Hey guys,
So this isn't going to a story it's just an idea that came to me that I thought would make a good one shot or maybe a two shot, depending how it goes but anyway enjoy!
Warnings: Dark Sherlock, Vamp!lock, non- consensual aspects. This story is Rated M, but it will be more dark Sherlock then smut so you have been warned.
It was very difficult to see in Molly's room late at night, well for a human it was anyway. But for an old vampire like Sherlock, he has no problem seeing in the dark, he could clearly see Molly's peaceful face while she sleeps. She's more beautiful when she's sleeping, she looks younger, there isn't any signs of frustration or worry on her face when she's sleeping, her face is perfectly smooth.
Just think how much more beautiful she would be as a creature of the night. Sherlock's vampiric side whispered to him. Sherlock smiled at this thought as he continued watching Molly sleep and knew that this was the night, this was his last chance to do it, she might hate him for it forever but he doesn't care, he'd still have her she'd be his forever and nothing could ever change that.
Sherlock couldn't believe it the first time he'd laid his eyes on Molly, his Molly, at St Bart's the first time Lestrade had taken him in to pick up the findings on a body to help out with the Martin case. He couldn't believe that the women who was handing him the paperwork had the exact same chocolate coloured brown eyes that held the same warmth and that small, shy, awkward smile that she gave anyone when she was meeting them for the first time. Even since that day Sherlock found excuse after excuse to go into Bart's to see her, to be near her and to have a second chance.
FLASHBACK
The first ever time Sherlock saw Molly it was back in 1888 and her name was Maria. He'd met Maria at one of Jonathan's ghastly parties, he went as a favour to is old friend and that was the first time he saw her. The second that their eyes met there was an instant connection and he knew from that moment that he wasn't going to let her go, ever. But that didn't stick, Sherlock didn't get the chance to turn her before she ripped from his arms, she'd only just learnt to trust him and start to fall in love with him before Time got in the way and ruined everything that they had.
Sherlock got into a fight with some drunken bums one night and Maria saw the fight, she saw Sherlock get struck by a knife and him falling to the ground, the drunks fled off into the night scared of getting caught for murdering someone. Maria ran to his side immediately and pulled his head into her lap, she felt for a pulse on the side of his neck but there wasn't one, with this she assumed that Sherlock was dead. Knowing this and knowing that there was no way that she could live in a world without Sherlock she ran off, leaving Sherlock in the alley and made her way to the bell town in Whitechapel. What Maria didn't know was that if she had stayed with Sherlock for a few more minutes she would have seen Sherlock's wound heal and him waking up and being completely fine.
Sherlock awoke to find himself alone in the middle of the dark and damp alley, but he could tell that while he was unconscious someone else had been here he could smell honeysuckle and vanilla, and he knew instantly who that scent belonged to. "Maria!" Sherlock gasped as he realised that she must've seen the fight and come to Sherlock's aid only to find that he didn't have a pulse and that he must've been dead, well, he was dead momentarily but Maria didn't know this. Sherlock never told Maria that he was a vampire, he wanted Maria to get to know him first and get her to trust him before he told her and he was so close, another week and he would've told her. Knowing what Maria must've seen and that she had ran off, he had to find her and talk to her, tell her everything, so Sherlock ran off after her following her scent.
Maria had broken into the church, it was late so there was no one around which gave Maria plenty of time to do this. She climbed up the three fights of stairs, that were eighty steps each flight, and made her way out on to the balcony of the bell tower. She made her way slowly towards the edge and stepped up, looking down onto the empty street below Soon we'll be together again my love, Maria thought as she took that final leap and flung herself off of the bell tower onto the street below.
Sherlock was two blocks away when the smell of rust and salt hit his nose Oh no he thought as he urged himself on, pushing himself to run faster. When Sherlock got there what he saw broke his heart, Maria sprawled all over the pavement blood pooling out around her from the wound on her head from where it whack off the pavement, he was too late. Sherlock made his was over to Maria and knelt down beside her "No, no no no no no no, no!" He chanted that same mantra over and over again while clutching Molly's lifeless body to him. "No! You're not dead, you're not dead." Sherlock exclaimed, rocking back and forth with Molly in his arms, he felt tears over flowing from his eyes and down his cheeks, they started off slow until Sherlock eventually broke down into shoulder tear jerking sobs. He couldn't believe it, if he hadn't been so foolish and told Maria right from the start he might not be in this position and the love of his life wouldn't be dead in his arms and he wouldn't be alone. He felt as tough someone had ripped out his heart and he'd lost his soul mate. Mycroft was right, caring was not an advantage. As he clutched Maria's body to him he made a silent promise that if he ever found Maria again, he would tell her from the start and he would make her his. He also made a promise that he would never care about anyone else any and that his soul focus would be his work. Oh he promised that he would find and have Maria but didn't promise that he would love her.
That night was the end of the young naïve Sherlock and the start of the a new, stronger Sherlock who believes that caring isn't an advantage and that he'll never love or protect anyone apart from himself and these were the words that he said to himself as he ripped the drunken bums hearts out for stabbing Sherlock and starting this problem in the first place.
END OF FLASHBACK
Sherlock snapped back out of reminiscing of the olden days, back when things were a lot more simpler and he didn't have to worry as much about keeping is kind a secret and that vampires were more in control of the world then the humans. Sherlock looked at the digital clock by Molly's bed and saw that the time was ten minutes to three. Perfect Sherlock thought to himself as he stroked two fingers down the side of Molly's face, Sherlock leaned down and kissed Molly lightly on the lips while his left hand cupped the side of Molly's face and the right arm was draped across Molly's front and to the side of her waist, keeping her pinned to the bed but so se still as enough space to move. It didn't take Molly long to respond and started kissing Sherlock back through her sleep drunken haze she tried to fight Sherlock off but Sherlock tightened his grip on her waist and pulled back inch away from her face "Shh it's me Molly." He whispered against her lips "Sherlo-" Molly didn't have time to respond before Sherlock's lips were back claiming her. The kiss deepened and Sherlock shifted so that his body was sprawled out on top of Molly but he kept himself up on his elbows to keep the weight off of her, Molly groaned and melted into the kiss, into him. After a few minutes of kissing Sherlock pulled back, giving Molly some space to get her breath back. "Sherlock?" Molly asked light headedly, "What are you doing here?"
"Shh Molly, just trust me." Sherlock responded as he gave her an evil smirk and there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. Sherlock lift his left arm up and bit down into the tender flesh of wrist hard enough to draw blood. Molly watched in confusion and yelled when she saw Sherlock starting to bite down hard enough to draw blood "Sherlock what the hell are you doing!" Molly yelled as she watched Sherlock move his hand away from his mouth and saw that his eyes had turned blood shot and that his veins had protruded around them and that his teeth were a lot more sharper then normal and smothered with his blood. Molly gasped and her eyes widened in fear as he shoved his wrist into her mouth, forcing her to drink his blood. "Drink Molly." Sherlock ordered as he felt Molly tried to wriggle out from underneath him to get away from him, his grip tightened painfully on her waist to keep her from moving and as a warning that Sherlock will have to do this the hard way if he has to.
Molly complied as she felt his grip tighten painfully on her waist and whimpered. She stopped moving and drank in the blood, it was thick and left a metallic taste in the back of her throat, it was strong enough that it made Molly want to gag but there was something else in the blood that made it unique, that was something that made the blood distinctly Sherlock's.
Sherlock pulled his wrist away as the wound closed up, he could feel Molly trembling underneath him with fear as to what he was going to do next and leant down to her a reassuring kiss. She whimpered again and started planting lazy kisses along her jaw line and up to her ear "Don't worry Molly, it will all be over soon." He whispered and continued planting kisses back down to the sensitive part of her neck, he sucked and nibbled at the skin there and he felt a shiver shot down Molly's body and heard her moan softly in his ear, Sherlock smirked against her neck and allowed his fangs to protrude from his fangs. He lift his head slightly and planted his fangs piercing deep into her neck, drinking up her sweet blood, it tasted of cinnamon and chocolate with vanilla. Sherlock moaned as the warm liquid soothed the ache in his throat and continued to drink up greedily while Molly writhed in pain underneath him and tried to call out to him and beg him to stop, I'm doing this for you Molly, you'll be a strong and beautiful creature, no longer stuck as a fragile human destined to run out of time and die Sherlock thought as he continued to drink up the blood until he felt Molly still underneath him and could feel her heartbeat drop to a dangerously low speed. He could feel and hear Molly's heart stop and knew that that was the end of the human Molly Hooper but he didn't stop drinking until every last drop of her blood was consumed, not wanting to waste a single drop of her, knowing that her blood would never taste quite the same after she completes her transition.
Sherlock retracts his fangs out of Molly's neck and plants a kiss on the wound he created. He moved himself off of Molly and positioned himself so that he was underneath her and holding her cold body against his, stroking his hand through her hair. "Soon my precious, soon you'll be mine forever and I'll never let you go." Sherlock said to her dead body, and started humming a tune to pass the time until his beloved woke up to complete her transition and spend forever with him…
Well… There you have it guys, I hope you enjoyed reading that and I'm sorry. Oh also the transition of Molly becoming a vampire is the as the one from Vampire Diaries and if you haven't seen or read Vampire Diaries and don't know of the transition, it's that you have to die with vampire blood in your system and when you wake up you have to drink human blood within 24 hours to complete the transition otherwise you die. But anyhow I didn't know whether to continue this story or leave it as a one shot so I would like to hear your views, would you want me to continue this and turn it into a story or leave it as a one shot? Review or drop me a PM giving your views.
All right, well I'll stop rambling now and leave so bye guys and thanks for reading!