Hey y'all! First and foremost: I didn't put this in the crossover section because it's basically BBC Sherlock, except for where Sherlock is a vampire. There's no Forks, no highschool, no bad acting, nothing. The characters are as they appear and the majority of the themes are from the show. However, I'm using the book as an outline, so you'll see familiar things from Twilight with a Sherlock twist - as an example, there will be a car accident like from the novel/movie, and all of the 'vampire science' will remain the same. Hard to explain now, but if you find yourself getting into the fic, you'll see what I mean.
Second - I'm looking for a beta. The main fic is on AO3, but I decided to post it over here. Regardless, I'm looking for someone who can britpick and overall help me out with grammar issues and such, and keeping the tone decidedly twilight-esque. I'm basically posting these chapters as I spit 'em out, so I'd love for someone to pick up the crumbs along the way.
Lastly, I love reviews, but odds are I won't answer them (on AO3, I answer every single one). I love words of praise, they keep me going, but if you have a sort of question or something you'd like me to specifically see, just PM it! Even if you just want to know how I'll 'fuse' together a later chapter, I don't mind revealing my secrets.
Finally, I don't own Twilight or BBC Sherlock. Signing off for now, and I hope you enjoy the fic!
In Afghanistan, there was a simple set of rules.
Heal soldiers, don't get shot. Transfer medical supplies, don't get shot. Try to sleep at night, don't get shot. When possible, try to shoot at the enemy, but also while not getting shot.
John Watson, in response, was a straightforward man. Emphasis (usually) on the 'straight', mind you.
So why was he in this situation?
"Patience, John," the hunter sang, voice smooth as honey. The baser of John's instincts told him to run, even when the rest of his body told him to yield. It wasn't his fault; the damn vampire was built precisely to lure John in.
A hand swiped at John's temple and came back bloody. The hunter inspected it with unmasked delight. "This is just a game, you see. He's the reward, while unfortunately you're the price. No hard feelings."
His tongue darted out to his fingers, and the grin turned manic. "Until then, let's have some fun, shall we?"
Fuck. No, let's not.
Sherlock.
