Kiss from the dead **Bennoda**Vampirefic**

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Ok, I know another story but this one is another 'write As I go' I know there's many Vampire stories on here which is why I really want to try my own take of it! It will eventually become Bennoda as I do have a plan for that. So let me know what you think?

Also a little surprise for you all at the end at who turns Mike...;3 

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He remembered the bite. You just can't unkiss the memory of your first time. Did it hurt? Yes of course it fucking did. Did he expect that? No of course not. Actually, he would laugh in your face if you even hinted there was something like this.

They were fooling around as usual. The men ass drunk, messing around with beautiful girls who couldn't say no to the kinkiest of wishes. Best life ever. Glass after glass of cheap booze and different kinds of high. To Mike the highest high was and always had been Music. Dancing slowly with an unbelievably sexy and yet shy girl, he was placing tender kisses on her soft lips, gradually deepening the kiss so it would match the hypnotic tunes filtering from the loudspeakers in the stuffy room. The girl was rather drunk but her flora perfume was driving him crazy.

Her lush, dark hair tickling his hot skin while he was embracing her, his hands firmly on her back while he was rocking his hips against her. He saw Chester out of the corner of his eye. He didn't waste his time, either. A beautiful brunette was melting in his arms, soft moans escaping her slightly parted lips as he was running his hands along the length of her back, absorbing her kisses with his own. Rob was sitting in the dark corner, his face hidden behind thick blonde hair of some girl who was eating sweet bullshit straight from his lips. She was sitting in his lap, straddling him, so it was basically lovemaking with their clothes on.

Both Joe and Phoenix were seen chatting animatedly to s couple of scantily-clad waitresses, their faces lighting up with smiles as their laughter filled the small night club.

Brad was nowhere to be seen but Mike didn't think much of it. The guy liked to sneak out to have a quick one and return the next day so nobody really cared nor asked any questions about his uncanny disappearances. He was the one who had that rock persona that came so naturally to him like he was already born with it. Large, soulful eyes, piercing gaze and wisdom beyond years. He was a mysterious type. He oozed self-confidence and some kind of arrogance and cockiness that made you intimidated and drawn into the man at the same time.

Mike had drew apart from his beautiful companion and headed towards the table where all sorts of bottles were scattered on, some of them already empty. He extended his hand to grab a bottle of some wine to take a few big gulps and return to his companion when he felt a tight grip on him, somebody holding him firmly from behind. Initially he got startled but his voice stuck in his throat, making him unable to make a sound.

"Shhh," A hushed voice silenced him, falling like a calming mantra on Mike's ears. He felt his head was shifted to one side and gasped when he felt the other man's hand caressing his exposed neck.

"Ahh," A strained whisper left his mouth when he felt a pair of hungry lips run along his skin and then hissed in pain when sharp teeth sank slowly but surely into that soft spot on his neck where his blood was flowing fiercely in his veins.

Strong arms were holding him close as his body was weakening, knees giving up so he was slowly slumping over to the floor. Finally, Mike hung his head, he stayed there almost lifeless in the death embrace. He barely registered a soft voice in his ear asking him to make a choice and just nodded. The emcee felt he was hanging between the living and the dead and the pain became unbearable. He was dying and yet, Mike couldn't die. His body was burning like fire and his soul was tightening in his chest, then bursting within its confines. A sudden coldness filled up his body, shivers running through him, making his insides crawl.

"Just kill me already," He groaned with pain, dry tears burning his bloodshot eyes.

"Your wish is my command," A husky whisper hit his ears and then a thousand needles pricked his neck, life force leaving him, Mike's whole body was on fire now. He convulsed, an uncried scream trapped in his throat as he fell dead. He absent-mindedly touched his aching neck and before he closed his eyes, he could see his own blood on his fingertips now. He turned his head in the last desperate attempt to see who was the one who took his life away.

"Brad," He gasped, his sight fading, the contours of the room blurring.

"At your service," A proud smirk on the bloody mouth of his attacker, dark pupils glowing in the dimmed light. As Mike's vision faded beneath his very body.

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Yes! Brad is in fact a Vampire! So should I continue this? Let me know your thoughts...thank you all!