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

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The emcee woke up feeling completely and utterly cold, numbness reigning in his empty body. Mike turned wearily and moved his arm so he could touch his leg, bent in such a way, little beads of sweat covering his unnaturally pale skin. He squeezed his right leg to see if he could feel anything and hissed with pain, realizing he was stronger than ever before, his grip almost bone crushing. Scared, his heart thumping furiously in his chest, nagging thoughts like a beast clawing at his brain from the inside.

'I've turned into a Monster.'

He gasped in complete horror now, his breathing heavy and shallow in an empty room creating an eerie echo in his ears. Mike quickly touched his face almost frantically, looking for any changes in his appearance but found his features were still there, intact. He sighed with relief and tried to get up, his body aching all over, impossible thirst making him feel dizzy.

'Oh God.'

The emcee groaned out with pain, trying to balance himself once standing, holding onto the wall so he wouldn't fall flat on his feet again. The bloody kiss was still fresh in his mind, making him nauseous again.

'Why me?'

A hopeless cry left his drying lips as he was moving forward, his burning tongue swelling inside. His head was hung heavily, eyes half-closed as if the break of day was blinding him.

Suddenly, a wonderful smell hit his nostrils, filling Mike up with joyous delight. Mike raised his hands and the smell became more and more distinctive. He looked at his bruised knuckles, blood oozing from the wounds. He remembered he scratched the skin while looking for a way out, like a blind man. Mike had drawn his hands closer to his face, the smell became unbearable on his senses. Before Mike could understand what he was doing, he took a lick of the bloody skin, thrill of the ecstasy running through his whole body, from head to toes. The whole room just spun out of control as his eyes rolled back.

The emcee didn't know how long he stayed like this but when he came back from the dead, Mike was strangely himself again. He looked around the room and smirked.

'Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger', He said in a low undertone. He straightened the crumpled leather jacket and raked his hand through his coifed, styled hair. His soulless, dark eyes could see so much more, his heightened senses guided him, his increased strength made him feel completely invincible. Mike knew there was so much more to his new condition of body and mind and he was sure it would be hell of a ride to discover who he really was. Who he became.

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Mike returned to his hotel room early in the morning, unseen and unheard. He thought he would react negatively to daylight but to his surprise, it wasn't that big of a nuisance. The emcee made another mental note not to follow some archaic, stereotypical approach to Vampires.

Vampires.

Mike had twisted his face at the very thought. How come he grew comfortable with being one so fast? He was a fucking monster, for fuck's sake! A blood-thirsty, soulless creature who had to feed on innocent mortals to keep his empty shell of a body 'alive.' Mike allowed himself a hollow laugh at what he had just thought.

Vampires can't see their reflection in the mirror.

Another fleeting thought came across the half Asian musician's weary and feeble mind.

Bullshit.

Mike cracked a smile, his strangely alluring self looking back at him. Mike noticed his face features sharpened. He was himself and yet, he wasn't. Mike had touched his face again. It wasn't as cold as before.

"Let's see if this Vamp can take a piss?" The emcee murmured to himself and unzipped his pants. "Yes!" He almost growled when the deed was done as usual. No blood dripping out of his oriface, no painful cramps of losing life power through leaking anything outside. Mike chuckled to himself.

'Oh God! it's more fun I'd thought it'd be.'

He pulled himself out of the bathroom and sat down on the large bed. He felt rested and full of energy again. He glanced at his knuckles. They were miraculously healed, with no blood marks over them.

Suddenly, Mike had heard footsteps coming closer in the corridor. He knew who it was before he heard a knock on his door. He opened it with his infamous Shinoda grin plastered along his face, his white teeth almost blinding.

"I know you were worried, love. It's ok, though," Mike said, taking the other man in a tight embrace and stroking the dark, spiked hair with his cool fingers. "I just disappeared for a little while but I'm back better than ever."

Chester looked up, worry still imprinted in his young features.

"I was looking for you everywhere but you weren't there! I had this weird feeling something really bad happened to you last night?"

Mike just smiled down at his best friend and caressed his cheek with his thumb. Chester tried to look into his eyes but couldn't get across.

"Something happened, though?" The Vocalist suddenly gasped out, his face turning pale.

Mike pursed his lips in a mocked smile but he mocked himself, and mocked his mind because it could move into a smile of anything. He reached for the knob behind Chester's back and closed the door.

"I just lost my soul, Chester. I died. I died and was born once more again."

And then he drew closer to his Vocalist, taking his smell in. His smell was calming on his senses, yet turning him on. His dark eyes glazing over now, licking his lips.

"You smell so fucking good, Chester..." He murmured as he embraced the smaller man, the warmness of his body thawing the cold away. "I can almost taste your warm skin between my cold lips,"

"Mikey?"

Mike cast his dark eyes in his direction, curious all of a sudden.

"I can't feel you."

Mike cupped the dark haired man's cheek and caressed it with affection. As he then pressed his lips up against the other man's mouth, his soft lips caressing Chester's warm skin. He felt Chester's body stiffened at the sensual touch of their lips meeting.

"You're so cold, Mikey?"

Mike closed his eyes, a pang of sorrow and anger rising in his chest. The emcee finally understood the price. Mike drew away but felt unable to cry. He looked into those hauntingly, dark eyes, being fully aware of the genuine love and affection and his own inability to love him back he deserved.

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