On top of all the weird behavior Mick had been displaying, he wasn't eating either. Well not the vegetables anyways which were beautifully pre-prepared. But he was delicately cutting the rare steak.

Mick's knife dropped to the floor.

"Little Mick, pick it up!"

The guitarist was slightly taken aback by Mick's tone, but still found himself obeying anyway. Maybe because he didn't want to get fired as well. However, by the time he looked under, the soft clink of the knife tipped him off that someone else did it.

"Thank you...Johnson?" Mick read out, giving a nasty glare at Little Mick.

The man gave a small nod, he was a slight red-haired man, his hair trimmed well. His skin was also pale but Little Mick could let that pass since he probably lived here.

Keith, meanwhile, swore that Johnson looked familiar, it was those eyes. He had a hard time putting his finger on it, but they did stare off with that same distant look.

Bill on the other hand, nudged Keith. Snapping the confused man out of his thoughts.

"Keith, I swear that bellhop has a crush on me."

"You think that about every woman though!" Keith said, his glass of white wine barely touched in comparison to Mick's empty second glass.

"I mean, she genuinely has a crush on me, she blushed!"

Keith just gave him a blank stare. Sure, he'd give him that, but seriously, no wonder Bill had already gotten a divorce by now.

"Here's the funny thing, I'm not into her."

That was enough to capture Keith's attention. "Y-You what?"

"One, she's too old, and two, I told Charlie that I won't add any more women to my list this week as long as he is faithful."

"The hell kind of bet is that?! You already know Charlie isn't going to stray!"

"That's the point" Charlie said, looking a tad smug.

Bill just looked completely flustered. Watching Mick, Keith also noticed the sharpened teeth. Little Mick told him it was just a prank, but he doubted that. They looked a bit too... real. Same with how Mick wore the shades everywhere. "Look, Mick, if you're a vampire now I get it, but if this is the drugs talking then I'm taking you to the hospital tomorrow if this doesn't clear up."

"It's just the drugs, I'll be okay tomorrow."

"Really? Because last I checked, drugs don't make your teeth sharper either."

"I left the fangs on, I was going to pull a joke, see I'll even show it with Bill. Bill, over here!"

Johnson watched as Bill walked over to Mick, the singer smiled cockily as he stood up. Keith could see the worry plain on his face, as if he wanted to step in and say something but propriety or orders or something were keeping him from doing so.

Charlie stood up, trying to hold back Bill, Bill on the other hand gave an 'everything is going to be okay' look as he jokingly headed to Mick.

Of course, right when he was standing in front of the singer, Mick rapidly grabbed him and sunk his teeth into his neck.

When Bill let out a genuine cry of pain, everyone panicked. Little Mick pried the dazed bassist off of Mick while Johnson held Mick back from going for round two.

"You call that a joke?! Fuck, how sharp are those things?!"

Mick, meanwhile, was struggling against Johnson's grip, his sunglasses sliding slightly down the bridge of his nose as he did so.

The eyes were black as night.

Taylor froze for a few moments, before the butler said, "Look, I'll deal with him, just get you and your friends to safety, okay?!"

It was a voice both Micks recognized. But the fact of life and death being on the line was more than enough to make Little Mick bolt out the door, struggling to hold up a barely-conscious Bill.

Mick slipped the shades back on, then whirled around to face Brian. "What. The. Fuck?!"

He was seeing things. There was no way that Brian Jones himself was standing before him. This was just him seeing Brian everywhere since he thought about the bastard once.

Brian, through shaky breaths, said, "Mick...I'm so sorry."

"Oh sure, now you're sorry?! When we're both dead?!"

"I'm not dead-!"

"And you are just a hoax!"

"Mick, I need you to listen to me... It's just the bloodlust talking... And I know of a way to fix this but I'm going to need you to work with me, and then you can go back to hating me for the rest of your life."

"Lord, when did you ever care about me! Go away you bastard!"

Just to emphasize the point, Mick threw a platter at Brian, forcing him to flee. As soon as he shut the door behind him, he slid down to the floor, looking completely defeated.

Keith was completely appalled, this was behavior that he had never seen from Mick, and more something he'd expected from Brian in his worst moments. What was worse was that Bill was still barely conscious, getting paler by the minute. Welsh heaved the poor man into her arms, blushing a lot.

Little Mick and Keith quickly ran after the sobbing butler, opening the door. Keith sat besides the butler.

Little Mick turned towards the butler and asked, "Any idea how this happened to him?"

"It's just a silly joke, you know how far rock and rollers can go."

"Brian, please! I just want my friends back!" Keith yelled.

"I don't know who you are."

Keith knew Brian was lying. He could see it in the sod's eyes. But at the same time, there wasn't maliciousness. There was pure fear.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop him," he finally said, breaking down again.

"What, were you compelled not to or something?"

A nod. "Normally vampires can't be compelled by other vampires. That's another matter entirely when you're dealing with Dracula himself."