The Immortal World's Saviors

A warm sensation ran across my lips leaving behind some sort of liquid like substance in its trail. Pretending to be sleep, I took everything in. It was just me and this perpetrator while the rest were in the kitchen. Their heart was beating normal, just a tad quick. Taking a breath, a strong scent came through my nostrils. I knew that smell, that strong thick/rough guy smell. He had both of his hands on either side of me as he leaded down to me. That sensation was his tongue and lips on mine. I waited for him to do it again, prepared to spring. He traveled his tongue across my lips. Just as he hit the center, my mouth opened. His tongue was caught inbetween my teeth.

"Eh!" he cried out in pain.

Chuckling, I opened my eyes and looked into his panicked brown orbs. My teeth opened and released his tongue.

"Why did you bite my tongue?" he protested out in pain above me.

"Thats what you get for tring to bite mine." I laughed in his face.

"Humph." he said all mad.

"Aw, are you mad?" I teased in a baby voice.

"Yes." he whined really close to me, "You have to make it up to me." he smirked.

"Nah. Don't think I will." I turned my head to the side in protest.

"Please." he whispered as he rubbed his face into my neck, I could feel him breath against me.

"Nope."I said flat.

"Your no fun." he pouted and pressed his lips against my neck, running shivers down my throat.

"That's what you think." I muttered turning my head, his dreads hitting the side of my face.

"Prove it." he said lifting his head right above me with a smile.

"Can't they will hear us." I winked at him playfully.

His eyes went big before they went back to their original state. I leaned up a bit and flicked my tongue up, licking the center of his lips. His face was confused. He looked so cute confused that I laughed.

"That. Wasn't. Funny." he told me seriously.

"I'm sorry." I said a baby tone and leaned in to kiss him.

The kiss didn't last long. I pushed him off the bed and me and got up with a playful smile. The door opened and Georg walked in with a serious look on his face. His eyes darted to me, squinted almost shut and walked to me. Once he got close enough, he threw me over his shoulder gently and walked out with me.

"Let me go! Georg!" I shouted, "HELP!"

He and the others ignored me and he carried me to the kitchen. All of the guys were bent over on the table. All miserable. He let me down quickly and pointed to the refrigerator. "Food!" he said and sat down.

"FOOD!" the others all shouted as they woke from their trace.

"You have got to be kidding me!" I said.

"We are hungry!" DQ whined as he pouted, "Do you know what time it is?"

"No." i said like it didn't matter.

"It is 3 pm!" Georg shouted as Tom walked in with a smirk.

"And you guys couldn't fix something to eat???? Am I the maid? Last time I checked I wasn't." I protested.

"We are starving!" Gustav complained.

"Shut it pinky!" I glared at the rest,"I really hate you guys."

"Please, we are hungry. We don't know how to cook." Fifi reasoned with me.

"Fine." I sighed, "Stupid humans."

"FOOD!" they all cried in joy.

I just shook my head, noticing how out of control it was. Damn, I need to calm this down. I padded it down as much as I could.

"Anyone a scrunchie or hair band?" I asked.

"Here." DQ said throwing me one from his wrist.

I looked at him confused, "Why do you have hair bands?"

"Eh." he shrugged.

I quickly pulled my out of control hair into a tight, high pony tail. Turning on the sink, I washed my hands.

"We stopped by and got some food for today. You were asleep so we just got what we wanted." Elvis told me.

"Okay." I said and opened the newly staked fridge. Turning to face them I asked, "Is this breakfast? Lunch? Dinner?"

"Breakfast!" DQ said jumping up and down.

"Okay. Breakfast it is."

I took out some eggs, ham, butter, and juice. Next I got a frying pan that was there, don't ask me how or where did it come from. It was just there. Turning on the stove, they guys started talking about the tour and what not.

I put the butter on the pan to keep anything from sticking on it. While it got hot, I cracked a dozen eggs into a bowl. I took out the ham and found a cutting board in a cabinet.Placing the ham onthe cutting board I looked for a sharp knife.

"Where are the knives?" I asked them.

"Top left drawr (SP????)next to the stove." Fifi told me.

Opening the drawr (SP????)there were a few knifes. None were sharp like I like them. I took a knife and showed them. I grabbed DQ by the chin and held the knife at his neck.

"These aren't sharp enough." I told them as they stared in horror.

"Kitzia. Put the knife down." Tom told me as he got up.

"Wow. You guys are babys." I said laughing as I took the knife away from the scared boy, "Plus,it wouldn't make the clean cut I would want."

"That was mean." DQ whined like a baby. He was scared shitless, he actually believed I was going to kill him right there.

"Aw. It was just a joke." I reassured him. "You guys need to learn to buy knifes." I hugged him.

"Don't do that again, okay?" he said looking at me.

"Promise." I winked and went back to cooking.

"You talk like you know alot about knives." Fifi said.

"I do." I said cutting the ham up like a professional."I was taught alot about knives.For defensive, offensive, and cooking purposes." I could hear their heats racing.

I threw the square chopped ham into the bowl and stirred with a fork. The pan hissed with heat. I poured the mixture in and stirred.

"Oi. Someone get the table ready." I said stirring with my left hand as I adjusted the flame higher with my right hand.

I heard footsteps, Elvis, DQ and Fifi set up the table.The eggs were ready in no time and so was the table. I grabbed the pan and gave everyone their share. In the end there wasn't any for me, I didn't care, I wasn't hungry anyway.

"You're not eating?" Elvis asked.

"Nope." I said and walked away.

Heading to the showers I took my clothes. After a 15 minute shower I got out, my hair and body wrapped in a towel. I put on my clothes quickly. Some bell bottom jeans. A long loose blue shirt that had something written in German, Simone gave it to me. My Ed Hardys. I let my hair down to air dry and walked out with my dirty close at hand. I threw them in a special bag thing for dirty close. I would wash it when we arrived at our hotel today.

I walked out and saw they guys still in the kitchen eating. No one said anything as I walked in, guess they were still freaked out about the knife thing. In the center of their table was a fruit bowl.I found a peach and took one sitting back on my spot, the countertop.

"You know we got you chair, right?" Gustav questioned me.

"Huh?" I said looking up from biting it. They all pointed to a chair inbetween Tom and Bill. Great. "Thanks."

After a minute of silence and no movement Fifi spoke up, "Are you gonna sit on it?"

"Maybe later." I told him taking another bit, "I like my spot." i scouted my butt around, "Plus, I can keep an eye on all of you."

"Shut up and sit down." Georg told me joking.

"Jeez." I jumped down, walking to my spot, "Would it hurt for a please."

I sat down and finished my peach in silence.

"Can you tell us a bit about you?" Elvis asked.

My head shot up.

"Yeah. We know about them." DQ points at Team T.

"But we don't know much about you." Fifi points out.

"Okay." I put my peach down on a napkin, "What do you want to know?"

"Well, for starters, how did you get where you are today?" Fifi said not backing down, even after his brothers on each side of him elbow his ribs.

"Okay." i took a deep breath. Might as well tell them a bit, seeing as I will be with them for a while. And now that their lives are at stake here too. They all kind of leaned in to hear me out.

"My parent's had been divorced since I was about 12. A year ago, before I was adopted, my father disappeared. " That was true, he did disappear, "Everyone thinks he ran away, but I know better," I looked down, "he was taken away. And probably dead now." tears were coming, I could feel them," Then this summer me, my sibbings, my mother and her boyfriend were on a vacation in New York." I stopped to breath in more, the others waiting patiently for me to continue. I felt and heard their heart beats. Especially Bill and Tom, they didn't know my entire story.

"That was when the tradgedy struck. Someone put explosives in our car and rigged it. Our car crashed and I only had time to save myself and my brothers. It was too late for the others. I blocked the explosion from them with my body, taking in the greater impact. I was then in a coma for a few days, there I could hear everything." i turned to look at Tom and Bill before continuing, "Turns out that none of my family wanted us.My father disappeared. And now our deaths were wanted and planned. Who would want to take us in and risk endangerment of their and their familie's lives." that was true too.

"That was why once Bill and Tom's mom and step-father stepped in, they rushed our paperwork. They didn't want to send us like to a foster home where we would be separated. If we were even wanted. Everyone knows that people only want the babies and toddlers, not us older ones. When I woke up, I met Simone. She told me that she had adopted us. I found out who my new family was and I lost my voice. I guess it was the toll my body took from all of this. Then after a few months, of them helping me and a visit from an old boyfriend I got my voice back. And thats pretty much it." i finished taking a big deep breath in.

"Wow." was all the idiots said.

"You never told us that your father disappeared." Tom spoke quietly, " Nor that none of your family wanted you." he grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

"Would you?" i turned to him and then the others, "How would you feel if all of you family rejected you? That they pinned their deaths on me? My brother? My sister? How would you feel to know that everyone in your entire family turned their back on you when you needed them the most? When you had been there for them. How would you feel?!" I shouted at him mad and ripped my hand away.

I stood up and stormed into the bunkers. I jumped on my bed and plugged my ipod in. Blasting my music, tears came out. I closed my eyes and went through my thoughts. I had never told anyone, not even my siblings. My family turned there back on us. They thought that somehow my father's dissappearence and my mother's 'death' were on us. Even if it were true, they shouldn't have turned their backs on us. Three kids.

Images of my father and my mother zoomed through my head. Happy memories we all spent together. And then the sad ones. The day he left. The way it took a toll on us all. The hell I went through. I changed completely. Like part of me he took away. That was when I started to cut. But Logan helped me through this. He helped me put away the blade for good, though I am not sure about it now. That was when my darker side had awaken. I became cold, colder than sub-zero. But again Logan melted me away. A part of me longed for him. For his words of comfort.

Tears were now starting to fall like a river. I wiped them away and turned on my stomach. Welcome to My Life by Simple Plan rang through my ipod earphones. No one distrubed me, no one walked through to go to the lounge. They were murming and talking really low in the kitchen. They talked about me for a long time and then changed it back to touring.

It has been a few hours and I still lay on my bed feeling like shit. How else to describe it? From what I heard from them, we would be there tonight around 8.That would be in a few minutes. Guess we are here. I got up and got my stuff ready. We would be staying here for the concert tomorrow night, and then going back to L.A. the morning after the concert. Stupid right? Turns out they would be interviewed and what not. More propaganda if you ask me. Then a concert in L.A. I lost myself after that. Too much for my head.

Once I got my bag ready, someone knocked on the door. "Come in." i said flat.

Inside walked in all the guys. All of their hearts were a bit crazy. I could hear them gulping.

"Wha-at?" I told them.

"We are sorry." Gustav spoke first.

"Yeah. If we didn't know, well me, I wouldn't have asked." Fifi spoke next.

"I'm sorry-" Tom said before I cut them all off.

"Its okay. Really. It's okay. I'm fine. Just needed to blow some steam." I told them with a smile and went back to my bag.

Lastly I threw in my ipod charger, phone, phone charger, wallet, book, sketch pad, pencils and pen into my side bag. I heard them go and do their stuff too. Sitting on my bed, I watched them work.

"How about a song?" Fifi asked.

"Who?" DQ asked looking around.

"Not you, idiot. Her." he looked at me.

"No." I said as everyone's eyes were on me, "No way. Nuh, uh." I waved my hands gesturing the no.

"Come on, Love."Georg too got in the pleading.

"I never heard you sing before," Pink said.

"She can sing, she does really well," Tom praised me.

"Sing then." DQ urged with a pout.

"Nope." I laughed and walked out.

But I was pulled back in by Tom. He held me in a head lock as he pulled me into the room. Like last time, I poked his sides and he released. I spun around him and poked his leg's pressure points and sent him down. I sat on him with his hands behind his back. Deja vu much?

"You still haven't learned have you?" I laughed at him with others.

"Urgh! Let me go! Guys!" he shouted struggling.

The guys pulled me off and all held me down while Bill helped his brother up. I was too busy fumming at my pain to realize the bus had stopped.

"WE'RE HERE!" the driver shouted.

The guys let me go. We all grabbed out stuff and got off. I jumped off with DQ, making me wince from the pain. We 'skipped' together all the way to the entrance. But to my luck, there a ton of stairs.

"DAMN STAIRS!" I shouted causing a scene as I stopped.

"Can't get up?" DQ said looking at me.

"Not last time. Let me try." I said and took a step foreward. I barely made it a step that pain shot up and down my back,"Shit, I didn't take my pills. CRAP!"

Then the others arrived. Tom saw my predicament and handed Georg his bag. He lifted me up and carried me up the stairs getting weird looks, "Having you ever seen someone hurt so bad that they-" I didn't finish because Tom covered my mouth with his hand.

"Shut up." he said walking inside and set me down.

"Jeez. Make me-" I started before he shut me up again, so I did what I would to anyone else, I flicked him off infront off everyone.

"KITZIA! Put that finger away!" DQ scolded me.

"OOO! You're showing the finger." Gustav and Georg sang.

So I showed the G's the finger before DQ took my hand and pulled my finger down hard.

"And I went through the effort to carry you up the stairs." Tom scolded me and took his hand away.

"It was your idea." I told him ," You didn't have to. I could have had a cute bell boy do it for me. I am sure we would enjoy it," I shrugged.

Before Tom could say anything back, Georg slapped his hand over our mouths and made us walk to the front desk. I heard the others sigh and walk behind us.

"We are going to have to wash your mouth out with soap, young lady." Mother DQ told me.

I just rolled my eyes at him.

"That's enough, children." Elvis sighed.

"Speak for yourself, old man." I said crossing my arms.

"Old man???" they all said.

"I am not old!" Elvis protested.

"Elvis," I patted his back for comfort, "Its alright. Aging is a normal part of the human cycle. Don't be afraid to show people your age. I am sure people your age would kill to look like you. If you need more help, I am sure Dr. Phil and Opera could help you out." I said and started to crack up and so did the others.

"God, help me." he said running a hand down his face.

"Honey. Ain't happen-in." i told him laughing even more.

"SHUSH!" Bill told us as he tried to talk to the lady, "I am busy right now. Shut up for a minute." he turned back to the lady.

We all held in our laughter for a bit as he tried to work out the details with the lady. Both irritated with each other.

"Excuse me." I said pushing through and butt bumping Bill to the side, "Mam, is there a problem?"

The girl turned to look at me with a smile, "Yes, I can't seem to figure this out."

"Do you have our reservations?" I told her with a smile and wink.

"I am checking that. What party are you?" she clicked her heels and typed away.

"Jonas brothers and Tokio Hotel duo." I told her,"Oh, don't forget me." I joked.

"I won't mam." she chuckled, "Okay, Jonas Brother and Tokio Hotel duo and extra room." she clicked the keys again, "Alright. Here are your keys to your rooms. Have a great time. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call." she told me winking.

I grabbed the keys and winked back. Turning around I saw the guys with eyes and mouth open. I smirked and twirled the slot keys inbetween my fingers.

"Ready guys?" I told them walking to the elevator with them a bit behind.I pushed the button and gave them their keys, turns out we are on different floors. They are on the top floor and me on the 3rd.

Once we got in Tom was the first to speak ,"How did you do that??"

"Hey," I smirked, "Would you be able to resist this?" I twirled around.

"How did you know she was, you know?" Fifi asked.

"Hey, takes one to know one." I said getting off on my floor.

I laughed my way to my room.

"That will keep them thinking for a while," I laughed.

My room was close to the elevator, so I didn't have to walk very much. The halls were wallpaper with a weird design and the floor was the normal ugly carpet syle and blue color that you find in many hotels. My door was a bright blue, that is scary.

I slipped my card in walked inside. It was a nice room. It had a closet at my right, large bathroom, big king bed, tv and view. Everything was dark, I felt comfortable. I set my stuff in the closet and laid on my bed closing my eyes.

A loud electric guitar sound hit my ears making me jump up. My phone, Tom was calling. I had him record a guitar cord for his ring tone.

"What?" I bearly spoke into the phone.

"Meet in the lobby in 5. We are going out." he told me.

"Alright. Let me change and I'll be there. Bye." I said and hung up.

I walked over to my closet and got my bag out. Looking through it I thought, I am in Seattle, Washington, it is the middle of November, it is going to be cold! I found a black long sleeve sweater with a skull in the center, those that stop a little bit below your shoulders. I kept my jeans and shoes but put on a jacket. A warm puller over white sweat jacket.

I empty my side bag and put in my cell, ipod, pills, key and wallet. I take my pills and exit my room. Take the elevator and go the lobby. There they wait in disguise. Just to piss them off, I walk ahead like I don't know who they are. I make it out the main doors when I hear them run after me and hold me back.

"Its us!" They whisper really low.

"If you don't get your hands off me, I am going to scream." I threaten them.

They all let me go and Tom take off his sunglasses to reveal its him.

"Oh, hey Tom." I say like I was friend and saw him on the street.

"Right, like you didn't already know." he said and put them back on.

I raised an eyebrow and said, "Yeah you don't look suspicious. Wearing sunglasses, at night where there is no sun. In a city that barely has sunny days?"

"Shut up!" they all shout at the same time.

"Jeez. Its the pills." I tell them walking out, "Could be a little nice to the person who knows your identities."

Walking outside with them behind me, I trired walk down the stairs. Tom arguing with me whole time that he could carry me. He didn't want me to mess my back up again.

"You are just scared that Daniel will kick your ass." was my responce to all his arguing.

"You know what happened last time." he urged.

"Its fine. I took all my pills. I can do this." i said.

"Tom just leave her alone!" Bill shouted from irritation.

I made it halfway when Tom just sweeped me up and carried me down. The whole way I was protesting.

"I hate you." I whispered.

"I love you." he whispered back.

"Eh, not the first time someone told me that." I muttered getting back on my feet.

"Hows your back?" Elvis asked.

"Eh." I shrugged, "I remembered to take my pills right now. So I am pretty numb-ish."

"Lets go!" DQ shouted in glee and we all started down the center of the Seattle.

"Lolo," I laughed.

"ENGLISH!" they all shouted.

"Its HAWAIIAN!" I shouted back.

"Oh." they all responeded.

"So," I said casually, "Where we going?"

"A place." Bill said.

"And this place is?" I tried to get him to talk to me.

"A place." he replied boredly.

I got his message and shut up.I was hanging around the back with Fifi. DQ and Elvis led us. Then came the G's. Then the twins. I guess everyone noticed this and stayed quiet.

"You ever been here?" Fifi asked to lighten up my mood.

I shook my head.

"Why are you so quiet now?" He looked at me.

I shrugged and kept on walking. I could hear the twins muttering low in German.

His face turned hard, "Is it because of your brother, Bill?"

I just kept on going.

"Did he do anything to you? Is that why you are hurt?" he said a little too loud.

Bill and me froze for a second and then continued. I saw him turn around to me and so did Tom.

"No. It was from the accident." I lied to his face, " Sharp glass exploded and cut me."

"Are you lying? They looked more like claw marks." then he looked straight ahead," I know he has long nails." he turned back to me, "Did he do-"

"No! Now shut up and mind your own business!" I said a little too harsh.

I saw his face fall and harden a bit, regretting my out burst that I know everyone heard.

"Look," I said with a sigh, "I am sorry that I shouted. I didn't mean too. Still a bit fume-y and the pills are making me feel a bit short tempered." I lied, once again.

"Its okay. I shouldn't have put wrong things together. I'm sorry," he said now smiling.

"Yeah, you better be," I reached over and messed up his hair, "or I would have to kick your butt!"

"Hey!" he protested fixing his hair, "Don't touch the hair. And no way you could kick my butt."

"Did you see how fast I sent Tom down? Have you not heard the stories about the mall? Have you not seen my," I changed my voice deeply, "muscles?"

He laughed, "Yeah, but I think I can whip your butt."

I stopped and so did he, "Is that a challenge?"

He smiled and sniffed, "Smells like it. And you smell like a loser."

"No, thats just you. Anything, anytime, anywhere." I told him waving him over in challenge mode.

"Alright. Tomorrow. A singing contest." he started.

"WAIT! You said-" i cut him off in protest.

"Ah." he raised his hand to stop me, "You said anything. And that's what I want," he grinned really big, "or are you too scared?" he mocked me.

"Whatever. I can kick your butt, show boy."

"Alright. We each have to sing a song. Any song. Loser does what winner wants." he said sticking his hand out.

I took it and squeezed so hard on it that he winced," Deal."

"Deal. We sing tomorrow on stage, before sound check. Everyone gets to witness."

"Deal." I turned away and saw them really ahead, "Get ready, my slave."

"Nope," he laughed, "You will be mine. And you get to do whatever I want."

"Ey!" I cut him short, "Remember," I pointed to his ring, "Purity Ring."

His face got red, "I know that! Jeez, not all of us are perverts."

"Right." I said with sarcasm.

"Crap,they are far," he said now realizing how behind we got.

"Race?" I asked.

Once he nodded, I took off. He too took off a second after me. I was way ahead of him and I could hear his heart beating out of control and panting. Turns out that they were waiting for us outside the place.

"Where did you go??" Tom asked really worried once I stopped right infront, Fifi right behind me.

"Got lost in a bet." I told him.

"What bet?" he squinted at Fifi.

"She has to sing with me on stage tomorrow before sound check. Loser does what winner wants." Fifi said inbetween pants.

"Be prepared to lose," DQ said in announcer voice, "Jonas men are all natural expertees when it comes to singing."

I looked at him like he was crazy, "You do know what my family is known for, right?"

"No." they all said.

"We. Never. Lose." I said right in DQ's face.

"My sister" Tom said placing a hand on my shoulder, "is gonna kick your little brother's butt!"

"No way! My little brother is gonna kick your little sister's butt!" DQ said doing the same to Fifi.

"No he isn't!"

"Yes he is!"

This went on all throughout the dinner. When we went back, Tom made me go to his room to practice my singing. Guess it got to him, the whole who has the best singing sibling. We made it to their room. Turns out it was a suite.