a/n I don't own sherlock
chapter 1:
On a depressingly gloomy and dark and stormy night, Sherlock found a client at his hose. He'd been really depressed ever since his bf John had disappeared and presumed dead, he didn't feel like putting up with this kind of shit right now. Because he was secretly a vampire he was going to eat the human, until he'd actually seen her. He could see from looking at her she was 18, she had short, messy black hair with blood red bangs, and her eyes were icy silver and framed with black eyeliner. She wore a lacy, frilly black dress with puffed sleeves and a fluuffy skirt that came up to her knees, and combat boots and lacy gloves and a choker with a black crystal pendant. Sherlock deduced that she was goth and had three black cats.
"what is your name" Sherlock questioned. His voice he spoke with was very low and sexy.
"Severity Nightshade" she replied, looking afraid as if she could sense that he wasn't human. She though he was really sexy though, with ebony hair and ghost pale skin and gothicly dressed all in black with a trenchcoat with the collar turned up. Her heartbeat sped up intimidatedly. The vampire noticed the scent of her blood and thought it would taste delicious, but, for some reason he couldn't bring himself to eat her.
"Severity..." her name was intreeging he thought. "what are you doing here?"
She stared at the floor brooding, unable to meet the vampire's scarlet eyes. "my bf is mising and I think he was murdered"
Sherlock was suddenly reminded of John. Maybe the same thing happened, he thought. "ok I'll find him or at least find the murderer... ... ... for a price."