[b]Tour Bus Memories:
Chapter I:[/b]

I remembered waking up hearing a moaning noise, and the shuffle of sheets. I looked to Bill. He was tossing and turning, moaning and groaning. He hadn’t slept in days, which really began to worry me, After all; I was his twin brother. Georg and Gustav were still sound asleep in their beds, and couldn’t hear all the rustling and sounds Bill was making. I hesitantly reach out to push on him, and he doesn’t stop moving. I pulled my hand back, and then proceeded to go to touch him. I reached my hand out, and he grabbed it with a sudden force that I almost jolted back in complete shock. I wasn’t quite expecting what he said next.
“Tom.” He began. “I had the weirdest dream.” Bill explained, and I looked him in the eyes- my eyes. I swallowed hard, and nodded. I began to talk to him, to see where he was going with this whole random conversation.
“What about, Bill?” Bill let go of my hand, and then looked down. He began muttering some non-sense about some fan girls at a concert, and how he was afraid to loose me and my trust. It made no sense, he just needed sleep.
“We have to change the tour scheduling. You’re not getting enough sleep. Are you sure you didn’t hit your head?” I asked, and then put my hand onto the pallid flesh of his forehead. He was burning up really bad. I pulled my hand back.
“Tom?” He looked at me, and it must’ve just been me when my face was perplexed. He could read me better than anyone ever could. I shook my head. Normally, our thoughts were on the same wave length, and I could usually tell what he was thinking when he thought it. He didn’t even have to grimace or make any facial expressions. “Tom. You can’t reschedule. We still have our American tour!” He pleaded, putting his hands on my shoulders. “You like being in America.” He convinced me, “We get to shop, and play for all of our fans!” He was devoted to our fans ever since we first got big in America with our first U.S tour.
“Okay. Okay.” I came back to reality. Something was definitely wrong. I felt as if I were in the twilight zone, and couldn’t come back. I laughed a little when Bill yawned. He was just as exhausted as I was. Georg looked over at us and then looked to the clock, and rolled back over.
“Go back to bed, you two.” He moaned, and then began to snore again. That was something we were used to. I looked back to Bill, who had his finger to his lips. I was puzzled.
“We have to be quiet.” He pointed out, and I laughed again. I patted him on the back, and then yawned.
“We have a big day tomorrow. We’re rocking the house of blues for a sold out concert. Orlando, Florida is where we’ll be.” I nodded. “We better head to bed.” And Bill agreed with me.
“Gute Nacht.” Bill reached pulled me into a hug, and I hugged him back. My little brother was so loveable. It didn’t take me that long to pass out again. I was so tired, that I don’t even remember what happened the rest of the night.

-Next Morning-

“Tom!” Bill bounced up and down, clapping excitedly. Today was the day; we played in Orlando, Florida. Bill usually got nervous before any concert that we had to do and I looked at him as if he were crazy. My eyes closed again, and I put my wrist over my eyes to shield it from the harsh u.v rays outside. Everything was so hot, and humid that the covers were off of me; leaving me in my boxers and nothing else. My skin was perpetrating really bad, and I began to stink.
“Shut the blinds.” I complained, rolling over, and falling to the floor. I cursed under my breath, and Bill was right there, standing above me offering his hand to help me up. It would’ve taken him a lot longer to walk the length of the bed. I shrugged it off as hitting my head. I never did question much. Not really much to question. Georg looked at me, and laughed. Subconsciously I flicked him off, and then he laughed harder. I took Bill’s hand, and he pulled me up. His skin was severely cold, and he was abnormally strong. I let go of his hand suddenly as I got to my feet.
“Goddamnit, you’re severely cold.” I added, and he touched his forehead, and shook his head no. I blinked. You had to be kidding me, I wasn’t crazy. He touched my forehead again, and it was severely cold.
“Shit!” I cussed, and pulled away. Georg, Gustav, and Bill gave me a dirty look as if something were really wrong with me. Bill sighed, and blinked again.
“Well, if it helps, your BURNING up.” He implied burning like it was a bad thing. “I think your getting sick, Tom. That fever is making you delusional.” I groaned, and went to the bathroom right away. Bill followed me, as did the rest of the band.
“Damn Bill, you are ice cold.” Added Georg as he walked up behind Bill, “You can feel it all the way from here.” And then Georg touched his skin, but didn’t pull away as fast as I did.
“What about you, Tom?” and I closed the door in his face almost immediately as he said that. I was embarrassed enough that I just made a complete ASS of myself. I was not a morning person- any normal person wasn’t. I needed coffee. I touched my face in the mirror, and felt the sweat pouring down my tan, golden skin. I smelled, as did everything else. My senses were heightened. I held my hands to my face, I couldn't feel the difference. I didn't feel sick or anything, and I was fine the night before. Why the sudden change here and now? I was beginning not to understand anything.
“Tom?” Asked Bill, and he pounded on the door semi frantically. “Are you okay, Tom?” He kept pounding, but the pounding was drowned out by the thumping of my racing heart.
Was I really okay? What did I tell him? Did I just lie to him so he'd stop worrying? I bit my lip, I wouldn't lie to Bill. I didn't have it in me to – so I just didn't say anything at all.
“Tom! Please answer me!” Bill still kept pounding until I would respond. Again- I knew what I had to do. I had to suck up the fact that he was ice cold, and smelled dead. Bill was naturally pale with and without the make-up, and our eyes were naturally a darkish brown color. I couldn't think that a fairy-tale, and an old legend that our mother used to tell us going to bed could actually exists. If I explained this to any one, they would think I was off of my rocker. I sighed, and turned on the cold water to muffle my breath.
“I'm fine.” I was really relaxed via the cold water on my face. He laughed a little at my reply. Reassurance was all he needed I'm sure. He was my little brother after all. He patted the door with his palm, and leaned against it. A sigh of relief filled the air with a relaxing sound. I heard the wood creak.
“You shouldn't worry, Bill.” I added in between rinsing my face, and washing it. “Especially when you know you'll never ever loose me.” Two pats against the door again. I did feel like I was loosing him though- I couldn't even get on the same wavelength as him anymore. I felt so desolate here- inside my own mind. I was a prisoner of my own mind. Bill laughed again, without saying anything.
“You say that now.” By his tone, I was sure he was just joking around with me. “But what happens when you meet that one girl that will keep you away from me?” I laughed, and made a semi snort.
“I promised you I wouldn't do that, didn't I?” I looked to the door, “So I don't see why your fretting over nothing.” And there were three pats against the door. I dried off my face, and began to take off my clothes for a shower.
“Yeah. I guess your right...” And I could hear his back slump against the door, and I sighed. Even if my little brother was a vampire, and I was a wolf- I would still love him no matter what the legend says. He was always there when I needed him, and I was closer to him than anyone else in my entire life. Including my own mother- ironic.
I got a quick ten minute shower, got out, dried off, and dressed. I felt so much better now that everything was clean smelling and the heat absorbed into my depressed heart.
“Do you think that we'll ever leave each other?” I asked, wanting to be reassured. I knew he was still there beside the door. I could smell that scent of rotting flesh.
“No.” He replied instantly, and I sighed. “But-” And I looked to the door and opened it to look at him. He smiled, and pulled me out by the hand.
“We're going to be late. We've still got to prep and everything.”
“But we've got like, Six to Seven hours to go.” I questioned, looking at the clock on the dresser. I blinked at his next request.
“Yeah.” He pulled me towards the door, and smiled. “We have to meet Georg and Gustav at the H.O.B, but before that...” his voice trailed off, and I laughed. Typical Bill- go figure.
“I want to go shopping.” and he laughed.