My head waz spinning. And my lungs felt as if they had forgot how to breathe. I hate small spaces and here I waz in the middle of a huge crowd. I tried to slow my breathing and tried to concentrate on something else but the suffocateing heat that waz surrounding me.
'look where I am' I thought. 'I'm at a Tokio hotel concert! oh god plez don't be sick.'
As a wave of dizziness caught me I looked up at the ceiling hoping it would pass without me puking. As my vision cleared and I felt the strange relief you always feel after a dizzy spell my gaze fell upon......
I screamed. What else waz I to do? For hanging in the rafters of the ceiling wazthe lifeless body of a man. I don't know how long i stood screaming but when i felt the a hand on my shoulder I screamed louder. I whipped around to see my mother looking at the stage.
I followed her gaze and saw that Tokio hotel were starting up their first song. But at that moment I didn't care. I knew I had to do something. I pushed through the crowd trying to get to the back door.
'If that man's dead then there's possibly a killer on the lose.' my protective senses kicked into gear. I've always been the type of person who wouldgive my life to protect someone. And now i saw my chance.
I pushed through the door markedno tresspassing. I waz pleased to see that the guards were to busy with a few crazy fans. So I went throughunnoticed. I knew Iwould be in major trouble if i waz found. I walked down the hallway asquietly as possible trying to find the stairs to the lightstand.
"Hey you! You're not supposed to be down here!" I nearly jumped out of my skin. I whipped around to see another fan get caught after sneaking in after me. Iwaz off like a bullet I dashed through the nearest doorand pushed it closed.
'I'm never doing that again.' I thought as I tried to slow down the beat of my heart. I looked around at my surroundings. I waz inTokio Hotels dressing room. I again nearly screamed but this time for a whole new reason.'I'm standing in Tokio Hotel's dressing room!' I looked aroundin wonder.
I didn't have much time to wonder cause I heard a voiceright outside the door. I dashed to the closetand only just shut the door when the dressing room door opened. I stayed as quiet as waz possible and I waz scared the beat of my heart would give me away. I moved my hands across the floor of the closet until my hand fell upon a plastic bag. I don't know why I kept a hold of it but nothing onearth waz going to make me let go of it just then.
I soon heard the voices leave and the door close when I pushed the closet door open and climbed out. I stood scared to death of being caught Iballed my handsup into fists. That's when I noticed the bag in my hand. I looked down at it and noticed that in looked like one of the hospitalwater bags that they hook into you when you r in a coma to keep you hydrated. Except this one waz filled with a dark red liquad.
I noticed 4 tiny holes at the top of the bag and the curious person that I am squeezed a tiny amount of the liquad onto my finger. I smelled it. I dropped the bag with horror.
'Oh my God! it's blood!' Again out of curiousity I open the small fridge to findseveral full bags of blood.Horrified I stumbled backword and tripped over a chair sending me sprawled onto the floor.
"Hey great concert guys!" I froze.
'Oh no!' I jumped up and ran to the closet again. I opened the door a crack to see what waz going on as Bill, Tom, Georg, and Gustav entered the room.
"Man I'm so tired now!" Tom said as he streched himself onto the chair which I had so gracefully tripped over.
"Same here! Every show lately has been so intense thanks to our fans." I waz reliefed when i saw Gustav grab a coke and not a blood bag as he said this.
" What r you now dissing our fans?"Georg asked.
"That's not what I meant!"
I looked at Bill who had his back to me. 'Man he's so sexy.' I thought as I looked his backside over. Just then he turned around. I nearly screamed for he had a blood bag fastened to his lips.
'Bill Kaulitz is a vampire!'
