AN: Once again i begin the tedious journey of writing a long, slow-build story. The title of the story, Amour Dans La Glace means Love in The Ice. Yes i know my french is...not french. I'm learning, i got that out of the phrase book thing! So i half expected it to be wrong or something. Aaaaanyway, AU once again for my friend who loves AU. You know who you are! I hope you're happy with the way it turned out! Anyway yes, this is one of those vampire stories. I'll try not to make it cliche so yeah, i hope you like reading it!
Prologue
"This world doesn't need people like you Sherlock Holmes. You're too kind to be a monster. What they need is someone whom they can depend on, someone who can show them the right attitude. They need a leader, a father. Someone like me," the man says, his voice dripping with menace. He twirls across the floor, leaning on his cane and stopping before the other who is trapped up to his torso in ice, arms frozen in at his sides, he is helpless.
Defiant blue grey eyes stare out at him, "There are those who are different. I consist of that difference!" at that a smirk spreads on the man's lips as he trails his finger lovingly down Sherlock's chest, teasing him. "Just imagine Sherlock, had you not taken pity, had you not had a change of heart, you could have joined me. We could have spent our time lording over the world together. Bringing humans under our feet. Making them serve us. We would have been gods!" he exclaimed, gripping Sherlock by the chin and bringing the man's face close to him, brushing his lips against Sherlock's, "We would have made the perfect couple," he whispered, his lips by Sherlock's ear now, his breath warm.
"We would never have made a couple," Sherlock spat, "we were too different. We were always different. You never saw it…I never saw it… I thought I could get you to help me, looks like I was wrong," Sherlock growled, disappointment and regret coursing through him as he looked to the man that stood before him, his lover, his killer, "Get your bloody work done and kill me already," he seethed through gritted teeth his body numbing as the cold seeped into his system.
The man tutted, shaking a finger at him, as he ignored his accusations, "No no no, that will be no fun at all. What I'm going to do, is to make you forget everything," he said twirling his fingers in a pretentious magician's gesture. From out of his pocket he produced a syringe with a red fluid. "This…" he said shaking his head in mock disappointment, "This is another of your precious concoctions. You remember what it does don't you?" he taunted, seeing Sherlock's eyes widen in horror.
"When you wake," he said laughing to himself, "that is if anyone can find you in here, you will have no memory of me. You will be tormented by the mysterious identity of the person who locked you away in the ice. Wouldn't you just love that? Knowing that you need to get revenge but not knowing who to kill?" he laughed again then moved in closer, jabbing the needle into his body just above Sherlock's heart.
In seconds, Sherlock's world was in a haze, his memory foggy as he looked to the man before him who was smiling at him with that wicked smile and lazily leaning on a cane with a golden eagle settled at the top.
"Sleep well my love," the words came at Sherlock, whispered and muffled as his eyelids drooped and his head dropped forward.
"Nothing shall break you out of this spell. Not until you find someone who is willing to dedicate their whole life to you like I did. Not until you find someone who can love you like I did. Until then, you shall sleep my dear Sherlock, encased in ice to preserve your beauty," the man whispered. His lips moving in the incantations of a spell now as the shards of ice began to lengthen, growing and enveloping Sherlock in a coffin of ice.
Smiling sadly, the man stood back to survey his work, touching his hand to the cold surface of the ice as he finished the spell, sealing Sherlock in. His eyes looked for what might very well be the last time on the face of his beloved, his heart freezing over in the same way. Somewhere inside of him something broke free, relief flowed through him. He knew that this was it. He was changed forever.
The man turned away, his cane swinging in his hand beside him as he left the dark recesses of the cave. He spread the word of the legend of a gift-granting god that was trapped, frozen in ice and hidden in the cave systems. Over time it became just that, a legend that people in those parts told to their children and their children's children. An old wives tale some would call it. Adventurers set out to find him in hopes that he would grant them wishes if they set him free yet no one ever found the man frozen in ice. Still he was there, locked away in the deep recesses of a cave, frozen in ice, Sherlock Holmes, his body frozen and eyes closed until the day when his savior would come.
Days became weeks and the weeks turned into months. Many years passed and the seasons changed and still no one ever found the man frozen in ice. The seconds never stopped ticking and the world never stopped turning. Very soon, centuries had gone by and there was not a trace left of the man frozen in ice.
The one that had first put him there, the one that had trapped him in ice, he too had also let that little bit of information slip away into his past. With the passing years, his fears were quelled. He believed that there was no one in the world that would ever be able to love that man like he had. No one would accept Sherlock for the monster he was when they found out the truth about him and it was just as well. Still, he amassed an army for his own protection, spreading his children around the world. His was an empire, a government of sorts and he the ruler of it all. However if Sherlock were to ever awaken and to regain his memories…then god help him, he would be in trouble.
It was however fate that brought the sleeping man a savior by the name of John Watson, a vampire hunter who had been in the midst of a hunt and had chased a vampire down the wrong hole. Leading him to the discovery of the man trapped in ice and that is where the story begins.
AN: Okay so do comment on this prologue leave me your thoughts, if they're good or bad. Ideas that i can incorporate are also welcome. Also, it might be a little while before i can actually churn out the first chapter. I've got other fics to tend to as well. I'll try to update this as quickly as possible though! So yep, leave a comment and I'll see you in the next chapter!