I don't own Sherlock.
John groaned as he woke, his head pounding. His eyes flickered open and his body started to work again. There were three things he noticed. One, he was chained to a bed. Two, this was not his room. Three, it was freezing. He shivered and looked around the room. There was a simple desk and dresser shoved into the other corners of the room. A door was right in front of hi, teasing. He wiggled his way down the bed, trying to figure out how far he could go. He could only go halfway down the bed. He tried to get up but, more chains were around his ankles, shackles embedded in the mattress. He cursed and sat, listening and waiting.
The door opened an hour later, a tiny and slender boy slinking in. A tray was in his frail arms. He carried it over to John, his brown eyes cast down. "Thank you." John said, taking the tray. The boy nodded and slipped out. John ate the piece of bread and sipped at the plain tea. The boy came back in five minutes and took the tray.
"The master will be in soon." He whispered to John. This made the man shudder. Only Bloodlets said that. Bloodlets were the subjects to the vampire nobles that started to appear a few years ago. Some say they had more pull in the government then anyone. The Bloodlet scurried out. John waited for this master.
Twenty minutes later, the door swung open gracefully. A tall, thin, beautiful man stepped in. His hair was dark and curly, the curls barely brushing his shoulders. His face was all angles and sharpness. His cheekbones were unbelievable, his eyes a swirling pool of blues, greens and, grays. He wore a three-piece suit that fit him wonderfully. "Hello." the master rumbled in his deep voice. John dipped his head to the man. "I expect my subjects to greet me verbally." the master snapped.
"Hello sir." John forced out, his eyes narrowing. The master smirked.
"Good." He praised, stepping into the room more. His left foot kicked out and shut the door. "Now, your name?" The master asked, cocking his head.
"John Watson." John replied. The master nodded and stood so he loomed over John. "Your's?" John asked, a tiny sneer dragging at his lips.
"To you, Master." The master replied coldly. "To the other vampires, Sherlock." He shrugged and fixed his swirling eyes on John. "I hope you know why you're here." He said,flicking a hand.
"To be used as dinner I suppose." John shrugged, tugging at the chains on his wrists. Sherlock laughed.
"No, not that. My Bloodlets are that." He waved a hand. "No, you're here to become one of my consorts." Sherlock's eyes became cold again. "I've had one of my Bloodlets follow you for about a month you seem to be perfect for it." Sherlock had this grin on his face that made John want to vomit.
"I will not!" John snapped, fury building in him. How dare this vampire kidnap him and chain him up! Sherlock laughed again.
"Oh but you see, you have no choice. You are in my house, under my protection. See?" Sherlock held out a paper, one with the royal seal on it. John read it, cursing at each line. It said that Sherlock had been granted custody of John as a servant. John sighed angrily and shut his eyes. "So you see, you have too." Sherlock added, rolling up the paper. "being a consort is not that bad. You will do as I wish, night or day. You will not be fed blood but, I will most likely feed upon you during our activities." Sherlock told him, gesturing randomly with his hands. "Will send in my Head Consort to tell you more." Sherlock left the room and snapped the door tight. John sighed again.
A man with short, graying hair came in. "My name is Greg Lestrade. I'm Head Consort at the Holmes Manor." The man bowed to John. "You are?" He asked.
"John Watson." John replied, holding out a shackled hand. Greg shook it quickly before stepping back. "Master sent me to teach you all about being his consort." Greg yanked the desk chair over.
"Yeaa, about that, is there any way I could get out of it?" John asked, ringing his hands. Greg laughed at him.
"No! Master has had the rights to you signed over to him. There is no possible way to get out of being a consort! Not all bad though, you could be a Bloodlet, poor things. Reason they're all so thin is that they have their blood drained out every couple months. Master has them on blood rotation so he has a constant supply." Greg explained, his eyes sad as he talked about the Bloodlets. "They're fed wonderfully but, it never goes to their weight. only enough to keep them alive." Greg sighed.
"Sounds awful." John shuddered at the thought of being a walking skeleton like the Bloodlets.
"Yes well, they choose it." Greg shrugged. "Now, to being a consort. You must know the basics. First off, he is Master, no matter what. even in the heat of the moment he is Master. Say anything else and you will be beat." Greg warned, his eyes flashing. John nodded and clasped his hands together. "Second thing, you are there to pleasure Master, not yourself, do not whine if you do not get off. He doesn't care. Side note, he likes to go multiple rounds so ,you'll usually get off." Greg winked, it almost made John vomit.
"Third, Master cares for his consorts. He will ask you many times if what he's doing is okay. If it is not, he will not beat you. He is not like all the other Nobles. But, he will not take no if he asks for blood. That is his." Greg tapped his neck, John could see two pinpoint scars on it. "Do not, I repeat, do not take offers from other Nobles when he takes you out. That means you do not like Master and wish to leave. That is treason in the Noble world. With that, Master loves to show us off to the other Nobles. They all do. He will drag you out and expects you to play nice with the other Nobles and consorts. Not too nice though. Speak only when spoken too, stand behind Master and except food and drinks Master hands to you." Greg paused.
"This is a lot." John muttered. Greg laughed.
"Do not worry, it is easy to remember." Greg waved a hand. "Lastly, there is one other consort in the Holmes Manor, Molly. You are not to go anywhere near her. She is Master's special consort, reserved special times. Got it?" Greg's voice was an ice shard, piercing at John. The man nodded. "Good. A Bloodlet will be in to move to the consort hall." Greg left John. John waited, he was getting good at it.
A Bloodleet came in an hour later, a girl this time. Her red hair was cut very short, her dress hanging off of her. She undid his shackles and drug him to the other side of the manor to a short hallway. She showed him the second room on the left. She left without a single word. The room was tiny, a small bed, dresser and desk. He sat on his bed and saw there was no door to his room. Greg's head poked in.
"Why don't I have a door?" John cried, jumping up. Greg held his hands out.
"Master doesn't believe in privacy for his subjects. Especially his consorts." Greg explained. John wanted to punch the wall. "You'll get use to it I'm sure." Greg shrugged, opening the dresser. "There are clothes in here for you. Get dressed, Master has called us for dinner." Greg walked out to go to his room. Great, thought John as he pulled out simple jeans and a cream jumper. Dinner with my captive, fun.