Blood Fury - Part 2
I had no idea what time it was when I awoke. I was grateful it was my day off from work, but I knew Sherlock would be forcing me to do something. I opened my eyes and stared up at the wall. How strange Sherlock had acted the previous night. Then again, he was strange all round. I sat upright on the edge of my bed and yawned and stretched. I looked up at the clock. 9 am. Not too bad.
Sherlock was lying on the sofa when I wandered into the lounge room. Well, not exactly lying. He was upside down with his feet resting on the wall. His eyes were closed and his arms were crossed.
"Morning," I said.
"Morning John," Sherlock replied.
"Oh good you are alive," I smiled.
"Of course I am John. Don't be foolish," Sherlock replied. I shook my head and ran my head through my hair. I walked into the kitchen. Sherlock mess was everywhere. I glanced around the place, hoping to find something decent to eat.
"Anything in the house?" I asked.
"I went out shopping earlier," Sherlock answered.
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I have grown a certain hatred for night time television. It was dull, boring, predictable. I had no idea what I was watching. Some new cooking show. It was elimination night. I had already figured out who was going too eliminated. Simple.
I was curled up on the sofa chair. I rested my head on my knees. John was behind me at the desk, typing his blog. I had distaste for his blog, but it had given me some new clients, which meant more interesting cases. I turned my head to the left ever so slightly, just enough to see him in my peripheral vision. I saw him smile. His dimples appeared. I couldn't see what he was so amused about. Something foolish, no doubt. I turned my head back to the telly.
"What are you writing about now John?" I asked. I was bored. I had nothing better to say. Might as well amuse one's self in pointless trivia.
"The blog," John answered.
"Yes I figured as much. But what about?" I asked.
"Oh, um, just talking to some mates," John replied. I made a 'hmm'
Blood Fury - Part 3Blood Fury - Part 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was grateful to get out of the cab. Being so close to John. It was unbearable. Every time we got in a cab together. Every goddam time. I didn't know what I wanted more. Him or his blood. I prayed for the former. Prayed like hell.
I knew exactly where we were. It was the park. My usual hunting ground. It looked even worse in the daytime. I pretended like I had never been there before. It was easy, just look at everything. John was looking around too. Lestrade had joined us where the cab stopped. His car was parked on the curve of the street. The street where I met Isla. Police were scattered along the street, talking to each other or anyone who could assist them. We walked past them all. We went to the place where I had met Isla.
"This is where she was last seen in public," Lestrade said. I scanned the place. It looked the same as the previous night. Just a little dirtier.
"Where was the body found?" I asked.
"Follow me," Lestrade answered. He walked off into the forest,
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It felt like forever before Sherlock returned from the tree. Seeing the dead woman reminded me of the war. The gruesome injuries and deaths. But none of them compare to her. Whoever killed her was sick and insane. I hoped they could catch him. Soon.
I looked up when I heard footsteps. Sherlock was walking towards me. Lestrade had veered off to talk to some other policemen. I recognized Donovan and Anderson. They scoffed when Sherlock appeared. He sat next to me on a park bench. We were away from the Isla woman. Police cars surrounded us. I held my half-empty mug of tea tightly in my hands. It had gone cold.
"You okay?" Sherlock asked.
"Yes, fine now," I answered.
"Gruesome," Sherlock said.
"Yes, yes. It is, yes," I replied, "You seemed okay."
"It did affect me somewhat, but I've seen worse," Sherlock said.
"Worse than that? I don't think I want to know," I replied.
"You don't," Sherlock said. I looked at him. He was looking at something off in the distance in front of him. H
Blood Fury - Part 7Blood Fury - Part 73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The date. The date went exceptionally well. Being with John reminded me of the old days, before I was changed. Before when I felt emotions. After all the years of coldness the emotions just go away. John brought them back. Happy, gleeful, joyful emotions. I had smiled through the whole date. Even though we had been living together for quite some time we were able to talk for hours on end. We were walking him. John was holding my arm. I enjoyed it. His warmth on that cold night. My coldness. I really enjoyed it. We arrived at the flat. John unlocked the door. Before he could open it I grabbed his hand.
"John, I just wish to say you made me feel like I hadn't felt in years. I thank you for that," I said.
"Yeah, I had a great time too," John smiled. I couldn't help it, I smiled back. Our eyes locked. Ice piercing through darkness. Beautiful, soft, warm darkness. Without realising it my hand was on his cheek.
"John " I said. I leaned in and kissed him. He kissed back. The
Blood Fury - Part 5Blood Fury - Part 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
John was at work. I was at the flat. I stared into the mirror, and my reflection stared back. Ever since I had changed I never recognised that man in the mirror. A familiar stranger, so to speak. He didn't look human. But people are so naive; they refuse to see what's right in front of them. We have tried to show them the truth, but they just won't believe it. Because we're not in the 'natural order', because we're not meant to exist, they discriminate us. That was the past. I could only imagine what would happen if we revealed ourselves in these days, with the media and all.
It had been a day since Isla's death. The killer was smart. He knew to get rid of as much evidence as possible. And it was a vampire; they're never easy to catch. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I had no idea what I was going to do. All I knew that if it was a vampire, it needed to be destroyed immediately. My kind shouldn't exist. We're bloodthirsty killers. I barely make it on a daily basis
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Work wasn't as dull as it usually was. I helped patients and a lot quicker. I had a smile on my face the whole day. It seemed to make the patients happier too. It was my lunch break. I had bought a jam sandwich and coffee and was sitting in the tea room. Sarah sat next to me.
"What's gotten you so happy?" she asked.
"Huh? Aren't I always happy?" I replied.
"Yes but not this happy. Something really good must have happened," Sarah said and took a bite of her sandwich. Only the greatest night of my life with the greatest man ever, I thought.
"Oh, I don't know. I sort of found someone," I grinned.
"Really now?" Missy asked. She was a dark girl with crazy black hair. She was a new receptionist and the clinic. Her boyfriend Jack, another dark man who was a doctor, stood next to her. They sat down on the lounges across from Sarah and me.
"What's her name?" Jack asked. I had to smile.
"He," I answered.
"Ooh. Who is it?" Missy asked.
"Sarah, you remember Sherlock right?" I turned to Sa
Blood Fury - Part 11Blood Fury - Part 113 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I adored the night. It's my element. My kind isn't called creatures of the night for nothing. I stood on the rooftop of the building, feeling the cool breeze brush against my face, making my hair dance. I felt the power of the full moon grace my skin. It was beautiful. I heard the distant howl of a wolf. Lestrade¸ I thought. Only sharp ears could hear his howl. It was strong and powerful, the howl of a lycan. He was a direct descendant of the breed known as lycans. It was obvious he was different to other werewolves. For one, the moonlight shines off his fur, and you keep see faint patterns in his fur. Werewolves don't have that. His howl is also a lot stronger and he is bigger. I sensed a presence next to me. Another vampire.
"Hello Mycroft," I said without turning to him.
"Hello brother dear," Mycroft replied.
"Anything exciting in your world?" I asked.
"Nothing that concerns you," Mycroft answered.
"So a lot of things," I smirked.
"What about? Surely there must be
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Sherlock had been acting stranger than usual. He seemed to be watching me more. A lot more. Even Lestrade was keeping a keen eye on me. I had no idea what had gotten into them. Sherlock seemed to be always at my side. I didn't mind. I enjoyed it. Having Sherlock around a lot, quite liked it. And my ever growing desire for him grew with every second with him. When he wasn't there it was just longing for him. I needed to deal with it. Head on. I devised a plan. And I had no idea if it would work.
Two days went by. I didn't put the plan to work. I was too afraid. I probably watched Sherlock just as much as he watched me. I couldn't look him in the eye though. I wanted to. To see if I could feel that feeling again. But I didn't. The soldier had lost his nerves. Imagine that. But on the third day, I was going to do it. No matter what.
We were sitting in the flat. Sherlock was lying on the couch with his eyes closed and thinking. The case was really bugging him. I was surprised he h
Blood Fury - Part 10Blood Fury - Part 103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I didn't want to wake up. I was so comfortable in my bed. I felt the sun's rays seep through the curtains and onto my skin. My alarm went off. I groaned and hit it. Work. Shit, I thought. I yawned and stretched. I sat upright on the edge of my bed. I ran my hand over my face and opened my eyes. I was surprised to see Sherlock standing at my doorway.
"Hey," I smiled.
"Hello. Get up. We have work to do," Sherlock replied, "Don't worry; I already called your work. They understand why you're not coming in. Now get up and get dressed. We have a crime scene to investigate."
He chucked some clothes to me. I held the jumper in my hands. It had horizontal black and white stripes on it.
"Interesting choice," I said.
"Personal favourite of mine," Sherlock winked. My heart fluttered. I loved it when he winked at me.
We arrived at the crime scene quicker than expected. I hugged my coat around me. Even though the sun was out it was still cold as hell. Sherlock wrapped and arm around me. It
Blood Fury - Part 9Blood Fury - Part 93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I stared at my phone. John didn't text me back. I didn't expect him too. But I wanted him to. I enjoyed texting him. Talking to him. Being with him. I had fallen for the army doctor hard. I wasn't sure if it was a good thing. It's dangerous for humans and vampires to be together. It's devastating for both sides. We have an order, all monsters do. Rules we must obey. If we break them we would be punished. Death was the most popular punishment.
"He's not going to text back."
I looked up at Lestrade. He was standing in front of me. He had noticed I was staring at my phone.
"I know," I put my phone in my pocket.
"Don't worry. He likes you. A lot," Lestrade said. Those words rang in my mind. Mrs Hudson's words too.
"Did you pick up the scent?" I asked. Lestrade sniffed the air, his large nose twitching.
"It's faint, and defiantly vampire," he said. I sniffed the air. I could just smell it. "It seems to disappear though."
"The rain washed it away," I stated. Lestrade's ears perk
Blood Fury - Part 14Blood Fury - Part 143 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sherlock didn't sleep peacefully. At least he was sleeping. I watched him. He would talk in his sleep, uttering things like 'no' and 'stay back'. Well, more like yelling them. Sometimes he'd get violent and throw his sheets and pillows everywhere. He's punched me in the face at least twice. I hated seeing him that way. And the worse bit? He didn't wake up. He slept for a day. A whole day of nightmares. It was horrible. I didn't go into work that day. I couldn't leave him.
I awoke early in the morning. I had slept in Sherlock's bed. I smiled. I rolled onto my side to look at him. I ran my hand through his thick hair. It was so soft, so beautiful. His face was peaceful. I enjoyed it. He had some peace from the nightmares. He stirred.
"John " he muttered.
"I'm here," I said. He opened his eyes and smiled. He touched my face. His fingers were so cold, but I didn't care. In that perfect moment between us, I knew you what I had to say.
"I love you Sherlock Holmes," I said. Sh
Blood Fury - Part 13Blood Fury - Part 133 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I wandered through the streets of London, cursing under my breath. I had almost killed the man I loved. I do this. When I'm on a case I don't feed. Usually the case distracts me, but since I had nothing to go on my bloodlust had overcome me. I bit my lip. I walked along the streets, my hands digging into my pockets. People walked or pushed past me. I could hear their heartbeats. Smell their blood. It was so tempting. I clenched my jaw. I needed to feed. I needed to. I turned into a back alley. It was moist and chilly and dimly lit, but no problem for my sharp eyes. No one was in the alleyways. I could feed on someone and not be disturbed. I was deep in the alleyways. I stood alone. I heard the cries of a cat. Animals. If my kind could feed on animals, I would do it. But they don't give us the nourishment human blood does. And they taste horrible.
I turned around. Anderson. He looked angry and a little surprised of my presence. He had his arms crossed.
Blood Fury - Part 12Blood Fury - Part 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sherlock arrived home late. I glanced at my watch. It was almost midnight. I had been up watching a movie on the telly. I smiled when Sherlock walked into the room.
"Hey, you're home late," I said, "What have you been doing?"
"Talking to Mycroft. Seeing if he has any leads, which he does not," Sherlock replied, "And also trying to make sense of this madness."
"Hmm. You don't look well. Get some sleep," I said. Sherlock shook his head. I frowned. "Sherlock, you need sleep."
"I'm fine John. I know my limits," Sherlock said. I stood up and walked over to him.
"Sherlock, get some sleep. Doctor's orders," I replied. I grabbed his hands and urged him to follow. He was reluctant.
"John. Leave me be. I am fine," Sherlock frowned.
"No you're not. You need your rest to help you with the case," I insisted.
"No John. Let me go!" Sherlock pulled his hands free from mine. I grabbed his elbow before he could get away.
"Sherlock! Listen to me! You are going to go up there and sleep!" I yelled
Blood Fury - Part 17Blood Fury - Part 173 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
John was awake when I arrived at the flat. He was making tea and scrambled egg on toast. It smelt delicious. He smiled when I walked into the kitchen.
"You want any?" he asked.
"Just tea thanks," I answered. He poured us some tea and placed his scrambled egg on a plate. He grabbed a fork. We sat down on the chairs in the lounge room and he dug into his breakfast.
"So, ah. I woke up and you weren't there," he said between bites.
"Lestrade needed me," I replied.
"Okay then," John said.
"You're up early," I said.
"I'm allowed to be," John replied, "So what did Lestrade want?"
"He has a way to find the killer," I answered.
"Alright. So what is it?" John asked.
"Something in the forest," I replied. I sighed. "John dear, we need you to get it."
"What is it?" John asked.
"This is going to sound peculiar but it's a gem," I answered.
"Okay, I'll do it," John replied.
"You will?" I asked.
"Yeah. I can tell this is important to you, catching this killer, so I'll get it. Don't kn
Blood Fury - Part 19Blood Fury - Part 193 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I couldn't get comfortable. Usually I could, but not for the past three weeks. Not since John The wait was killing me. Impatience driving me mad. I needed to know. I needed to know he was alright. My John. My John Watson. I just had to know. I tried every position in every spot around the flat, but I just couldn't get comfortable. I decided to just sit on the chair and wait. I stared at the floor. I prayed. I prayed he was going to be fine. Lestrade said he was. He had passed the first phase, the phase that could kill him. Three phases there were. Three weeks. The first two, painful. The second, agonizing. But none of that could compare to the pain of changing. Nothing could compare to being turned in a vampire.
I shook the memories out of my head. But as they went away, John returned in my mind. He doesn't know of this world, my world. The supernatural world. He was bound to find out eventually, but not this way. Only a way where he would stay human. My human. My
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The full moon peered through the forest, its light touching everything in its path, giving a mysterious and mystical feeling to the place. Even more since it was a Blue Moon. I had no idea why they called it a 'Blue Moon.' It's even not blue. But it was beautiful. I enjoyed it. It was the one good thing from this stupid trip Sherlock sent me on. I love the guy, but sometimes he is just plain crazy. Why the hell would I want to go out in the middle of the night looking for a stupid gem? Why couldn't he freaking do it? He's the one who never sleeps. But no, silly old me has to go out and look for it. At least I've got the lovely moon.
I stopped still when I heard the rustling of leaves. My torch searched every bush around me. Probably just nothing, I thought and continued on looking for the blasted gem. More rustling. More looking. More nothing. Probably just some animals. I continued on. I stopped when I heard a low growl. My soldier instincts kicked in and I crouched down. M
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John was so warm. So beautiful when he slept. I hadn't slept in years. I wished I could sleep, to dream. Even a nightmare. Anything. But my body does not need sleep, it needs blood. It always needs blood. Fresh human blood to nourish it and keep it healthy. To keep it alive, so to speak. I hated it. Feeding on humans, never knowing whether you can control your lust. I wished I could just simply drink the blood from those blood banks, but I cannot. Needs to be fresh and warm. It drives me crazy. The guilt and the lust. It's almost unbearable. What gets me through the days is the cases. They keep me distracted. But during the cases I don't feed. Probably should feed during cases, then I wouldn't have to go through what happened with Anderson. And I wouldn't risk hurting my John again. I had almost killed him. Any second longer and I would've given into temptation. The thought ripped at my heart. I bit my lip.
My life was falling apart. I used to be able to go by each day, dr
Blood Fury - Part 16Blood Fury - Part 163 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Come on Sherlock, where are you?"
I glanced at my watch. He was a minute late. I tapped my foot impatiently. I shouldn't have been freaking out. But I did. I do it too much. Probably not a good thing. I watched the top of the sun's rays seep over the horizon. Dawn. Beautiful. I wrapped my coat around myself. Beautiful but cold. I shivered. I could see my breath. I checked my watch again. Hope he didn't stood me up, I thought, I'm freezing my arse off here.
"I had received your text. What is it?"
I almost jumped out of my skin and spun around. Sherlock had clearly just gotten out of bed. He didn't even put his scarf on, not that he needed it. Bloody vampires don't feel the cold. Sure we wolves keep ourselves moderately warm, but this is England, it's always so fucking cold. And stupid Sherlock. Even with my highly tuned ears I still couldn't hear his footsteps. Vampires are too silent, they're like cats. It's annoying.
"Hello to you too Sherlock. I'm fine, thanks for askin
Blood Fury - Part 20Blood Fury - Part 203 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So being a werewolf wasn't so bad, but it wasn't so good either. My senses were stronger. That was good and bad. It was bad when I returned to work. I could hear all the noises, all of the putrid smells, see the diseases in finer detail, and taste the viruses in the air. I went home before I threw up. But I got used to it. I hadn't turned into a wolf since my change. I was too terrified to do it.
Sherlock and Lestrade had explained everything to me. About how the gem could find the vampire killer. How the moon can affect me. The Blue Moon connects me to my peaceful spiritual side, while the Blood Moon connects me to my wild animal side. It's difficult to change on a New Moon, easier on a Full Moon. Lestrade had been a werewolf for quite some time. Wolves age slowly. He had also been given the gift, a psychic power. If he touches something he can sense their auras and see its history, say the history of a house or a person. Sometimes he can control it, other times he can't. H
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Running, running, more running. Thats what most of John's days now consisted off, that and watching the back of Sherlock's tailcoat, and broad shoulders, and slim waist, and....He always did this, getting caught up in Sherlock's appearance, but how could one not? With those tall cheekbones, sharp, silver eyes, and full lips....He did it again. He knew it wasn't healthy, he would never do more than look at Sherlock, but he was content to do that for the rest of his lifetime.
Sherlock and John stopped to breathe as their chase of the china-vase-thief was brought to an end, by cornering him into Lestrade's waiting people. Their breathe's came out heavy as both tried to regain their posture and John let out a chuckle at their struggle. Sherlock caught his eye and laughed once enjoying the way John's mouth turned at the edges with his grin and the small lines around his eyes crinkled. Once they f
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Sherlock couldn't breathe. He couldn't see. He couldn't deduce. He couldn't think.
He sat in the middle of the living room of 221b, breathing hard, shaking, loosing his mind. He'd heard it, the shattering of glass, the thump of a body as it hit the floor. John was dead. He was dead and Moriarty had killed him.
Earlier that morning Sherlock was riding in a taxi back from the Scotland Yard, after jailing one of Moriarty's assassins. The case had been simple, this assassin obviously not being one of the master criminal mind's best, or maybe thats what Moriarty had wanted. It was always a game with him.
He was almost to the flat when his phone beeped with a new message. It was from an unknown number
'Play with mine, I'll play with yours. A gun shoots faster than water pours.'
It made no sense to Sherlock, they never did. This was one of the few empty threats he received from Moriarty weekly so he shrugged it off, focusing instead on formulating an experiment on how many days it took for a
Very Lucky3:45Very Lucky3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John where are you?
At the clinic. Why?
I think there's something wrong with Sherlock.
What happened? Where are you?
Calm down. Nothing like that.
Oh. What's going on then?
He just invited me to dinner.
And called me Greg.
That was my reaction too.
I don't even know what to say.
Neither did I.
God, this is so bizarre.
You're telling me.
I wonder what's going on.
Think it might be an experiment or something?
Not likely. I doubt he'd learn anything by taking you to dinner.
Never can tell with him.
That's true. Exactly what did he say? Might help me figure this out.
"Greg, since your wife is at her mother's why don't you join John and I for dinner tonight? There's a lovely Italian restaurant we frequent."
Well he does get to eat there for free. If it makes you feel better.
It does actually.
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Ms Hudson is coming up. Should I tell her we no longer need two bedrooms?
Go ahead. She's been waiting for us to become a couple since day one.
John I think something is wrong with her!
Why? What's going on?
She's squealing. Rather loudly.
Oh. Women do that. No big deal.
But she sounds like an injured pig.
I'm sure it is. Just don't tell her that.
You're really rude you know.
Doesn't seem to bother her. She's clapping her hands.
I knew she'd be happy.
Yes. She seems thrilled.
Made a rather odd comment though.
She's going to buy earplugs.
Oh my god.
I never though Ms Hudson would be so cheeky.
What's cheeky about it? Why does she need earplugs?
The walls are thin Sherlock.
So? The violin had never bothered her before.
Bloody Hug!5:03Bloody Hug!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Where are you?
Just left the Yard.
How long until you're home?
Not sure. A while. I've got to find Razz and he's across town.
Can you do that later?
Why should I?
I need a hug.
It's when two people wrap their arms around each other in affection.
I know that. I meant, why?
I've had a rough day.
And that constitutes the need for a hug?
If you discovered a case of child abuse involving a six year old you would need a hug too.
Actually I think the victim would need one more than I.
Well what if you also found out that a buddy from your Uni days died.
I don't have any buddies from my Uni days.
Well I don't.
I suppose not. But that wasn't the point.
And what is the point?
That I need some comfort.
You're not usually so melancholy.
Can't help it. Just feels like the world is trying to break my heart