Iris danced slowly as Kodaline played "Pray" at the small concert, her body moved and swayed in almost perfect harmony to each change of note. The cigarette lighter in her hand giving out a single flame, moving and dancing as Iris swayed from side to side.
"I'll pray for you, do you pray for me?" Iris sang in harmony with Kodaline. She wrapped her parker coat closer around her body, mid October was cold in London especially at 9pm in Hyde Park. The lighter in Iris's hand suddenly burnt her skin and she dropped it, as it fell to the ground Iris followed it with her eyes but she saw something in the corner of her eye. A gun, and a knife, two men moved quickly through the small crowd, cutting past people and getting ever closer to Iris.
"Shit." She hissed and pulled her coat hood over her head to hide her face, cutting swiftly through the crowd she made it to the edge and broke into a run. As Iris ran through Hyde Park she felt two bullets pass close to her, one of them almost hitting her. For a few seconds she couldn't work out why she didn't hear the gun fire but quickly realised that the gun must have been fitted with a silencer.
Iris slipped on the wet side walk and almost lost her balance and she fell to the left. Quickly regaining her balance, she continued running towards the main street, she could still hear the two men behind her but knew, well hoped she could out run them. Suddenly she reached the road and quickly without thinking she turned shapely to the left, running down the side walk towards Barker's St. She pulled a small glass bottle out of her pocket and smashed it on the side walk behind her, as it shattered the liquid inside burst into flames, stopping Iris's pursuers in their tracks. She didn't stop to see who her pursuers were, she already knew but at that very moment she didn't care, all she wanted was to get somewhere safe.
She didn't slow as she rounded the corner to Baker's St, as she reached 221B she stopped and rang the door bell, panic rising in her chest. Mrs Hudson quickly opened the door and was surprised to see the young woman standing in front of her, but before she could ask who she was Iris was running up the stairs.
"Who the hell are you?!" John demanded as Iris burst through the door.
"Wolves bane." Iris said through a panted breath; her eyes filled with yellow and she fell to the ground.
"Iris!" Sherlock shouted and jumped from his chair to her side. He knelt down on the floor and rolled her onto her back so she was facing upwards; her eyes hung open, the yellow slowly fading back to icy blue.
"Iris?" Sherlock questioned as he held her hand up in a fatherly way.
"Sherlock, who is she?" John asked, standing up from the sofa and walking over.
"My niece." Sherlock replied, he ran his left arm down Iris's back and removed a small dart with a tiny amount of pale green liquid in it.
"What is that?" Lestrade suddenly said, he had been sitting in John's chair explain to Sherlock why he wasn't allowed to fire a gun in his office.
"Well judging by what Iris just said it's wolves bane." Sherlock said and looked up at the DI, Sherlock picked up his niece and laid her on the sofa where John had been sitting.
"Wolves bane?" Lestrade asked in a confused voice.
"Did you have no childhood?" Sherlock said in a slightly harsh way. He arranged the pillows on the sofa so that Iris would be more comfortable when she woke up, then he turned to John.
"You see that tattoo?" Sherlock said and pointed to Iris's right hand. John looked at the tattoo and his eyes widened with shock. The tattoo was on the left side of the lower part of her palm, it was a pentagram, on the outside of the circle there were five symbols each lined up with one of the spikes and in the middle was one last symbol that finished the tattoo perfectly.
"I've seen that before." John said in a worried voice.
"I know." Sherlock replied.
"Wait I've seen it as well," Both Sherlock and John looked up towards Lestrade as he spoke. "We arrested a man with that tattoo about three months ago, it's a miracle we court him, he was so fast it was inhuman."
"What was his name?" Sherlock asked.
"Ummm, I think it was something like Woodgate, yeah it was Steven Woodgate." Lestrade said as he remembered how horrible that case had been.
"Why did you arrest him?" John asked.
"Well we charged him with kidnap but that's only coz we couldn't prove that he was trafficking women." Lestrade sighed heavily and looked down at his feet. "We never found the poor girls."
"That's because they were hiding." Said a tired and shaky voice from the sofa. Everyone turned around to see Iris sitting up on the sofa, her eyes an eerie yellow. She tucked a strand of her long blue side fringe behind her ear and looked around.
"Who are they hiding from?" Lestrade asked, not noticing the yellow eyes.
"The Kinsley brothers." Sherlock said, more to himself then to Lestrade.
"And other hunter." Iris said and sat up properly.
"You said you arrested Steven Woodgate?" Iris questioned.
"Yes, why do you asked." Lestrade replied.
"Good, I hope he roots in prison," Iris said in harsh unforgiving voice. "He destroyed my life and I will dance on his grave when his is dead."
"He kidnapped you?" Lestrade asked in an unsure voice.
"No, he never kidnapped anyone, he lures you in, waits until you trust him, takes you to a quiet place, tells you it will all be ok and the next thing you know he's kissing you and you don't fight him off you can't fight him off, and then there's a shape pain all over you body and you can't move because it hurts so much and you open your eyes and look up and he's just looking at you and his eyes are yellow but you're not scared, well I wasn't." Iris said in a cold voice. "I loved him so much, trusted him with my life and then he tore everything away from me." Her eyes were burning yellow and the veins around her eyes were starting to turn black.
"But he didn't count on you being a Holmes." Sherlock said and walked over to Iris, putting a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down a bit.
The yellow faded from her eyes and she looked up at her uncle. "No he didn't." Both John and Lestrade just stared at Iris, not really knowing what to think.
"I do apologise for turning up like this uncle, but there were people trying to kill me." Iris said and stood up.
"Huum." Sherlock said and looked at his niece.
"You love me really." Iris chirped and walked into the kitchen.
"I wouldn't call it love." Sherlock said.
"Whatever." Iris said in return.
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Link to Pray by Kodaline. watch?v=7tJ6DPRctno
