A/N: Just a short chapter fic for Halloween - couldn't resist.

Categories: Slash
Characters: Bill Kaulitz, Gordon Trumper, Jorg Kaulitz, Original Female Character, Simone Trumper, Tom Kaulitz
Genre: Alternate Universe, Horror, Suspense, Twincest - Not Related
Main Pairing: Tom/Bill
Side Pairing: None
Warnings: Blood, Minor Character Death, Violence, WIP

The warnings and genres will change as the story commences, so keep an eye out if you are wary of the things I write ;)

"Dad, I already told you. The party starts in an hour and it'll last until, like…" Bill stared at the purple wall in front of him for a moment as he thought before he turned his head and covered the phone speaker with his hand. "When will it end, Sophie?"

The girl lying on the bed beside him blew on her wet maroon-colored nails and shook her head. "Pfft, you know Danny. This thing'll end whenever you want it to. I'm pretty sure he'd keep it going for days if that was what you wanted."

Bill rolled his eyes and grinned, bringing the phone back to his ear. "I'll get home around two or three, okay?" He paused for a moment, listening. "Dad, there is no way in hell I am going to be home at eleven, I'm already almost eighteen. I think I've at least earned the right to stay out late." There was another pause as the frown on his face deepened and he picked at the seam of his black jeans. "You have to give me more credit than that, I mean seriously. Do you honestly think I would do something like that? I'm not retarded," he snapped, his tone frosted over with irritation.

Sophie rolled off the edge of the large bed and glided over to the vanity to put away the nail polish, fluffing her thick brown hair when she caught her reflection in the mirror as she waited for Bill to get off the phone. 'Told him it would have just been easier to go and explain it afterwards…' she thought impatiently, leaning against the wall of her bedroom and crossing her arms over her ample chest, watching Bill from beneath thick black lashes.

"I know, I know." The frown lessened, but his expression did not seem to be any more pleased with whatever it was his father was saying. "Yeah, but you didn't need to bring it up again. That was three years ago, dad." Bill laid back on the plush carpet and stretched his long legs out across the floor, bumping Sophie's platforms. She kicked his leg lightly and fell back down onto the bed, perched above Bill. She waved her hand in a circular motion to make him get on with it. He flipped her the bird and turned over on his stomach, still listening to his dad ramble on about something, probably not even relevant to the original conversation anymore.

The corners of his glossed mouth began to turn up in a soft smile and he drew faceless designs in the thick purple carpet. "Yeah, I love you too, dad. I'll see'ya later," he finally said, sitting up slowly as he listened to his dad finish what he was saying. "Okay, okay, see'ya tonight. Around three," he added quickly as a finalizing thought before snapping his phone shut and ending the call. "Okay, it's all good." He grinned up at Sophie and swiped the back of his hand across his forehead, breathing a sigh of relief.

"So you can go? Or did daddy say no? Do I need to bring little Bill back at eleven?" she cooed, reaching over and pinching his cheek condescendingly.

He slapped her hand away and glared. "Oh, stop being such a bitch, let's just go, okay? God, why am I still friends with you?"

She smirked, "I love you too, Bill; and you're friends with me because I get you into the best parties this side of the century."

"Oh yeah, that's right."

"Oh, Bill! You should have heard the noishes coming out Etienne'sh mouth when I-"

"Eww! I don't wanna about thaaaat!" Bill giggled drunkly, leaning on Sophie as she leaned on him. Three games of beer pong, 4 shots, and a whole lot of weed later, Bill was worse for wear; not that he could tell. Sure, his vision was a little fuzzy and nothing could hold his concentration longer than 4 seconds, but he felt great!

Now, he knew he probably wouldn't in the morning, 'My symptoms are headaches, vomiting, and sensitivity to noise, doctor!' he thought absently, still giggling obnoxiously, but that was soooo far away from now! Live in the moment and not ahead of it, right?

"Biiill? Biiiiillll!" Sophie was snapping her fingers sloppily in front of his face, scratching his nose with her maroon fingernails a couple of times as she tried to make the snapping sounds with her uncoordinated fingers.

They were already at his car that was parked down the road from Danny's house and Sophie had his keys in her other hand, jingling them each time she wobbled on her platform heels. "Biiiillll~" she whined in a sing song voice. "We're at your car…" she trailed off, tapping at the window with one nail and staring down at the black Audi like she didn't even believe it was in front of them either.

Bill tried to swipe the keys out of her hand, but ended up just knocking them the pavement, the ring of silver keys sliding beneath the Audi and into the dark. "Damn…" he muttered, staring down at the ground like the keys would magically reappear and levitate up into his hands.

But that would be too easy.

Dropping out from under Sophie's arm and bent over, hitting his head on his car. "Fuuuuuck, that hurt!" he yelled, clutching his forehead as he crouched on the ground dazedly, already having forgotten what he was even doing. His head was pounding like a mother and he kind of just wanted to sleep there now. Home, shmome, what was the difference? He blinked in confusion and sat on his butt, legs splayed out before him, and tilted his head back to look at his equally inebriated friend, who was leaning against his car, half asleep.

"Get the keysh, shtupid…" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes and smearing her blue eyeliner all over her cheeks. "I wanna go home and sleep…"

Oh. Right. That's what he had been doing. Lying down, he pressed the side of his face against the cold, rocky street and looked under his car for anything that even remotely resembled keys. Rock. Rock. Rock. Condom – used, eww. Pop can. Keys! He grabbed them up – careful to avoid the condom – and jumped up in a wobbly manner, grasping at his friend and the car to keep his balance. Mission accomplished, captain!

Jabbing the door and the handle, he finally managed to insert his key in the lock, completely ignoring the fact that he had a button whose sole purpose was to unlock the car for him. Sophie went to the passenger side as Bill unlocked that door too, and they both fell into the car, sitting there for a moment to get their bearing.

"Do you jusht wanna shleep at my houshe?" Bill slurred, keying the steering column until he managed to finally get the ignition. 'Why are there two of everything?' he thought in a daze, staring in wonder at his four hands gripping both steering wheels.

But she was already passed out in the passenger seat, dead to the world. He took her snoring as a yes and put the car in gear and jamming down the gas pedal, the Audi lurching forward and pealing out of the neighborhood at top speeds. Bill squinted his eyes to try and focus his vision, but it wasn't helping, the street wasn't getting any clearer. 'Maybe drinking so much was a bad idea…' he thought as he pushed the power button on the stereo and Lady Gaga flowed out of the speakers.

His eyes fluttered to a close momentarily as he was rocked by the gliding motion of his car. He jerked them open, though, as soon as he realized what was happening and squinted at the road. 'Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate,' he repeated in his head like a mantra, barely noting as the houses on the side of the road gave way to fields that gave way to trees. Even with his lights on it was impossible to see anything. He leaned into the steering wheel, his chest pressed against it, his chin resting on the outer ring. He was pretty sure if it got any darker that… well it would be really dark.

But then the sky did start to get lighter and everything around him became more and more sharp. He leaned back in his leather seat. How did he do that, was it magic? He grinned stupidly, no it was probably Lady Gaga; she had commanded it from her home in his stereo. Yeah that was it.

Bill did not see the light getting narrower and narrower until it became to, large circles that continued to rush closer. He did not hear the blaring horn over the speakers of his car blasting "Again, Again" or the shrieking of the other driver as he liberally applied pressure to his horn. He did not feel the swerving of his car as he turned the wheel in time with the music or the rumbling of the nearing truck that was trying to avoid the little Audi that was almost invisible in the pitch black night.

Bill was in another world, high as a kite and skipping to the beat of his own drum.

The crunching of steel on steel and glass shattering around him, Bill did hear. Being wrenched from his seat and flying through the windshield, he did feel. The pavement getting closer and closer, he did see.

But after that, everything was horrifyingly black.

"He's not going to make it! You need to get him open and stitched, now!" the woman yelled at the others as they slid him out of the ambulance into the horrendously bright hallway.

"What about the girl?" A man asked as he rushed over, to take the place of the EMT, holding the mask over the boy's face as he squeezed the bubble at the end at a steady rate.

"Three broken ribs, fractured clavicle, swelling to the brain, possible spinal injury – the report says there wasn't any more time to check for other injuries. She is immobilized and being rushed to the OR to relieve the cranial pressure as we speak," another nurse relayed to him in a spew of words going at a mile a minute.

"And the other driver?" he asked, trying to stay calm as he ran alongside the gurney that was headed to the OR.

"Still conscious and breathing on his own – stable; everything else, I was told, could wait to be examined."

"Good. And him?" he finally gestured down to the boy, dreading what he was going to hear.

The nurse faltered, her voice catching as she tried to find words. The look that she gave him was all he needed to see. She did not need to tell him that he would not make it through the night, if even the next hour. "He has severe internal hemorrhaging, as well as outer, a punctured lung, an array of fractured ribs, cranial swelling - the list only goes on, doctor," she said, her voice trailing almost to a whisper like the boy were already dead and she was disrespecting him by talking about it.

"OR, now," he ordered, "Open him up, stop the bleeding, do whatever it takes." He was already clawing off his long white jacket and running to the sinks, scrubbing down as fast as he possibly could. Every second counted.

The nurse just nodded and they passed the boy off to the OR nurses who just nodded in her direction, rolling the gurney away. She had never seen so much blood. Ever.

If he lived through the night, it would be a miracle like no other.

"Mr. Kaulitz?"

"Yes, who is this?"

The nurse spun around in her chair to note something on another file before responding, "I am calling from St. Andrews Hospital, your presence is needed immediately."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "What happened?" he finally asked, his breath hitching.

She paused, staring down at the file she had in her hand for the young man she was calling about. Why did she always get stuck with these calls?

On the other end of the line the silence was deafening for Jorg Kaulitz. "Well, what is it? Why are you calling?" His voice rose, panic starting to set in.

"Your son, Bill Kaulitz," she heard the sob before she even finished, "- is currently in urgent care and we think it is best that you come down here as soon as possible." Pause. "We don't think he has much time…"

There was no response on the line, only a loud thud as the phone dropped and the dial tone as it finally hung itself up.

A/N: Yay? No? Tell me what you think so far. Chapter two will be up in a short while.

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