OBNOXIOUS PLOTLINE! It's okay folks, I might get it under control soon. Although some interesting twists and turns are about to take place in that mansion in Madgeburg. What do you guys think? Drop me a comment plz... or no updates for youuuu.

Dislcaimer: Blah Blah Blah. Yak Yak Yak. (It's like Bill at an interview XD) I don't own Tokio Hotel. Did you guys hear that? I thought I heard someone say something important...no? It was just me? Okay.


"Beatrice?" came the soft voice. I mumbled something random and rolled over in my sleep. I didn't want to wake up yet. Someone shoved my shoulder, "Come on!"

"No," I said, smacking the shove-er away. I yelped and sat up in bed when my hand hit something hard. I sucked on the small cut it had left. Yum. I am really hungry today. I need to hunt soon!

"Are you okay?" the person asked. That's not Jazzy, I looked up. Bill sat on the edge of my bed, his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.

"Ohmiengott!" I yelled, wind-milling my arms in surprise and falling over the other edge of the bed.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Bill's head popped over the side of the bed. He looked worried for a moment, until he saw me glaring up at him. His face smoothed over, a look of mild amusement replacing concern. He offered me a hand up. I accepted it, but instead of standing, I gave a hard yank. With a girlish squeak of surprise, Bill joined me on the floor. I barked out a loud laugh, pointing at Bill's injured expression and laughing even harder. After a few seconds, Bill joined me in literally 'rotflol'.

"What are you guys doing up there?" Jazzy called from the living room, followed by snickers from Georg. He was over all the time. I liked the guy, I was glad he and Jazzy could be together, but I didn't see her as much anymore. Although having Georg over all the time meant having Bill over all the time…so I was okay with it.

"Nothing," I yelled back innocently. She laughed. Bill chuckled and wrapped his long arms around me in a tight hug. I nuzzled my head into his chest and took a deep, satisfying breath. I felt my fangs throbbing to escape my gums. Gott, he smelled so good. "I'll be right back." I leaped away from Bill's grasp and ran downstairs. I dashed through the back door and into the woods. I looked down at what I was wearing, a cami and gym shorts. With no shoes…good going Bea. I'm sure this will be easy to explain, "Contestant number three: I like taking barefoot walks through the woods in my pajamas." I'm such a dork.

I wondered what Bill and Georg were thinking, although Georg would probably understand. He had to be around Bill and Tom all the time, and with Gustav being a newchanged it must be holle at the studio!

I dashed through the woods at breakneck speeds, testing the air for something appetizing. After fifteen minutes of running, I smelled an elk. My favorite. I ducked into a hunting crouch and approached the animal slowly. Before I could attack, it noticed me and bolted. A chase is even better. I dodged trees and jumped over small creeks. In no time at all, I caught up to the huge beast and brought it down with one swift lunge.

"Thank you for being my meal today," I frowned down at the dead elk at my feet. I always thanked the animal after I killed it. It just didn't seem right to me, but if it was Bill or an elk…I would pick the elk. I didn't want to hurt anyone I loved. I finished 'eating' quickly and rose to my feet. I lifted my nose to the air and sniffed around. There was another of my kind in the area, I could tell. "Come out Rachel!"

"How did you know it was me?" she smirked, sliding out from behind a tree. I watched as she slunk over, her eyes full of poison.

"Lucky guess," I glared. She seemed nonchalant, her presence was casual, but her countenance was that of a deadly snake.

"You'll never guess what I've been doing," she said, flashing me a conspiratorial grin.

"Using rosemary extract to regain the boy's memories," I stated. She looked at me, shocked for a moment, before regaining her smooth demeanor.

"How could you tell?"

"I could smell it in Bill's blood," I declared. "Why are you doing it?"

"I'm doing it because I love him," she said, flinging venom with her words. "I loved him before you even met him! I lived in the same village as his grandparents! I watched over his family for four generations before Brandon came along. I'm at least four hundred years old, don't look so amazed. When he was born, I knew he was the one for me. I followed him along on his career as a pianist. When he met you, I created Tomas to steal you away. I wanted Brandon all for myself, and you were going to take him. I couldn't have that, now could I? I did not expect Tomas, my creation, to turn against his purpose and kill him. It was opposite the plan I had made, but it's okay. They've been reincarnated now."

"Why would you do something so horrible?" I asked.

"I am in love," she exclaimed angrily. She shot to my side and grabbed my arm. Her nails dug into the skin, but the insanity of the situation made me numb.

"I will regain all of their memories, and this time I will get him."

There was a breeze and the pressure left my arm. Georg was standing in front of me, his eyes narrowed. Rachel was laying on her back a few feet away, groaning as she sat up.

"Get out of here, Rachel. Or do you want me telling Jost about your little potion?" he threatened. Rachel got back on her feet.

"It's not over yet Beatrice," she spat. "I still have him under my control." I watched her recede into the woods.

"Let's get back to the house," Georg prompted. I couldn't help but think back on what Rachel had said. Four hundred years old? And all this time just waiting for Brandon to fall in love with her. Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be. Can't you just be happy with Tom? Find someone who loves you! Brainwash Gustav if you have to, but leave Bill alone! I couldn't protect him before, but I sure as heck can now!

BILL'S POV

"I'll be right back," Bea jumped from my arms, nearly looking panicked. She sprinted from the room and pounded hastily down the stairs. I heard the French doors slam and footsteps slapping across the back deck. I stood up slowly and walked downstairs to the Victorian style living room. The house was like a gothic mansion out of a history magazine.

When I looked up, Georg and Jazzy were sitting on the couch, totally enraptured with each other. Just as they were going to kiss, I coughed into my hand and whistled quietly. Georg looked at me. Obviously he was extremely annoyed, before his head turned towards the door. Jazzy's eyes grew large and she looked out the windows as well.

"I'll be right back, liebe," Georg muttered, running for the door.

"Hurry!" Jazzy urged. Georg disappeared into the line of trees at the edge of the lawn.

"What was that all about?" I asked, sitting down across from Jazzy on a pale chair. Jazzy's eyes widened a little bit more, but she remained calm.

"Nothing, I just thought I'd heard the neighbor's cat in trouble," she said.

"I didn't hear anything," I said, curious. She was suddenly evasive, her face blank. "Where did Bea go?"

"Jogging," she said dismissively.

"I doubt it," I said, "She was wearing pajamas, and was barefoot!"

"So?" Jazzy waved her hand like she was trying to use the Jedi Mind Trick on me. She looked everywhere in the room, refusing to make eye contact.

"You are a very bad liar miss Jazzy," I said, standing to inspect pictures on the mantle. A boy that looked a lot like Tom was smiling down from one, a very happy girl who resembled Bea on his arm. In another, he was posing with the girl, but she looked less happy. She was thinner and her smile was halfhearted. I walked down a long line of pictures, the girl getting less content in every one. The boy looked the same, always smiling brightly and placing his hand possessively on the girl's shoulder. "Who is this man?"

"Tomas," Jazzy said. My blood ran cold and an image flashed through my mind.

"Tomas! Why are you doing this?" Beatrice cried. Tears were pouring down her face. Her dress was flouncy and white, the bustle was too large to be normal. It was an elaborate wedding dress fit for a princess. Pain was making their conversation hazy and choppy, the words sounded like I was hearing from underwater. I was lying on a cool wooden surface, warm sticky liquid pooling around a cut on my forehead.

"I love you Beatrice! Can't you see that I'll always love you?" Tomas shouted.

"No!" she yelled, reaching for something, anything, to throw at him. He stalked over to me, standing over my limp form like like a victor over his prize. He kneeled down, his eyes burning into my own. He looked just like Tom. I tried to sit up, to fight back, but I couldn't move. "TOMAS DON'T!"

"I have to," he said, almost sounding regretful. Then he leaned over me and the world went black. The last thing I heard was Beatrice screaming.

"Bill. Bill, wake up!" I opened my eyes. Beatrice was fanning my face with a magazine and panicking.

"What happened?" I asked.

"You were looking at the pictures of Tomas and Beatrice's grandmother. When I told you what his name was, you just collapsed!" Jazzy said, wringing her hands uselessly.

"Wait, did you happen to have a strange flashback involving the boy in the picture?" Bea asked. I cocked an eyebrow.

"Yes, why?"

"What happened during your dream?" Jazzy asked, taking over the interrogation.

"I was on a floor, and that Tomas guy was yelling at a girl who looked like Beatrice's clone. She was wearing an old fashioned wedding dress too. Tomas came over and glared at me, then she screamed, and everything went black." I was still confused.

"Woah," Jazzy murmured. Georg looked almost impressed. If not slightly confused. What is going on here? Are these people crazy? Why does Bea look so upset and worried. Almost like she's having these dreams herself.

"Rachel is working faster than I thought possible," She said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Do you believe in reincarnation?" she asked. I shrugged. "Well, it may be possible that you, Tom, Rachel, and I are involved in a retelling of history. My great-grandmother, also named Beatrice, was in love with a pianist named Brandon Kiptz. He was murdered on their wedding day by Tomas. Maybe, just maybe, we're the reincarnated versions of our ancestors. We were all drawn together in the same place they met to fix things so it will end up right this time."

"Maybe," I shrugged again. It may be possible that all that happened. I mean, we look just like the people in the pictures Beatrice and Jazzy showed me. Except for the hair lengths and styles, we could be twins.

"I thought you would call me crazy," Bea sighed and flopped down onto an ottoman. I placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up, mildly surprised.

"I know crazy people, and you are nothing like them." and I leaned down and kissed her. Luckily, this kiss didn't come with any flashback side-effects. Just a plain, simple, sweet, innocent kiss.

"Awww!" Jazzy cooed. Georg wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. I laughed, pulling away. Beatrice sat, flushed and smiling widely.

"Man, I have waited so long to do that," she whispered. I pulled her up beside me and wrapped my arm around her shoulder.

"Wanna go steady?" I asked.

"Way to be abrupt," she laughed, nodding. "Of course I will."

"Good. Reincarnated or not, I've liked you for awhile now."

BEATRICE'S POV

In one afternoon I managed to piss off my greatest enemy, totally destroy my own history, and get a boyfriend! Go me! Bill, thank the good Gott above, seemed to understand my nonsense about the reincarnation thing. The only people involved who were second-generations were him and Tom! When all their memories returned, they may just forget who they are now completely and turn back into Tomas and Brandon. I guess we'll have to see where history, time, and rosemary take us.