Parents are arguing; thought I'd drown them out by trying my luck at a few 221Bs! Johnlock & Mystrade! Possibly OOC, sorry
John sat in his chair, reading the paper, with a steaming cup of tea beside him. The picture was so ordinary, anyone looking in would suspect the scene to be typical of any middle-class flat in London. Until a dark shape crept up behind him.
He didn't even flinch when Sherlock suddenly towered over him and hissed, spreading his arms out so his cape hovered over the two men.
"Sherlock, stop, I'm reading the paper," John mumbled, pulling the paper a bit closer.
"But I'm bored!" Sherlock whispered eerily. John rolled his eyes and smiled affectionately.
"So what made you decide to dress up like a vampire and stalk me?"
Sherlock huffed as though he were offended by the question. "I'm not 'dressed' as a vampire, I am a vampire!" He leaned down close to John's face so he would look at him, revealing fake fangs and hissing "Fear me!"
"If you're a vampire, how can you be in the sun?" John challenged, nodding toward the stream of sunlight let in through the drapes. Sherlock gasped dramatically and slowly fell to the ground, writhing and hissing in pain.
"Sherlock, you are hopeless," John said, taking a sip of tea as Sherlock weakly spoke.
" . . . need . . . blood . . ."