John H, Watson walked through the streets of London. There was no where he had to be, no where he was going, just strolling through the dark streets, lights barely storing enough light enough for his old eyes to see. Though he didn't mind being half blind to the darkness, matter of fact he could've cared less if he walked out onto the street and gotten struck by a car, truck, just about anything that could take him out. These days he had these feelings continuously following him about,
he felt as if there was a missing part of his life, as if there was something to do, though he couldn't find it.
Everyday had been the same ever since he had come back from Afghanistan. Wake up, bathe, eat, walk around and maybe chat with some old mates, and at the end try to sleep, repeat. He would never say it out loud, though he knew deep down he missed his days as a Army Doctor. Nothing happened to him, nothing needed him.
Even though these thoughts had plagued his mind, he can kindly admit that London has changed in a slight bit. Well when he says bit, mean creatures of the night making themselves known and ordering to be treated as a equal and not as monsters. Isn't that ironic, equal rights for monsters? Though he barely cared, mean what the hell are they going to do to him? Kill him, attack,
or pretty much anything harmful really. Even if any of that happened to John he was pretty sure he could take down a pesty wolf or a emo vampire. Rumors of these beings having some kind of non-human strength didn't scare him, they actually made him want to take one of the creatures down himself. These thoughts hitting his head and making him forget the inner melt down that was happening before, john began walk towards the location his flat was.
It didn't take John a second or two later to realize how far he had really walked from his somewhat cozy home. he began to curse at himself for even walking out this late, rubbing his face with his hands in frustration he had set off hoping to find any cabbie driving out this late.
Oddly though, it had actually seemed as if London was a ghost town. There was no one is sight, no sounds of anything, just a very unsettling silence that seemed to send shivers up John's back. After moments of not seeing any moving creature or thing, John gave up on finding a ride and set off on foot once again. This time walking faster then he had all night, he had a gut feeling that something wasn't right for this setting. He had honestly never heard London so quiet before, there was always some kind of a background noise either it was two arses snogging, or two gits about to absolutely murder each other. Turning down streets and trying hard not to trip by how fast he was walking, John almost thanked god when he noticed he was near his flat. Knowing he would soon be in his bed and tucked away from the cold streets john began to smile to himself, a thing that he didn't do to often.
He finally had begun to relax and slowed down his walking, he had looked up at the night sky staring at the stars, comparing them to nothing more than little white dots, which were still pretty pleasant. Maybe with all these changes in England, that something will catch a hold of him, new jobs, new people, new sexy vampire ladies. John chuckled to as he thought to himself. Maybe things will get better.
John's smile soon faded though, the unsettling silence had hit him once again. Making him even more tense and nervous, he practically almost went in a full on sprint towards his flat. Arriving there in less then 10 minutes. John rushed in slamming the door only to slide down in front of it, laying down to try to catch his breath. He laid there for a good 5 minutes before finally deciding to get up and perform his nightly routine. Soon after making sure everything was in place john had sat in a chair near his desk. Laying his head in his arms as he rested on the desk itself, John had wondered what it was to cause that horrifying feeling. He could still feel its effects, though ever since he got gotten inside they weren't as strong. Sighing he lifted himself and nearly dropped himself in his bed,
letting the hands of sleep basically cuddle him into a nest of forgotten dreams and night terrors.
Same morning, same routine. He had once found himself again walking around, no landmark anything only this time he wasn't foolishly walking around at night. He wasn't in a foul mood as well, he was just walking for the sake of walking. Though today he had noticed he was quiet absent minded, he would lose track of where he was, almost tripping on his feet. If anyone had really paid any attention to the man, they would've suggested he was drunk. Looking at something that had caught John's eye,
he didn't realize that his feet had decided they stood still long enough and he had begun walking without knowing. All would be good and fine if only John hadn't walked right into a very tall person, basically almost collapsing due to the sudden lack of movement.
His eyes widened as he dusted himself off and began to in a panic apologize for being a dumb arse and walking into the stranger. "Ah, I'm sorry for that wasn't paying attention." John chuckled nervously.
The taller figure fixing his blue scarf looked over John in a annoyed way and scoffed,
"Well, maybe instead of gazing at idiotic objects, maybe you can focus on actually walking correctly." "I said sorry, there's no need to be so hateful its not like I stabbed you." John said, obviously taking offense to the strangers rude attitude.
He may have almost knocked the man into the ground, but at least he went out of his way to apologize he could've ignored it all and walked off.
"While it might be true that you didn't stab me, I still don't take it kindly for humans just to basically smash into me." The taller man was glaring daggers at John at this point.
John had finally gotten a good look at the bloke. The man was at least around 6 '0, dark features, skin that almost looked just like a porcelain doll's own, a curly mess of dark hair that looked as if it would latch onto anyone who touched it, and his eye's they looked blue but John could also see a hint of green. Speaking of this Porcelain stranger's eyes,
they had seemed to carry a emotion with them. It had seem all sound has stopped and shivers had went up John's spine. From this John finally had knew why he had felt so terrified the night before.
Though John was sure this strange man had caused his distressed should he even confront him, would this man cause harm to John if he had said a thing?
"Alright, you've got questions." The man had said to John, noticing the change of expression of the shortest of the two.
John snapped out of his thought process pressed his lips together making a almost perfect straight line. taking in a breath John opened his mouth to speak,
"Who are you a-" John was cut off his sentence as the stranger interrupted him.
"The name is Sherlock Holmes, I'm a consulting detective the only one to exist in fact I created the job, I'm also a vampire, though as you can see I'm quite older and powerful if I wasn't why would I be walking out on this quite sunny and dreadful day." The man had spoke quickly, straight to the point.
John was taken aback, not sure on how to continue the conversation.
"The look on your face before suggested that you had found out my presence from yesterdays night, am I correct?" " You would be." John said looking at Sherlock with furrowed brows. "Ah, well before you go in some kind of panic mode, I was not in any shape or form stalking you, in a way I was protecting you." John snorted smiling in a sarcastic way.
"Protecting me huh?", John almost broke out in laughter as he continued, "Protecting me from what Mr, Consulting Detective." "Well I could tell you, though if you continue with your little attitude I might just walk away now and let the thing after you gut you like a pig." Sherlock snapping at John getting more and more impatient with this whole conversation. 'Gut you like a pig' echoed in John's mind, making him gulp as his nervousness increased.
"There's something after me?, Why?" John said voice slight shaking in a way.
"Here's the fun part doctor, I have no clue what so ever." Sherlock had said in a almost to bright tone. " All I know is you've done something to have this thing attach to you and have it stalk you until it finds a perfect moment to attack.", John's mind was basically spinning at this point. " And if it weren't for me you would probably be dead by now Mr, Watson."
John Watson awoke from his slumber, covered in a cold sweat. Breathing rapidly and very on edge he quickly looked around to see the environment which he was in. His breathing began to slow down as he realized that he was in the comfort of his own home. Sighing John sat up from his bed and began to rub his face. It didn't take to long for Watson to realize he had been in a completely different location before awaking, also him having no memory going home in the first place. John Watson, started to get up from his bed to use the rest room when a flushing sound had stopped him in his tracks, making him freeze as if he was a street performer making money by just standing in place. As soon as the flushing sound had ended the devil himself stepped out the door of the bathroom, dusting off his pants Sherlock looked up to see John Watson staring at him in absolute horror.
"Did, did you just use my restroom?" John staring at the man he had only met not even moments before, not even sure how the man gotten into the flat in the first place.
"Problem?" Sherlock said, adding in a sigh and straightening himself out, stretching out his back making him seem even taller then before.
"Sorta, yeah!" Watson almost yelling at the other, "How the hell did you get into my flat!", Sherlock taken aback by a sudden outburst, all he did was use the restroom - was a man not allowed to piss? Hell he should be paid dragging this mans ass back to the safety of his home!
"Well that's easy enough for me to answer and you to actually understand." Sherlock huffed, " It's simple, you blacked out because god knows what, I found your key's in your pocket which I used to unlock a door. Shocking isn't? Me knowing how to unlock a door with a key, I'm really stepping on up in the world."
"I blacked out?", John asked, finally finding out how he changed locations so fast.
"That's what I said didn't I, or was that even to hard to understand you might be even worse then Anderson." Said the taller man pinching the bridge of his nose, he began to walk across the room to take a seat by the desk that took to much space in the room in his own personal opinion.
" Who the hell is Anderson?" John questioned.
Well, that's what I have so far, hopefully If I get any feedback I can continue this.