Molly Hooper was on her way to Sherlock and John's flat at ten o'clock at night to get some hands that he 'borrowed' from St. Bart's for one of his infamous experiments. She was walking on Baker Street itself when she heard the sound of footsteps behind her.
Back when she had just started to walk from where the cab had dropped her off, she saw a clean looking woman. She was about three inches taller than John, had brown- black hair, and pale skin. She had felt as if she had met this woman. Now, she looked behind her shoulder and saw the same woman.
'Is she going to rape me or kill me?' was one of her current thoughts along with the adrenaline racing like sports cars in her veins. She was three doors from 221b Baker Street now, but ran down an alley by accident, and the woman followed Molly. She started to regret wearing her pink heels for Sherlock. She had to stop when she reached an ivy covered brick wall. She screamed as the woman closed in on her.
"Molly Hooper, the little morgue girl, a Sherlock Fangirl. A beauty." The woman said. Molly caught a glimpse of scarlet eyes and instantly recognized the woman. She was one of St. Bart's corpses. She believed her name was Sarah.
"Demon!" She screamed at the woman, making a cross with her fingers, and the woman named Sarah laughed at her.
"It only works if you believe in it, Miss Hooper." The woman smiled like a madman because she knew the human's faith was wavering, and pinned Molly against the wall. Molly screamed bloody murder, but no one heard. She was breathing heavy in fear of this superior creature. The woman giggled and bit Molly's warm neck, her fangs piercing her fair skin. Molly was now screaming in agony. It felt like every inch of life was being siphoned from her body, every last miniscule drop of blood. Then she tried to move, but couldn't. The brown haired girl guessed it was Vampire's Venom and it was similar to a spider's. Sarah licked her Molly's wound on her neck like candy. Molly looked at her and found she looked like an angered wolf, snarling at her will to remain human, or even live at all. She regretted not making it to Sherlock's now. She hated not being a better person to some people. She ad wanted children and a husband. She screamed louder as the venom reached her heart, stabbing through it hard, causing her eyesight to see triple. She felt her neck up, and it was hot and sticky.
A flash of an orangey-scarlet flame appeared and heard a dying scream of something that couldn't be human. Molly's vision started to blur completely as ash rained over her face and she saw Sherlock, in his black trench coat and all, with a stake in his hand and a look of fear in his eyes as he said "Molly?".
Sherlock picked Molly up by her waist, wrapped her neck in his blue scarf, turning splotches of it purple, and ran to his flat, scared for Molly's life.
"JOHN! YOUR ARSE HAD BETTER BE HOME!" He yelled toward their bedroom. John walked out half asleep, wearing a old tee and sleep pants.
"What the bloody hell was that for, Sherlock?" He asked,yawned, and rubbed his eyes. He blinked and saw red on the couches cushions, then saw Molly's body. "What happened to her, Sherlock? Explain. Now."
"She was coming to pick up the hands, and was attacked." The taller man explained while running to grab needles.
"By what, that bite is bad, and she looks like she's lost a lot of blood." John said.
"A Vampire."