.
Tom, with a slight smirk, quickly pulled the key card out of his jacket pocket and swiped it through the slot.
"Ladies first." Tom said, holding a hand out in the air as he opened the door for her, she walked through the door, smiling slightly. As the door shut, Tom peered adoringly at the girls backside as she walked by.
Jackpot he thought to himself. In the past few nights he had been able to get a new girl every night. But this one by far had to be the best.
This particular girl had long golden brown legs that went on for miles and long curly hair that went down to her lower back. She had on a pair of white shorts with a deep red v-neck blouse, which gave him a good view of her cleavage.
Chuckling slightly, he patted himself on the back as he closed the door and locked it.
"I need to use the bathroom first." The random chick says, tilting her head to the side in a very sexy way.
"Of course, That way" He said smiling and dipping his head as he pointed her down the hallway.
"Thanks, be right back." She said smiling and turning around and walking sensuously.
The hotel room was large; it had three bedrooms and a kitchen, along with a few little extra rooms and its own pool. Practically an apartment.
Being an internationally renowned rock star had its privileges.
Smiling to himself, Tom went bedroom and put on some soft music to make the mood. He slipped his Nike's off by the closet before plopping down on the bed with a sigh.
As he played his messages (two from his twin brother Bill and one from his Manager David, both saying that he better not stay out too later because they had a long day ahead of them tomorrow.) He looked down at his watch, the time read that it was half past midnight, for him, that was practically late afternoon.
Tom lay on his back, stuck his hands underneath his head and closed his eyes with a contented sigh.
Though, as a relaxed state came over him, he heard a door slam from with in the hotel room.
Tom was silent for a moment before he sat up, wondering what was going on.
"You slam a door?" He asked out loud.
When no answer came, he stood up and walked to the bathroom.
Hearing a soft noise coming from the bathroom, he walked up to the door and listened. No sound came from within.
"Hey…? Uh…" Damn he didn't know her name. It started with an L but he could not remember the rest. "Are you okay in there?"
Silence.
He knocked softly on the door, but as soon as his hand and the door connect it slowly swung open. The sight he saw before him left him breathless.
The girl he brought back to his room was on the floor with a knife sticking out of her abdomen and her once beautiful face was marred by lacerations deeply cut into her skin.
As he saw her chest slowly rising and falling he broke out of his trance and went down to see if she was awake or dead.
"HEY! " He yelled at her as her eyelids fluttered open.
Hazel. She has hazel eyes, he hadn't noticed, even after talking to her for the whole night.
In an instant, the haze caused by the many drinks he has had that night, rushed away.
"YOU CAN'T GO TO SLEEP! TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF! WHAT'S YOUR NAME?" He could not let her fall asleep. He couldn't.
No one should die like this, he thought to himself.
"Lella.." She managed to say between gasping breaths.
"OKAY LELLA, I NEED YOU TO STAY AWAKE I NEED TO CALL FOR HELP. CAN YOU DO THAT FOR ME?" He shouted, tears ran freely down his cheeks as blood pooled on the floor.
She nodded weakly as a tear slipped down her bloody cheek.
The tears came more freely to his eyes and he looked once more into those hazel eyes before running off for the phone.
As he talked to the police his voice was rushed and harassed as they tried to assure them they were coming.
As he hung up, he called the only other person that was left to call, his brother Bill.