Summary: Vampire in Hiding
This is just a quick summary of what happened in the first Vampire in Hiding. If you don't want to read the first one then this should give you a rough guide to what has happened. It may be easier to read the actually story first.
John is a 196 year old vampire. Sherlock finds out he is a vampire. They fall in love. John's old lover, Alexander, kidnaps John. Mycroft and Lestrade find out about John's vampire-ness and are shocked but soon recover. Mycroft, Lestrade and Sherlock rescue John and the two Holmes brothers make him regain consciousness. Alexander gets destroyed. In the epilogue, John and Sherlock are all happy and loved up when it is revealed that John's mother, who is a vampire, is paying them a visit but will she be a friendly vampire like John or thirst for power and is evil like Alexander.
Vampire's Secrets
John ran his cold fingers through his cropped hair. My mother?! I haven't heard from her in 25 years. Not since I left Alexander. She had almost begged him to return to the affluent, powerful and handsome young vampire. That is why John left for Afghanistan in an attempt to break all ties with his family. John could feel his fangs descending and his pupils expanding until there was almost no colour surrounding the black of the pupil. His body was preparing to defend itself. He was going to have a lisp thanks to the fangs.
His breath was coming in short sharp bursts not helping him calm down.
"John?" Sherlock waited a few seconds for the vampire to stop and face him but he didn't. Instead the doctor carried on pacing the room quickly. "John? Please. You need to calm down."
"Calm down? Calm down? Yes! Of course. What an excellent idea! Why don't we all calm down and have a smashing little tea party with blood of every type and at the rate we are going that blood will be a majority yours!" The doctor spoke sarcastically at a pace Sherlock himself would have been proud of. When the detective's brain had registered the words his brow furrowed in confusion. This isn't like John. What's changed? ... His mother's visit. So what is wrong with his mother? The doctor continued to rage and rant as the taller man's mind wondered.
A sudden smashing brought the detective's attention back to the room. His eyes quickly located the source of the noise. John's tea cup of blood lay in pieces on the floor with the liquid that was once inside trailing thickly down the wall. Mrs Hudson isn't going to be most pleased.
Sherlock looked up at where his partner was furiously marching in circles. He was travelling much too fast for any human walking speed. It was more like a human's running.
"John! Please. Calm down! I don't like you like this. It scares me." The detective barely whispered the last lines but he knew the vampire would be able to hear his whispered confession over his own fuming mumbling.
The doctor suddenly stopped and turned swiftly to face the genius, "Sherlock, you don't understand," John put emphasis on each and every word making sure that there would be no confusion, "No. Not at all. You see, Sherlock. You may believe you had a bad childhood of bullying and boarding schools but I'm afraid I can beat that hands down. Yes, bullying and being away from your family is terrible but I would have killed to get away from my family. That's not because of the usual teenage disagreements but because they enjoyed being monsters. They enjoyed watching the life seeping out of a person's weak helpless body. They had fun. They made it a game. They tried to be creative when it came to their victim's deaths. Not like me, no. They enjoyed telling the person their death was coming. They liked watching the weak pathetic humans struggle to break free. They could kill a person in one blow but they choose to make the person suffer psychologically and physically. They would catch people, half drain them then watch the person attempt to pull themselves away but the lack of blood makes you humans ever so entertaining. You become weaker and have to pull yourselves along by your fingertips. It makes us laugh. Your poor little fragile bodies pushed to the breaking point before we walk up to your squirming remains of a body and crush your skulls with one finger."
Sherlock looked up at the doctor confused as they doctor changed the way he was wording his sentences so they now included him. John isn't a violent vampire but the drop in his voice certainly made him sound threatening. He wouldn't do that. He is kind and friendly. He would protect us from his family. That must be why he fled his family and their cruel ways. John's cackling interrupted Sherlock's train of thought.
"Ha ha ha. We had such fun. My favourite was when we hung you upside down like geese at a butcher and drained you... for fun. The repetitive drip... drip... drip of the crimson liquid is like a symphony to our ears ... and now Mother is coming! Oh we will have such easy pickings in such a large abundant city. It will be time to feast!"
John suddenly fell down onto his knees. Clutching the sides of his head in his powerful hands. Sherlock could see the pressure the doctor was applying to his skull. He knew that the pressure would have already broken any human skull. He wanted to tell his doctor to stop but he feared angering the ferocious creature. The doctor scrunched his eyes tight against the pain that was coursing through his veins. Sherlock rose almost silently from his seat and made his way towards Lestrade without making any noise. Drawing the vampire's attention was something he definitely didn't want to do. Both detectives in the room stepped back from the vampire.
John threw his head back as a deep grumbling sound reverberated throughout his chest. He let his mouth hang open as he licked his thin lips quickly with darting movements.
The vampire's eyes suddenly shot open to allow the doctor to stare at the pale ceiling. His head suddenly rolled to the side as if he couldn't hold up the weight. His eyes boar into Sherlock's as he attempted to steady his breathing. The detective and the DI shuffled back to increase the distance between themselves and the vampire.
Sherlock frowned as he stared into John's eyes. Instead of their being the doctors normal deep expressive pupils there was something else. The entire eye was blood red. There was no pupil, no iris and no white of the eye, purely red. The doctor panted obviously out of breath. He stayed crouched on the floor while a deep hiss escaped from his mouth.
The doctor suddenly emitted a blood curdling roar that was unsuited to the man's small size. Sherlock stepped forward swiftly in an attempt to reach his lover and hold him close to his chest. John halted the detective's progress but flinging one arm out with his hand stretched up in a stop sign.
"No." John managed to croak out.
"Why? John, tell me! What's wrong?" Sherlock wanted to reach for his blogger and never release him. John still held out his hand to stop Sherlock.
If the detective was closer he would be able to see the red in John's eyes moving as his eyes darted around the room. The colour moved independently from the actual surface of the eye as if the inside of the eye had filled up with blood.
John released a fearsome growl which turned into a scream. Sherlock attempted to leap forward but Greg pulled him back.
The vampire took deep breaths until he froze and became motionless. Lestrade's arms around the detective loosened as they watched the doctor sit stock still. John suddenly shuddered and turned his head to the detectives.
The human men stood watching in confusion as John opened his eyes. The redness was disappearing from his eyes. It looked as if the blood was draining out the back of the vampire's eyes.
The doctor let out a ragged breath before smiling apologetically at the other two men. John stayed where he was while trying to regain control over his breathing. The consulting detective and the DI stayed a distance away from the man on the floor weary of what he could do.
Shakily, John got to his feet. He had to lean against the detective's armchair to support himself.
He was back to normal save for the fangs and blown pupils but at least he had seemed to have control over himself.
"Sorry." The S made the vampire's lisp prominent and the side of Sherlock's mouth twitched up creating a half smile.
"What. Was. That?" Sherlock stayed away from his lover in fear of the man losing control again.
John cringed, "I'm afraid I haven't been completely honest with you."
Both the detective and the policeman raised their eyebrows.