Disclaimer: I do not nor have I ever owned Sherlock. If I did I wouldn't still live with my mom.

Summary: Jim Moriarty always knew that Sherlock Holmes belong to him in every way. So when the detective is brutally assaulted after an argument with John Watson there will be he'll to pay... after all no one harms Jim's toys but him. However. unbeknownst to anyone the attack affects Sherlock more than he's willing to show.

A/ n: I am still working on the next installment for Malificent. It should be ready in a few days. So until then enjoy. :-)

**********************Chapter One***********************

He couldn't even remember what their argument had been about. John had come in from the surgery in an irritable mood and Sherlock had tried to be considerate of that fact, however somehow they still ended up getting into an dispute. The argument. had ended with John calling him a sociopathic freak and Sherlock storming out masking his hurt with anger. Now as he lay battered and bleed into in an alley only three blocks from Baker St. he found himself regretting the entire thing and wondering dazedly what had started it in the first place. His attackers a large group of broad shouldered drunk men, had long since fled and the detective shivered fighting the tears that wanted to overtake him so badly.

Footsteps, light almost inaudible, approached his prone form and he whimpered trying to force himself away from the newcomer.

"P-please. No more. "

He begged brokenly, flinching as a cold callous hand made it's way into his hair. "Sh, sh child. I mean you no harm. You did nothing to deserve such a fate. I will help you get revenge."

Came a smooth baritone voice a few pitches deeper than his own. Male. Married. Older than he appeared.

The broken man shook his head weakly. "No, I-I don't want it. I just want to go home and forget this night ever happened."

Suddenly the newcomer gave a cold laugh his hand tightening in Sherlock 's thick dark curls. "Seems I have chosen correctly. After all the best people to give power is those that do not wish for it. Brace yourself. "

Before Sherlock could question the warning the man wrenched his head to the side and bit down into his throat.

A silent scream of agony left the detective as a burning sensation rushed from the wound and spread throughout his battered frame, dimly aware of the newcomer stroking his hair gently and speaking to him in what sounded like Latin. He paid it no heed, focusing instead on the searing white hot agony coursing through him. It felt as if every wound he had ever been dealt had each reopened all at one before being doused in acid. Crying out the detective curled into a tiny ball shaking and trying to comfort himself through the pain. Distantly he wondered who exactly he had pissed of to be so brutalized twice in one night. He also felt his current assailant redressing him from the other assault.

"P-please. " He sobbed feeling his Monday strain under everything that had happened in the past few hours. "Make it stop! P-please! Please! "

"Sh, it'll stop soon. Sh, you're okay. They can't hurt you anymore." Soothed the man and Sherlock whimpered thanking every deity in the world as he slipped into blessed unconciousness.

John paced the room worriedly as he waited for Sherlock to return from wherever he had run to after their arguement the day before. The younger man hadn't returned to their flat after the fight which unusual even for the eccentric detective. In fact everytime they had an arguement, the man would storm out and go bother the Mets or he would lie on the couch while John storm out and went to the pub for a few hours. Then they would text the other to let them know they were alright.

Sherlock hadn't done either of those. He had phoned Lestrade already and the DI had informed him that Sherlock had never shown up at the yard and that they had been trying to reach him all morning. John had even tried to call the genius himself but the phone went straight to voicemail. At this point he was growing extremely worried and extremely desperate. He was about three seconds away from calling Mycroft for help.

Groaning, the doctor sank down into his chair, guilt coursing through him. This was all his fault. He come in from the surgery in a bad mood yesterday because he had lost a patient on the table and Sarah had been angry at him once more for snapping at her about her opinion of Sherlock. Of course the detective had tried to be helpful in his own way but instead of helping all he had done was piss John off more and he had snapped. Even now nearly ten hour later John could remember the brief hurt expression that had flitted across his friend's face as he called him a 'sociopathic freak with no regard for others. '

It made his heart clench painfully in his chest. Taking a deep breath he resolved to give Sherlock one more hour to reappear before he called in Mycroft to help look for him.

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"Did you sleep well, Childe? "

Came a silky baritone voice, the same voice from the night before. Sherlock ignored the question turning to get a good look at the owner of the voice. He was a male with long crimson hair that fell down his back in loose curls and calm mint green eyes. He wore a form fitting black suit that emphasized his large muscular physique with a matching black dress shirt.

Automatically Sherlock's mind began deducing.

Wealthy, extremely so but not overly conspicuous about it. Happily married for more than 20 years. Motherly Wife. Looks to be no older than mid thirties but is most likely older. Honest man with high morals but will retaliate if threatened. Tread carefully, supernatural aura. Status: Dangerous.

"Who are you? " He asked softly bypassing the man's question entirely. Said man chuckled not minding in the least.

" My name is Caderyn DeLaRose. I found you in the alley last night after you were beaten and... assaulted by those animals. Speaking of which, are you alright?" The detective nodded slowly, before hesitantly placing a hand over the spot where he had been bitten, wincing in rememberance of the mind numbing pain he had suffered as a result.

"What did you do to me? " He rasped noting absently that all of his senses felt enhanced, as if they had been magnified on an enormous scale. A sad look crossed Caderyn's aristocratic features and Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "What are you?

"Excuse me? "The man asked shocked and Sherlock frowned.

" You are not human, you can't be. You move with a strange, nearly feline gait. You are older than you appear, not just nuns few years but by decades. And last night when you... bit me, you said you were giving me is not something a human would say. In fact if I had to guess your species I'd probably say vampire or werewolf. What are you? What have you done to me? "

The creature blinked. "That was amazing. How do you did you do that? "

"I merely observed. "

"How?! You were practically half dead when I found you last night and know for a fact you passed out before you saw me. "

"As I said I merely observe. Now please, the question."

The elder male pouted. "Fine. I am a Vampire. There aren't many of us, in fact ours is the last coven left. "

"Ours? "

" Yep. You're one of us now ,pup. Don't worry it's not as bad as humans write in their little books. We are immortal...sort of. The only way to kill us is by beheading us with a blade coated in vampire blood. We drink blood but we don't take enough to kill. Generally we can survive on one pint of blood a week and human food but it is healthier just to have a glass of blood at breakfast, lunch, and dinner everyday, hence why we get ours from the blood bank.

Sunlight, crosses, and garlic do not affect us, that is a myth. We only need to sleep maybe three hours a week. And we stop aging once we hit 35 years old. Also your coven is your family. Your sire, me of course, is the you direct alpha. As such you will be compelled to garner comfort from them rather than somdone else. There are no laws, but if you tell anyone of your change make sure they can keep it to themselve I think that's it. "

Sherlock nodded closing his eyes briefly to absorb the information, startling as his sire took a seat on the bed and gently grasped his hand.

"What is your name, Little One. "

"Sherlock Holmes. "

Caderyn nodded then bit his lip. " Do you have anyone you need to call? "

Hesitating, the dark haired man nodded. "My flatmate. "

Smiling the elder handed him his phone and stood. My wife will be in shortly with you clothing and to help you get you crest. "

" My crest? "

"Yes. Everyone in our family wears one. You are family so you will need one as well. Lizzy, my mate, helps our children figure out how they wish to wear it, whether it be as a necklace, or a watch, something. Also, your siblings will be in to meet you after Lizzy. " Sherlock nodded dialing the familiar number of his blogger. Shooting his new childe a soft smile, the vampire left the room to give him some privacy.

The phone rang , once, then twice, then...

"Sherlock? "

Relief flooded the detective as the doctor's worried voice sounded on the other end.

" John. "

" Christ, Sherlock, where the hell are you? Do you have any idea how worried everyone is?! "

Despite himself, Sherlock flinched violently at the harsh rebuke in his friend's voice and bit his lip.

" John, I just stayed the night a hotel. I figured you needed time away from this 'sociopathic freak'. " He responded coldly, shoving his feeling into a room deep with in his mind palace and locking the door. He could practically hear the man's answering flinch and guilt.

"Sherlock, I didn't mean that and it was wrong of me to say that. I'm sorry. "

"John, Don't say sorry for being right.I'll be home later. Bye."

Hanging up before the other could speak, he gave a quiet sigh and tossed the phone onto the nightstand, before taking in his surroundings. He was a large elegant bedroom decorated in pale blues and soft creams. The bed he was lying on was a king sized pillow top covered in silk white sheets and a thick downy soft blue comforter. The floor was polished marble with glowing blue designs in it.

"This is your room, love. Whenever you wish to stay, this room is all yours. "

Sherlock jerked, startled, and turned his piercing silver-green-blue gaze tower the door. The woman standing in the doorway was gorgeous with long ebony hair and warm hazel blue eyes. She wore a sleek royal blue dress with crimson embroidery, that emphasized her generous bust and slender figure. Once more his mind set about deducing.

Caderyn's mate. Maternal. Russian descent. Physical age, 35. Medical profession, once not anymore, too much death. Loves children and small animals. Worried for... me?

Puzzled by that deduction, he tilted his head.

"You are concerned... about me. No one does that... other than John... and mummy on occasion. "

Lizzy blinked. " Of course I'm worried about you, sweetheart. You are my son. "

Shock hit him once more. " Really? "

No one had said that to him in years. His parents loved him of course, but they tended to fear his intellect and ended up treating him different from how they treated Mycroft. Ducking his head feeling a bit shy all of a sudden, he blushed at the raw hope in his voice. His sire's mate softened at his words and pulled him into a deceptively strong embrace.

"Of course, love. You are my son just as the others are my children. What's your name, Childe ? "

" Sherlock. " He responded softly curling into the embrace on instinct.

Lizzy smiled. "I've never met a Sherlock before. I like it. "

A tiny but genuine smile crossed Sherlock's lips shocking the vampire with how it transformed the already beautiful man.

His eyes warmed from their pale silver-blue-green into a pale turquoise, full pink lips curled in the slightest of ways. Shaking her head she pulled away from the embrace and stroked his hand with her own dainty ones. "So how would you like to wear our family crest, Lockie? "

Her son hummed thoughtfully then nodded to himself.

"I'd like to wear it as a choker, it's the most practical option. "

"Oh? "

" Yes, I work with my hands so can't get it as a ring. A normal necklace is much too loose... and I don't like anything wrapped around my arm."

He explained calmly as her stood and began to get dressed showing no care for modesty much to her shock. She had been the one to clean him up as he had turned and as such she knew exactly what those humans had done to her baby the night before. Not even her husband knew just how brutally the had hurt him.

"How can you stand being so exposed after what they did to you last night?"

She whispered and he blinked then gave her a grim chuckle.

"You are a woman and you are one of my mother's. Had it been any male but father I assure you I'd be alot less calm. "

Nodding the woman threaded her hand through his and led him from the room.

"Come , everyone should be in the dining room."

Sherlock said nothing, following her silently and observing everything around him. He noted that the house they were in was an elegant three story mansion. Bedroom approximation,anywhere between ten and twenty each with its own bathroom. The decor was a rather tasteful mixture of soft creams, velvety blacks,and silky blues. The floor was a nicely polished marble with the family crest painted in the middle. The crest was a crimson shield with a black border. Inside of the shield was a pale blue rose, two dangerous black vipers twined around the stem fangs poised for was admittedly a very nice design.

They stopped outside of a the dining room, realizing something very important.

"It's soundproof. "

Lizzy nodded. "All four of you siblings are mated to each other. It would be a bit strange if we could all hear eachother and since some couples don't seem to know where their couplings are supposed to take place we had to soundproof every room in the house. "

Nodding at the answer, the detective steeled his nerves and entered the room.

Inside where three male vampires and one female. His mind automatically deduced each one.

The first male was a slender male, his height with shoulder lenght blond hair and icy blue eyes. He wore a pair of tight blue jeans and a baby blue poet shirt.

Youngest. Gay. Mated. Older than appears. Likes stuffed animals. Wants children but afraid to speak of it. Profession: student at uni. Area of study: Photography.

The second male was built more like Caderyn's broad muscled frame and height. He had close cropped black hair and curious jade eyes. His skin was a smooth lightly tanned and went well with his loose crimson jeans and black vneck t-shirt.

Second Youngest. Gay, mated to the first male. Weary of strangers but willing to adjust. Above average intelligence. Former soldier. Wounded in action. Psychosomatic trauma in wrist. Quiet but not anti-social.

The third male was by far the easiest with his wild crimson hair and roguish grin. He was a pair of well worn blue jeans and a loose white wife beater that showed off his muscular frame.

Fun loving. Adrenaline Junkie. Caderyn and Lizzy's son biologically. Loves video games, especially the violent ones. Mated to the female. Protective of family. Profession: Mechanic.

And finally the female. She was a classical beauty with long russet curls and smooth Carmel skin. Her eyes were a warm hazel green that seemed to welcome him.

Oldest. Mated to the mechanic. Of native American descent. Cautious of strangers but not overly so. Fashion consious but not conceded. Pianist.

It took him less to make and log the deductions into his mind palace. Just as her finished, Lizzy ushered him into a chair beside the youngest.

"Everyone, this is your new brother, Sherlock. Lockie, dear, these are your brother's, Matthew "-the mechanic gave a lazy wave-" Jared, "-the soldier nodded in acknowledgement- " and Alec."- The blond gave him a weary look and cautious wave.-" And this is your sister, Emma."

"Nice to me you,Sherlock."

He nodded, shying away as Matthew moved to hug him, revulsion making his skin brother frowned, hurt.

"Ain't gonna hurt ya,pup. Just wanted to welcome ya to the family."

Sherlock hmmed at his words , but turned to Jared, repeating the same words he had said to john nearly six months previous.

"Afghanistan or Iraq?"

" did you-?"

"Your haircut screams military, not british though so american. Your hands and face are tanned but theres no tan line above the wrist. You've been abroad but not on vacation. Haircut,tan line, wounded in action, psychosomatic injury, afghanistan or Iraq."

He explained patiently, shrugging as they all stared at him. "That was amazing!" Alec exclaimed makinthe others nod in agreement. He frowned and tilted his head at the response, before pushing away his confusion at their reactions for a later date.

"Are you some sort of psychic? " Lizzy asked curiously and he shook his head.

"Consulting detective, only one in the world. I invented the job? "

"Consulting detective? "

"Yes. It means whenever the police are out of their depth, which is always, they consult me. "

They all nodded.

"So were you on a case when dad found you? " Emma inquired and his facial expression went blank. "No. "

"Okay so just to be clear you're not some sort of psychopath, right? " Matthew joked, only to blink as his brother shook his head. "High functioning sociopath. "

"You're serious. " Jared deadpanned and Sherlock nodded.

"Well, That's new. "

TBC...