Hi guys!

Another Sherlolly fanfic coming your way. This originally was supposed to be the first story I posted until my first one shot became a full story. But anyway please read and enjoy and comment on your thoughts.

Warning: This story is rated M so it will contain dark Sherlock and it may contain smut in later chapters.

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Chapter 1

London 1828

"Run Molly! He's gaining on us!" Sherlock yelled at Molly. These words made Molly push herself further, forcing more air down her throat so she could put more distance between herself and the psychotic man chasing her and Sherlock. Her heart was thumping hard against her chest and her drawstring corset felt like it was crushing her lungs the more she ran, her legs were starting to feel like jelly ready to give out, but she wouldn't give in, giving in would be a let down to herself and to Sherlock after everything that they've been through.

Molly's been in front of Sherlock the entire time, she has no idea how far or how close the enemy is behind her. She's takes a risk and glances behind her to see how much distance there is between them, "Sherlock." She gasps out coming to a sudden stop which made Sherlock bump into Molly slightly. He frowned and turned around to see what made Molly come to a sudden stop.

"What the…" Sherlock said with a confused expression on his face at what he's processed.

"Where the hell did he go?" There's no one behind them, they're the only two people on the street- it was late at night on the back end of London streets of course it was deserted.

"Maybe he saw how far away we'd gotten and given up?" Molly asked with a hopeful expression in her tone.

"Oh come on now Molly you're a smart girl, you know well enough that people like him don't just give up that easily, they love the thrill of the chase." Sherlock said in a cold tone, while he's trying to calculate what's going on and what game they've been pulled into playing.

Molly started to relax as she saw that no one was running towards them on either side on them on the street, they were completely alone.

"Come on Sherlock, we need to go."

Molly turned around was met with a sharp pain as a and plunged it's way into her chest. "No!" Sherlock screamed and moved towards her but it was too late, Molly's heart was ripped out of her chest and tossed to onto the ground. Sherlock moved to catch Molly before she landed on the ground and held her in his arms, he watched the light leave her eyes and felt her blood still. He clutched her to him and tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to over spill down his cheeks. A dark sadistic chuckle erupt from the Monster who had so viciously ripped Molly's life away, Sherlock looked up at him and he was met with black eyes that has blood shot whites surrounding the irises that were usually a chocolate shade of brown.

"Well Sherlock, it seems the tables have turned." He said with a thick British accent, as is eyes turn back to their normal shade of chocolate brown.

"Why? Why did you do this? She wasn't a threat to you!" Sherlock snarled out in anger his own eyes turned black and his fangs threatened to protrude from his gums, his body shaking with rage and despair.

"No but you see Sherlock" He says as he squats down on his knees so he's eye level with Sherlock "If I couldn't have her, then no one can." He replied with a evil grin on is face and a glint in is eye. He stood back up and put his hands in his black trouser pockets. "It was only fair Sherlock, she was going to be ripped away from you eventually anyway what with you being eternal and all." With that he turned around and strolled away. "Night Sherlock."

Sherlock was still clutching Molly tightly to him, a tear escaped and trickled down his cheek as he watches the Monster stroll off into the night.

"I will make you pay for this Jim Moriaty. I swear!"

London Present Day

Sherlock shoots up with a sudden gasp and looks around his dark bedroom frantically. Sherlock sighs softly and moves the mop of brown curls that were damp with sweat and clinging to his forehead. It was the fourth time this week that he had that dream, no that memory, of Molly being murdered before him by his enemy Jim Moriaty.

It was still the middle of the night but he got out of bed and quietly made his way into the living room so as not to disturb John who was sleeping soundly in the next room. Sherlock grabbed his coat and scarf and slipped then on over his pyjamas, he thought he doesn't need to be dressed as he'll be back within in half an hour and no one will see him. Sherlock grabbed his keys and slipped out of the flat and made his way over to his favourite Pathologists house to check on her as he usually does when he's had a bad dream that involves his one true love.

Once Sherlock arrived at Molly's apartment he climbed up and snuck into her bedroom window, Molly can't sleep unless she has the window open a crack even in the middle of winter when it's freezing cold she needs to have it open. Sherlock jumped over the chest of drawers that was under Molly's window and landed graciously in a crouch, quietly on the floor. He made his way over to Molly and sat carefully on the edge of the bed so she doesn't detect the slight change in weight on her bed enough to wake her. He glanced her over subconsciously just to check that she hadn't been harmed and let a breathe he hadn't realised he was holding. Sherlock raised his hand and stroked Molly's cheek tenderly with the back of his hand, she subconsciously leaned into his touch which made Sherlock smile in turn.

"Oh my little Pathologist… My Molly… I'll never let anyone take you away from me again…"

And we'll end it there. I apologise for the first chapter for being short but I promise the others chapters will be longer. Anyway I won't keep you but before you go please drop me a review and tell me what you think of the story so far.

Thanks guys.

I'll see you next time with the next chapter!