Chp 1
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Fear, pain, panic, sweat, and blood. The scent of the five swirled together in a terrifying mixture and filled Sherlock's lungs with each of his short gasping breaths. The pain and shear terror were horribly real, and yet this simply couldn't be real. Sherlock had always been a boy who relied on the facts, and not one to crack under pressure. So why was it, that he was now pinned beneath what could only be described as the most terrifying beast he'd ever encountered. It was a massive creature with sharp fangs and a cruel snarl, and yet only moments ago it had been his neighbor, hadn't it? Sherlock's body writhed with pain as the wound on his shoulder throbbed. The blood loss was severe and his vision began to blur, and as he slowly lost consciousness he couldn't help but think that if he survived there was no way he'd be normal again.
Sherlock originally had only said anything about a flat mate in passing when the bowling ball of a man Mike had been questioning his moving. Sherlock needed a new place after he nearly tore his last one down in a fit of rage. Needless to say the land lord had had enough and simply told him he had one month. It bothered Sherlock that he was at the mercy of these pointless mood swings. He hated his emotions, they didn't offer any helpful qualities, and were normally destructive. Sherlock spent many years trying to push away these useless things in favor of more interesting things, such as his various experiments. However being a werewolf did make handling emotion harder, more so during the full moon. Worse yet is that it also came with an insatiable appetite, just another hindrance to pursuing far more interesting things. He blocked out his gnawing hunger as well because he hated the wolf inside him, which made him so unmanageable. After the change even his own mother grew tired of his restless behavior. It wasn't Sherlock's fault; the wolf was full of energy, always ready for the hunt. So when Mike actually showed up with this smaller man, obviously as a potential flat mate, he was quiet perplexed.
Could Sherlock Holmes even be capable of tolerating a human being at such great lengths? Less likely, could a sane person tolerate him? Admittedly part of him just liked the idea of having someone so close, so able to figure out his long kept secret, and be able to hide it from them just as well. He deduced the basics of the man, and he couldn't deny that he was a bit impressed. Such an unassuming man and yet clearly he had some admirable talents. What really did him in though was the smell. He made the mistake of taking in a deep breath through his nostrils and being filled with the smell of John Watson. A deep earthy smell mixed with just a bit of gun oil, marvelous. There was no way he was going back now; Sherlock couldn't go another day with out being able to wake up to that smell every morning. He was drawn to John in a way he had never felt before, and it stirred something deep in his gut. He nearly growled with excitement when the man had finally agreed to move in with him.
The nature of his feelings were a bit of a mystery to him at first, but after his encounter with Moriarty they became quiet obvious. He was falling madly and hopelessly in love with John, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was growing closer and closer to the man. And that was dangerous for all parties involved. His brother had warned him before he even began this endeavor, told him John was a good man, not to drag him into Sherlock's "madness". Words that were ignored at the time but now haunted him in an annoying fashion. Sherlock had allowed him into his heart, and now he either had to let him go, or cage him in. Because once he opened the floodgates there was no stopping him, John would have no choice but to stay, Sherlock wouldn't let him go. Part of him feared that he had already trapped John, since he couldn't see himself letting John walk out of his life, even if it was to protect him from the truth. Protect him from the fact that Sherlock Holmes, the consulting detective was a full fledged werewolf.