Summary: Tom has grown up in a world that has been overcome by the L.L.S. He lost his parents, and doesn't know of any other family. The world has been shut down completely and most people have died. Tom and along with his friends have been fighting the L.L.S, but what happens when he is overcome by anger? Will he be able to save the earth or let something, or rather someone, become to close to him to be able to finish the job?
Dear Tom,
I've been watching you for a while now and I cannot help, but imagining sinking my teeth into you. Your warm and tan skin taunts me in the day light and I don't know why you enjoy teasing me so. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play in the city? We are always looking for new prey. You think you can just strut around like you do, and plan on sleeping soundly every night? Fortify your door, block your window. Do whatever you think you can, but just know I know you Tom Kaulitz. Do not be alarmed, but accept what you have brought upon yourself. Sleep tight while you can my little sunshine.
- B
Tom crumpled the piece of paper in his hands, and threw it into his trash can. He wasn't scared by the threatening letter. In fact, he received these letters quite often on his front porch every morning. It was always written in the same handwriting with the same eerie burgundy ink. He knew it was not blood, but a cheap trick used to scare him. Tom hadn't been frightened from anything since he was eight; since this all started.
~ Flash Back~
"Mommy, what's happening?" Tom pulled on his mom's sweater.
"Shh, Tom be quite" she pulled away from him.
"We interrupt your program to bring you this special bulletin," a news reporter announced, "Our sources say that the L.L.S have obtained German citizens and are now moving swiftly across the country. If you live in the Southern area we advice you to leave as quickly as possible. Germany is now in affect, in a state of emergency. Use all precautions to stay in lit areas. We send everyone hope and prayers. Thank you."
Tom sat on the floor and pretended to look sad. He hated when his mother pushed him away, and looking upset always seemed to work. Tom watched as his mother buried her face in her hands, and sobbed violently.
"Mama," Tom said getting up, "Why are you crying?"
"Tom," She looked up, "I want you to go downstairs into the safe room, and lock the door okay?"
"But why?" Tom asked.
"Just stay in there until a man named Vilna comes to get you," she hugged Tom, "Mommy loves you baby, but she needs to go. Now go."
Tom turned and began to walk to the basement. He couldn't understand anything that was going on, but he knew that his mom was always right. He went to the back of the basement, and moved the bookshelf aside. He walked into the doorway and closed the bookshelf behind him. He turned on the light and followed the hallway to a steel door. He punched in the code to unlock it, and it opened slowly. Tom went in, and sat on the bed. He watched the steel door shut and lock. He put his head down, and hoped that morning would never come.
~ End Of Flashback~
Tom shook the thoughts out of his head. He was eight then, and now he was eighteen. He had learnt from the best, and now he was the best. Tom wasn't going to let some punk ass wannabe vampire threaten him. He was going to do something about it, and kick some ass. Tom went to his closet, and loaded his gun. He strapped on his extra bullets, hid hand guns, and smoke bombs.
"Time to end this shit." Tom said under his breath and walked out his front door.