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Bill put his hand on his forehead and squinted at the bright light in the ceiling.
     “Where am I?” he repeated, looking around. “Am I in Heaven? Or is this Hell? Or someplace in between?”
     Morrison chuckled. “I believe you four have some catching up to do.” With that, he and the other slayers left the room, leaving us in shocked, awkward silence.
     “Gustav?” Bill asked, looking closely at Gustav's face. He looked down at Georg and I who were still on the floor. “Hello, everyone. Where's Tom? Are we all dead?”
     “B-Bill?” Gustav started, putting his hands on Bill's shoulders. “Is that really you?”
     “Well, it's either me or the drugs,” Bill replied with a laugh. “These leather-clad freaks really like to pump you full of all kinds of loopy shit. Oh, heheh, pardon my French.”
     “Bill,” Georg said softly, staring at him in awe.
     “Hi!” he replied, waving. “What are you two doing on the floor? Where are we, anyway?”
     Georg and I both stood up quickly and walked over to him. It was a little harder for me, because I wanted to throw up.
     “Bill, I thought you were dead,” Georg said, grabbing him and hugging him tightly.
     “Aw, I love you, too, Georg,” Bill said, hugging him back.
     “What happened?” Georg tried to move back away from him, but he hung onto his neck and laughed.
     “I don't remember a single thing,” Bill said, still hanging from Georg's neck. “I kind of remember being at a hospital. You know, there was this crazy doctor there, he didn't think that Tom and I were twins, how wild is that? Where is Tom, by the way?” He let go of Georg's neck and turned toward one of the mirrors on the wall. He pressed his nose against the glass and shaded his eyes.
     “What is he doing?” Gustav asked.
     “Hello?” Bill said loudly, rapping on the mirror. “Can we get room-service in here? I'm thirsty. Hello?”
     “Bill,” I said, grabbing his arm and gently pulling him away from the mirror. He stood there and stared into it for a long time.
     “Boy, I look terrible,” he said, cringing.
     “Bill,” I repeated. “Do you remember anything other than the hospital?”
     He turned around to face me, a confused look on his face. “Oooo, nice rings,” he said, grabbing my left hand. “When did you get those?”
     “When Georg and I got married.”
     He lifted his head quickly and looked at Georg and me. “You got married? To each other? When the hell did THAT happen?”
     “Um. . .yesterday,” Georg replied.
     “Really? Congratulations, newlyweds! Gee, what else did I miss?”
     “I'm pregnant,” I said flatly.
     “Whoa,” Gustav exclaimed. “You are? When did THAT happen?”
     Bill just started laughing. “You're kidding, right?”
     “No, I'm not. I'm pregnant.”
     “Wow, I missed a lot, didn't I? Where have I been? And how long have I been gone?”
     “I'm not really sure,” Georg said slowly. “About five days. And you SHOULD be in a coffin.”
     “A coffin? So I DID die! How did I die? Am I still dead?” He looked down and put his hands on his chest, feeling for a heartbeat. “I don't feel dead, and my heart is beating.”
     “Hm. Maybe you should rest for a while and try to remember some things.”
     “Yeah, that's a good idea.” Bill leaned on the wall again and slid to the floor with a yawn. “Good night.” He closed his eyes and lay down on the metal floor.
     “Holy fu. . .” Gustav said, his voice trailing off. “Bill is still alive. How is that possible? I thought he committed suicide.”
     “He did,” Georg said. “I saw him. He reached the ground, there was blood. . .I don't know what happened.”
     “Hehehe, I know you guys are talking about me,” Bill said, his eyes still closed, grinning.
     “Just go to sleep, Bill,” Georg said softly.
     “I heard the word 'suicide,'” Bill continued stubbornly. “Did I commit suicide? Why?”
     “Not now, Bill.”
     “No, really, I want to know.” He sat up and opened his eyes.
     Georg sighed. “You jumped off a building because Tom was murdered.”
     Bill's grin melted away and he looked up at Georg with sad eyes. “Tom. . .was murdered? He-he's gone? Dead? F-forever? Why?”
     “The world is a terrible place,” Georg answered vaguely. “Just go to sleep, we'll talk more later.”
     Bill nodded with a sniff and lay back down. Surprisingly, he fell asleep pretty quickly.

It was about half an hour before anyone said anything again. Georg, Gustav, and I were sitting with our backs against the wall, watching Bill sleep on the other side of the room.
     “Hey, Gustav?” Georg started.
     “What?” Gustav mumbled back.
     Suddenly, Bill woke up with a quiet snort. He sat up quickly and winced, putting his hand on his head. “Ow, my head hurts,” he moaned.
     “What is it, Georg?” Gustav asked, facing him.
     “Um, what did Morrison mean when he said, 'did you have fun?'”
     Gustav's nose twitched. “I don't want to talk about it.”
     Bill started laughing. A lot.
     “What is it?” Gustav asked.
     “Your nose twitched!” Bill replied, falling back onto his back and rolling from the laughter. “It was funny.”
     Gustav scooted a little closer to Georg and whispered to him, “I don't like Bill high.”
     Georg just raised his eyebrows and shrugged.
     Bill sighed and wiped tears from his eyes as he sat up again. “I'm bored,” he said, standing up and pacing the room. “Would any of you happen to have eyeliner with you? Specifically black? Never mind, I don't think I need it.”
     Not ten seconds later, the door to the room opened and Ivy walked in, holding a guy by the wrists. He had a sack over his head.
     “Hi, guys,” Ivy greeted, pulling the sack off of the person's head. “Say hello to your new roommate.”
     “Let go of me, you freaking son of a mother!” Tom shouted, trying to wrench his hands free of her grip. “I swear, I'm going to kill you!”
     Ivy shoved him into the room and left, closing the door behind her.
     Tom cursed and looked at his wrists. “I hate her,” he said matter-of-factly.
     He looked different. He was wearing a plain black T-shirt and dark jeans that actually fit him. I wasn't used to seeing him in clothes that weren't ten sizes too big. Also, his long, dirty blond dreadlocks hung down around his shoulders and went past his hips. He was not wearing his lip ring.
     “Tomi!” Bill cried, running over to him and hugging him.
     “Ow!” Tom exclaimed, pulling away from him. “Careful, Bill, I just got stabbed in the chest a few days ago. Be gentle with me.”
     “Oh, hi, guys.” Tom waved half-heartedly at Gustav, Georg, and me. “What's new?”
     “Oh, oh, Tomi,” Bill started, jumping up and down a little. “She's pregnant, she's pregnant, isn't that fantastic?”
     Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at me. “Pregnant? Seriously?”
     “Yeah,” Bill continued. “And she and Georg got married. Yesterday.”
     “Well, nice place to spend your honeymoon, eh?” Tom said, smiling slyly. “I hate this place. They kept me alive just so they could torture me. What have they been doing to you?”
     “Not much,” Georg said, staring open-mouthed at him. “What have they been doing to you?”
     “Well, they've cut me open in a million different places, some places I can't even mention, and they stuck needles and metal prongs and things inside me to see what 'goes on inside a vampire.' They have hooked me up to machines, taken pictures, X-rays, blood samples. . .I could go on for a while. But, thankfully, I was asleep during most of these things. I still feel the pain afterward, though. They have put so many drugs inside me, I feel numb, but still conscious.”
     “Oh, Tomi, that sounds horrible!” Bill cried, moving to hug him again.
     “Hey, hey!” Tom walked quickly out of his reach and raised his hands protectively.
     “Oh, right, I forgot,” Bill said sheepishly.
     The door opened and Ivy walked back in, carrying a big syringe full of a bluish clear liquid.
     “Alright, Bill, time for your next dose,” she said, grabbing Bill's arm.
     “Awwwwww,” Bill moaned.
     Ivy stuck the needle into his arm and injected the whole thing into him.
     “Hey, what are you injecting into my brother?” Tom asked firmly.
     “Either I inject him, or he feels the pain,” Ivy said threateningly, holding up the needle. “We wouldn't want that, now, would we?”
     Tom seethed.
     “She doesn't want me to come down,” Bill said with a chuckle.
     Ivy turned to Tom before leaving again, and said, “You're next.”
     “Enjoy the pretty colors, Tomi!” Bill said in a sing-song voice, putting his hand on Tom's shoulder.
     Tom still seethed.
Long one :lol: Hope it's good!
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lovedivine Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2009
omg i lub bill high. hes so cute!
23Jester23 Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2009
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lovedivine Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2009
omg i lub bill high. hes so cute!
Nippon123 Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2009
Wow longggg chapter dude! You're dialogue is so believable with Bill being high and all. ;) Ur story is developing into something very very interesting! But at the same time I felt very sad while reading this chapter...:(
23Jester23 Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2009
Thank you!!!!!! :icongivemesmilesplz: It made you sad? Why? :(
Nippon123 Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2009
well...just the fact that everyone is trapped...Bill and Tom are totally being tested on...everyone was happy and friends in the begining and now everyone is...well...I mean it just seems like a very unhappy situation...kinda reminds me of Moonchild...:(
23Jester23 Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2009
Oh, okay :hmm: Sorry ^^;
Nippon123 Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2009
Oh no! I still liked it! No appology necesary! You should watch Moonchild. :D

Lemme guess, no time?
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