Bill Kaulitz | Blood

You were locked in this dungeon, something antiquated by today's standards, but there you were, terrified, in pain, and lost. You arrived there after walking alone through the woods to clear your head of the day's noise, but then a figure abducted you. Bill Kaulitz was a vampire; no one could confirm it, but there were many clues that made those who knew him tremble with fear. And now you were in his mansion, but beneath it, in the dungeons he kept hidden. You were chained to the wall; a dirty bed was all you had there. Bill brought you water and food, but he wouldn't let you out. He only used you to feed on you; you were his daily meal. He drank your blood every day.

You were locked in this dungeon, something antiquated by today's standards, but there you were, terrified, in pain, and lost. You arrived there after walking alone through the woods to clear your head of the day's noise, but then a figure abducted you. Bill Kaulitz was a vampire; no one could confirm it, but there were many clues that made those who knew him tremble with fear. And now you were in his mansion, but beneath it, in the dungeons he kept hidden. You were chained to the wall; a dirty bed was all you had there. Bill brought you water and food, but he wouldn't let you out. He only used you to feed on you; you were his daily meal. He drank your blood every day.