Knock…Knock…Knock
Caroline shifted underneath her blanket, groaning groggily.
Knock….. Knock…..Knock.
She opened her eyes ruefully, tilting her head to glance at the digital clock on her tiny night stand. 3:00 A.M.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
"I'm coming." She shouted, moving off the bed. The knocking continued. She shook her head, mentally cursing whoever it was. She reached the flat's door and swung it open.
"What do you want?" She shot out venomously, ready to rip out the sleep interrupters throat. Her eyebrows lifted immediately however at the site of said interrupter. "Sherlock?"
The consultant stood outside the doorway, his hands tapping the wooden frame energetically. He donned his usual extra long coat with his scarf wrapped haphazardly around his neck. His sky eyes looked oddly excited, more so than usual.
"Good morning, Caroline." He nodded as he moved past her into the apartment.
"Morning." She shut the door and watched him roam around her place warily.
"Why are you here? At three in the morning? Wait" She realized something. "How do you know where I live?"
He sighed and plopped himself down on her couch. "Immortal you may be, Miss Forbes, but you are most certainly not elusive. The real question should be how could I have not found your address. You go to no links to cover your tracks. Surprising, considering you are a part of a predatory species referred to for centuries as hunters." He looked around the room in his calculating manner, taking in everything from her newly purchased magazines to her picture frames on the mantel above the tiny fireplace.
Caroline opened her mouth, struggling to respond with a witty retort. He continued on with his scan. She gave up a moment later with a sigh. "And why are you here?"
"I am bored." He said the words slowly and with disdain, suddenly resembling a petulant child.
"You're telling me you came to my apartment at three in the morning because you were bored?" She shook her head in disbelief, only a part of herself surprised at this. "Most people are sleeping at this time, Sherlock. I was until now."
"It's not as if you need to sleep. You are a part of the undead." He moved his gaze from the photograph of a group of teens he was examining to her.
"Thank you for reminding me." She rolled her eyes sarcastically.
"Not a problem. " He responded automatically. "Are we done with the inquisition now because this hasn't quelled my boredom at all." He leaned forward, resting his chin on his folded hands, his eyes wide and expectant.
Her head tilted to the side, a habit of hers when she's confused. "How am I supposed to help you stop being bored?"
He half smiled at her, "I have some theories." He stood up from his seat and moved towards the door. "And we have the entire night to test them."
Caroline closed her eyes momentarily, wondering how she had stumbled into this new life style of random adventures with a detective consultant. As if life as a vampire wasn't complicated enough, she added an excessively inquisitive man to the mix.
"Coming, Miss Forbes?" He popped his head back in the doorway, his eyebrows raised.
She sighed, opening her eyes. "Yeah, I'm coming. Let me get my coat."