yeahh new story! i came up with this when i watched supernatural so it might sound familiar. oh and i kinda forgot that with the Restoration Ritual you need the remains of the person but lets not talk about that :3 and thanks to Justmijke for being my amazing beta and dealing with all my mistakes '3'~
ok have fun!
The last thing John remembered was hard blow against the back of his head. He was chasing a shape shifter and he ran in an ally when it happened. But when he opened his eyes he wasn't in that ally anymore. He stood up with a groan, rubbing the back of his head. He looked around and all he could see were trees and bushes. He didn't hear any birds or saw any animals, just woods. Miles and miles of woods. When he looked up at the sky it was all grey-ish with white clouds.
"Where the fuck am I..." John said and he turned around in the hope he would see anything else then those endless woods. On that moment he heard the sound of sticks breaking and bushes moving and turned so he was facing the direction of the sound. He didn't see anything. He took a quick glance at the ground and picked up a big stick that was laying next to his feet. The moment he picked it up someone dashed up to him. John quickly reacted and hit the person on the side of their head. The stick broke and the person fell on his back. John looked at him and saw fangs.
A vampire! John got on top of the man and pressed the stick against his throat. The man firmly grabbed Johns throat but John just held his breath and started pushing the stick down as hard as he could. After what seemed like forever the vampire slowly let go of Johns throat and his arms fell beside him. John took a deep breath and started pushing even harder, putting all the weight of his body on his arms. And with a soft snap the stick made its way through the mans throat. Once the head was completely separated from the body John let himself fall off the men. He took a minute to catch his breath before he got up and started walking.
He didn't know where he was heading but there was one thing he was certain of. It wasn't safe here, wherever here is.
He walked for what felt hours but since his watch was broken and there was no sun to take a guess how late it was, he had no idea how late it actually was. He was attacked by another vampire, three werewolf and something he was fairly sure of that it was a witch.
It was a strange place but the strangest thing till now was how he felt. He was here for at least eight hours and he wasn't hungry nor thirsty. He also felt extremely pure... Like there's nothing wrong in his body and he could fight on forever without taking a break.
John was so lost in thoughts that he didn't notice the person behind him. He felt a hard blow on the back of his head and got pushed forward. John reacted quickly and turned himself around on the ground so he was facing the man but the other was faster. The man was sitting on top of him, pinning his arms next to his head. John tried to move but it was complete useless. He couldn't escape. The vampire hissed and showed John his fangs. He lowered his head towards Johns neck and John could feel his breath against his skin. John closed his eyes and just hoped it wouldn't hurt as much as he thought it would.
Just as John gave up all hope the weight on top of him disappeared. He opened his eyes and looked around. He saw the vampire getting pinned down by another man. The other guy held both his hands on the men's throat and John could see his muscles in his arm starting to work. The man used so much force that his fingers dug into the vampires skin and John looked at it in horror. After a couple of minutes the man separated the vampires head from his body with his bare hands. In the meantime John was already standing upright again and looking at the man. The man placed himself next to the body and looked behind him at John.
"Are you okay?" The man asked with a deep voice. John looked into his blue/green eyes and shivered. He quickly got himself together and nodded. The man grabbed something that looked like a homemade machete from his belt and threw it at John who caught it clumsily.
"Keep watch." The man said and turned back to the body. John saw how the he grabbed a small knife, cut open the dead men's leg and removed a bone.
"What.." Johns voice sounded rough so he cleared his throat and tried again. "What are you doing.."
The man was now sharpening the side of the bone with his knife and he spoke without looking back. "Making you an useful weapon. You're going to need that here."
'Here'... Does this man know where he is.. John decided to give it a shot. He took a quick look around to make sure it's safe before asking the question that was in his head since the moment he came here.
"Where is 'here'?" Oh John really hoped the man had some answers for him, because this slowly started to drive him crazy.
The man took a glance over his shoulder to John and then went back to work. "You don't know?" The man asked as if John was stupid for not knowing. John started to feel even more uneasy and looked around. He was startled when the men stood up and walked towards him. He was taller then John expected and he had to look up to look him in the eyes. The man grabbed the machete from Johns hand and handed over the one he just made. John looked at it. It was a good weapon. It was light and doesn't seem to break fast.
John was looked up surprised when the man started talking again.
"You're in purgatory" he said.
John had to take a minute to overthink what he just heard. "Purgatory...? You mean the place monsters go to when they die...?" The man simply nodded. John felt a slight panic coming up. Why was he here. He wasn't a monster.. Okay he did some bad things in his life but shouldn't he go to hell then. And does this mean he's dead..
The man sighed. "No you're not dead.." John looked up in surprise. "You're here by mistake. Humans aren't supposed to be here. There are only two ways of a human getting into purgatory and those are either killing the alpha leviathan or traveling with a reaper. But since the alpha leviathan is still locked up here I conclude that you've been brought here by a reaper." He explained. John tried to understand everything but it was hard with everything that was going on.
"But why would a reaper do such a thing..?" John asked after a few minutes of thinking. The man shrugged. "Can be all kinds of reason. Maybe you pissed him off or someone payed him to do i-" The man stopped and looked left. John followed his gaze but saw nothing. When he wanted to ask what's wrong the man held up his hand as a sign John should stay quiet. And he did.
"We should move" he said eventually in a soft voice and started walking. John followed him, still looking over his shoulder from time to time.
They walked in complete silence for some time till John decided it was enough. "Why are you helping me? We don't know each other and I don't even know your name." The man suddenly stopped and turned around. John was walking pretty close behind him so he almost bumped into him.
"My name is Sherlock." Sticking out his hand. "John" John simply responded and shook his hand. The man turned back and continued to walk.
"If you're here in purgatory it must mean you're a monster.. What are you?" John asked the man and Sherlock just coldly answered. "Vampire".
Again it stayed quiet for a while. "You still haven't told me why you're helping me" John asked and Sherlock stayed quiet. John wondered if he heard the question but just as he wanted to ask it again Sherlock responded. "Because I need your help to get out of here" John frowned "Why would I help a vampire out of purgatory? You're here for a reason you know".
Sherlock suddenly stopped and turned. He looked angry. "I'm not. I'm here by mistake just like you." John was confused but hold onto his machete tighter, ready to block any attack that could come his way. "What do you mean..?" John tried, not sure how Sherlock would react.
Sherlock took a deep breath and seemed to calm down a bit before explaining further. "I didn't choose to be a vampire. I was bitten in an ally by some random guy. Also, I only fed of someone once in my whole life and that was when I just turned.. Since then I've been living on packs of blood."
This surprised John. He thought for a second that the man was lying but the look in his eyes told him otherwise. John thought this over real quick. "Okay if I help you get back, what are you planning to do there?"
"I get back to my boyfriend"
John blinked a couple of times. He expected a lot but not this.
"Boyfriend..?"
Sherlock nodded. "We had a fight and I ran out of the house in anger. Couple minutes later I was murdered.." He looked down. Clearly it still hurts him to think about it and John felt sorry for him.
"Okay!" John said which made Sherlock look up again. "I will help you." Sherlock clearly was surprised John changed his mind but he smiled. "Thank you.."
"But one thing.." John looked around. "How are we going to get out of here..?" Sherlock got all serious again.
"There is a portal quite some distance that way". He pointed the way they were heading. "It's a passage between earth and purgatory and only humans and reapers can go through it."
"So that's why you need my help." John said to which Sherlock nodded.
John smiled and started walking again. "Well we better get going then" Sherlock also smiled and followed him.
They walked in the direction of the portal and got attacked multiple times. But with the two of them it was much easier to kill them, even if they were outnumbered. It took them quite some time to finally reach the portal.
Sherlock grabbed his small knife and made a cut in his lower arm and handed it over to john who did the same. "Ready?" Sherlock asked looking down at both their arms. John nodded and they pressed their wounds against each other.
"Conjuncti sumus, unum sumus." John said clearly and Sherlock's soul got sucked into johns arm with great strength. John had to get himself together for a minute before heading towards the portal. He could feel the portal starting to suck him in slowly but he got pulled back roughly. John quickly turned around and held the knife against the throat of whoever dared to stop him now.
John was surprised when he looked into the eyes of a teenage girl. She looked scared and John slowly lowered his knife. But the moment he did that girl threw her head back and a big mouth with sharp looking teeth opened. John reacted quickly and cut her head off. He took a deep breath and looked down at the now lifeless body.
"What the fuck are you…" He almost whispered and he tried to think of anything that could've fit the description of what he just saw. But he got reminded what he was supposed to do when he felt a painful burning feeling in his arm. "Yea yea.. I'm on it." He said and he walked towards the portal.
After John went through the portal he found himself in the ally he got knocked out. He grabbed his knife and cut the burning part of his lower arm. There was an unpleased light and John closed his eyes. When he slowly opened them again he looked into Sherlock's eyes who was smiling at him. John wanted to smile back but got caught by the surprise of Sherlock pulling him in for a hug.
"We did it.." Sherlock said, still holding him. "Yes… yes we did" John said and returned the hug. The hug lasted longer than john expected and he felt how Sherlock slowly started to lean onto him.
"H-hey Sherlock, are you alright?" John tried to push him off to look at his face but Sherlock collapsed on the ground. "Shit! Sherlock!" John let himself sink on the floor as well and placed his hand on Sherlocks head. "You're burning up…"
Sherlock woke up with a unbearable headache. He was surprised to find himself in a pretty comfortable bed. He sat upright and takes a look around the room. Motel room judging by the furniture, size of the room and the brochures on the nightstand. He got up and stumbled to the sink in the bathroom, splashing some water in his face. He looked up in the mirror and tried to remember what happened. The last thing he remembered was his soul being absorbed into johns arm.. John! Where's john. He walked back to the room and grabbed his jacket that was laying on the other bed. When he picked it up a note fell out. Sherlock grabbed it from the floor and read it.
In the fridge.
-JW
It simply said. Sherlock placed his jacket and the note back down on the bed and walked over to the fridge. When he opened it he started smiling. In the fridge were several packs filled with blood. On each one was a note saying what blood type it was. Sherlock grabbed an O positive and carefully opened it. He drank some of the blood and sighed in relieve.
He drank the rest and placed the empty blood pack on the table before heading back to the bathroom for a shower.
When John came back in he saw the bed was empty and he heard the sound of the shower. He placed the groceries on the table and saw the empty blood pack and smiled. At least he drank something. John placed the drinks and sandwiches in the fridge next to the blood and start unpacking the second bag. He got Sherlock some new clothes which he clearly needed. His old ones where all dirty and covered in blood. He walked to the bathroom and knocked before opening the door a little.
"Got you some new clothes". He said and placed them on the sink just around the corner. He heard a soft thanks when he closed the door again. After a couple of minutes Sherlock came walking out of the bathroom and John was a little blown away when he looked at him. God he was pretty good looking without all that blood and dirt… John realized he have been staring at him longer than was normal and quickly cleared his throat and looked away.
"Are the clothes good? I had to guess your size.." He asked while looking back at Sherlock because he couldn't resist it after all. "They will do, thank you". Sherlock responded and he put on his jacket.
"Going somewhere?"
Sherlock nodded and headed for the door. John quickly got up and stood between him and the door. "And where if I may ask?" Sherlock looked down at him, clearly not happy with John blocking his way.
"That's none of your business. Look I needed your help to get out of purgatory and you needed my help to find a way out. That's all over now so we both go our separate ways"
John shook his head. "I don't think so. You're still a vampire and I can't be responsible if you kill someone if I let you go" Sherlock sighed. "I told you before I don't feed of people."
"But what if you lose control?"
"I won't"
"You can't be sure"
Sherlock groaned and put his hand through his hair. "Look John, there is someone I really need to go to."
"Your boyfriend?"
Sherlock was silent on that one for a moment but nodded.
"Well then I will come with you!" john said confident and Sherlock looked surprised.
"What?"
"I'll come with you. I got fake ID's so it will be easier to get you blood packs. Also you got no money nor cards on you so how do you want to get wherever you need to be."
Sherlock thought about it for a second and then sighed. "Fine, I guess it wouldn't hurt to travel together."
John smiled and grabbed all his stuff together. "Great! Where are we heading?"
Unnoticed by john Sherlock gave a small smile. "Knighton"
It was a rainy dark night when Sherlock and John were sitting in the bus towards Knighton. Before they went on their way, they stopped by the hospital to get some more blood packs for Sherlock, being very careful not to pick blood from someone who was already dead. Because they both knew what could do that to a vampire.
They were sitting in the back of the bus and John was looking out of the window. Not that he could see anything with clouds blocking the light of the moon and rain pouring against the window. Sherlock fell asleep about an hour ago and was now leaning against John. It would take at least another 2 hours before they finally reach their destination so John decided to try and get some rest as well. He leaned against the window and closed his eyes. He soon went back to his other position when he came to the conclusion that he couldn't sleep. He sighed and once again looked at the other man. John wondered how Sherlock was able to sleep with the bus shaking this much.
He wanted to grab his journal from his bag to do some writing about purgatory but he didn't want to wake him. John then decided it would be best to just sit still and stare into the dark nothingness again.
When they almost reached their destination John woke Sherlock. Carefully because he had no idea in what kind of mood he was when just woken up. Sherlock slowly opened his eyes and sat upright. "Are we almost there…?" He mumbled with a sleepy voice. John smiled and nodded. "Just about 5 more minutes." Sherlock stretched his arms above his head and looked around the bus. It was empty aside from them and the bus driver.
"Switch places with me." Sherlock said and he searched around in his bag.
"What?"
"I need to feed and it goes more unnoticed on the place you're sitting. Come on, we'll be entering the village soon." Sherlock explained a little softer so the bus driver couldn't hear them.
They switched places and Sherlock opened the pack of blood and carefully drank the whole thing. John looked at him. He was fascinated by how the blood went from the pack into his fangs. Halfway Sherlock stopped and looked at him, whipping his lips clean with the back of his hand. "Do you have to look..?"
John snapped out of the thought of how this would feel on your neck and looked him in the eyes. "O-oh I'm sorry.. it's just.. fascinating. I'll stop.." He said and looked the other way. But it was hard. He could feel Sherlocks eyes burning in the back of his head before he continued.
They arrived at their stop and got out. John looked around. "This seems familiar to you?" He asked and Sherlock nodded before starting to walk. John put his bag around his shoulder and followed him.
"It's just a couple of streets away from here" Sherlock said and Aohn reacted with a simple 'ah'. John noticed how there were barely any people on the streets. They walked for a good 10 minutes now and he only saw an old lady with 2 dogs. "It's pretty quiet here.. has it always been like this?" Again Sherlock nodded. "We choose this place because of that. With less people there's less chance someone would find out about me."
"Ah yea of course" John said and looked around again. He almost bumped into Sherlock who suddenly had stopped walking and was now facing a house. John looked up at it. It was a simple house just like the once next to it.
"This is it?" John asked and Sherlock took a deep breath.
"Yup.."
John gave him a soft pat on the back and a smile. "Come on. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you. There's nothing to be nervous about. I mean what could possibly got wrong" Sherlock gave him a forced smile back. "You're right.. okay." He walked up to the door and knocked.
that was it! hope you liked it
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