again, i only own the plot
Bill was not fond of Seattle. Every time he walked outside, he risked complete destruction to his hair from moisture. He really disliked mist and rain so for most of their stay, Bill remained indoors like a cat.
It was one of those rare Seattle days where it was warm and sunny out, a day prefect for Bill. He decided to go walking around for a while until he eventually sat down comfortably on a bench in the park. People watching was a hobby for him. He liked to examine individuals naturally. Some were funny, some were sad and some gave him inspiration.
One of his greatest sightings happened a few years ago where a mother and her teenage daughter were arguing in a public place. The girl tried her best to get words in but her mother would always cut in. Bill could see that the mother was making wrong assumptions about the girl and didn't even bother to hear what she had to say. And the song Scream was then created in Bill's mind.
That day in Seattle, he saw something different. Across the small scummy pond, there was a young couple feeding the duck. The boy had his arms around her core and his face nuzzling her neck. She giggled as she dropped the rest of the feed in her hands. The ducks went wild. The couple laughed when they skipped away from the frenzy. They were holding hands; she had black nail polish on and he had a ring on. Most likely a class ring from the size and shape. The girl swung him around, pushing his back up against a tree. They paused a moment, exchanging passionate stares. They drew closer as their lips met, swimming within each other. When they parted, she smiled and put her head against his chest. He smiled as if he just won the best prize in the world.
At that point, Bill felt tears trickle out of his eyes. It was such a magical bond that Bill was observing. How he longed to share that with someone, though not a girl he would want. Bill wanted to be with a certain boy, and his name was Tom. Was it so wrong to be in love with your own brother? There was no rule to say who you could or could not love, so why not? Bill was just so afraid of what his reaction would be: anger, confusion, freaked out? He was really fearful that once he knew, Tom would possibly never talk to Bill again because he would know how he felt about him. Their brotherhood and friendship was something Bill just couldn't risk.
But also in that same point, he realized that if he didn't ask, he would never know Tom's reaction. And life with him was one thing he didn't want to pass up. It was certain that he would tell Tom his feelings that night before the show. Or maybe after, he wouldn't want to throw him off for the show. Yes, definitely afterwards.
Suddenly he felt vibrations in his pants; not those types of vibrations. He reached in his pocked to retrieve his cell phone. Tom was calling.
"Where the hell are you?" he asked.
"I was out for a while."
"You left the house Bill? Amazing!"
"Shut up."
"Well, start getting back, we have sound check at the venue."
"Fine, I'll meet you there." He heard Tom hang up his phone. A simple 'goodbye' would have been nice, but that was Tom. Bill put his phone back and left the park bench. It was only a matter of time now.
The sky turned dark when he reached the venue. Apparently it was a longer walk from the park to there than he thought. Once Bill reached the brick lined building, he leaned against the wall to catch his breath. He hoped he didn't miss the sound check; the guys would be so pissed. It wouldn't be a great way to start off with Tom either. He prayed that things would go well between them.
Just as he was about to go in, Bill heard some muffled voices coming from the alley way he was leaning on. They sounded like screams. As much as he didn't want to, he went down the alley to investigate. Trash was lining his shoes and a stench filled the air that made him want to puke. It smelled like dead carcass. Bill tripped over what he thought was a garbage can; boy, did he guess wrong. He remembered his phone and took it out to light up the alley. What he saw was shocking. He was lying over the body of a woman no older than thirty and there was a figure hunched over her neck. Bill tried not to make a sound but it was no use. It was so disgusting that it was impossible to hold back any shouts.
The figure clearly heard Bill as it snarled at him. It lunged toward its new found prey. Its teeth sank in releasing a loud yelp form the victim. For Bill, the sharpness of the bite was nothing compared to the following sensation. He was in for the change of a lifetime.
Gustav saw the poor boy on top of his previous victim. He was so thirsty, he couldn't control himself and needed blood. The nectar of the boy's was so delicate and light, but when he noticed that boy was actually Bill, he immediately let go and watched as the innocent singer "died" in front of him. Gustav had a lot of explaining to do when it was all over, but there was only one thought racing in his mind: What have I done?