A/N: well I have become addicted to Sherlock! Like the BBC series...it is amazing! Well here is my story for little sherlock, warnings- slight non con and vampirism!

Summery- Sherlock is in very into his work, as we all know. The thing is though that sometimes he gets involved in things that he shouldn't. This is the story of one such case, the case that threw him into the world of vampires and the pain of having to come with the terms that the world is not as it seems. S/J, SLASH! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

The Great study of reality.

Chapter 1

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silky yet strong hand flitted over the pale neck, smooth and yet like stone. Marble, sherlock mad the slight connection in his head even as the wires in his mind were disturbed by the touches in the dark.

"Sherlock...what a pity, cats need to stay out of the way and when cats don't cats like you get taught"

The voice was deep but still it made him shiver, Sherlock had always thought of himself as A-sexual, a man with no sexual desire and only interested in his work...evidently he was wrong.

His skin light on fire, just by the touches and the gentle grazes of blood slicked lips. He wanted to speak ask his assaulter so many things, after all he was curious as to what a occult member would want with him.

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It had been so simple, he was called out to investigate some murder that as he was told was a 'bloody shame' a literal meaning to the bloody part. He asked John to come but he had a date with Sarah and he could not cancel though sherlock could see the regret in his eyes. Cause just like him he loved the murders the chases the thrills of finding the culprit. John though felt a need to seem normal though, it was just something that sherlock couldn't get. He didn't see why he should care about what anyone thought...it would be counter productive.

Feet crunched on the snow below him as he made his way to the bloody trail where Anderson, Donoven and thank the gods Lestrade. Without that man his addiction would not be satisfied.

"I see your point, quite the 'bloody shame'" he chuckled to himself as he knelt down by the bleeding body. "Laserations on the neck, looks like a animal has mauled her"

"But sher-" Anderson interupeted and sherlock threw a ball of bloody snow at him, which made him sputter in anger.

"Yes I can see there are footsteps...which means they were mauled...but by a human" He pulled out his pen light, seeing as the meager light that the other officer's used in this dark was not enough to pick out any details. "Well I think I need to follow those foot steps" He purred happy to have deduced that the killer was still here. He jumped up and followed the footsteps in the snow before he ran into a large house that seemed fairly unused...but it was a foolish thing to think, the occult members lived here of course and were very careful not to get found out.

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That was how he had ended up on the couch with his lower half naked being straddle by what he thought was a cult member. His mouth was frozen though and not even a groan came out as his nipple was toyed with.

"Curious, curious kitty..." The clawed hands ran down his front earning the male a shiver from Sherlock. "Curiosity killed the cat you know? But this won't kill you kill you kitty...no I am going to curse you and wait until you come back to me for answer...after you have killed everyone and anything close to you" He growled before the mouth went to his neck. What was happening next shocked the Consulting detective, his canines grew! They sunk into him and soon a cool burning liquid rushed through his vein's. This time he did struggle though and he kicked up, groaning the other got off him and retracted his fangs as sherlock ran out.

"Sherlock! There you are!" Came a wonderful voice, john sped up to him looking rather worried. "Your cold lets get you home before you catch a cold and I have to hear you complain for the next bloody week" He grinned in his oh so Watson like way.

Sherlock nodded, "Inside sounds wonderful" They made their way back to the body and sherlock refused to look at it, "The foot prints are old" he lied knowing they would eat it up, he was their god after all. Everyone even Anderson seemed agree...everyone wanted to go home.

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The taxi ride home had been a long one and Sherlock looked out the window the whole time, he had to figure out how the man did that! John had sensed sherlock was thinking and left him to his own devices and he to looked out the window.

When they got home Sherlock marched up the stairs and strait up to his lap-top to look up any dental procedures that could make sense of his encounter. John on the other hand had thought tea was a delightful idea and decided to make a cup of it, blowing on it lightly as he walked into the living room.

"Sherlock would you like a cup o- Shit!" He yelled as the cup slipped from his hand and crashed on the floor.

Sherlock and instantly looked over, "So clumsy...john" He said as the world around him slowed. John's finger slid along the sharp porcelain and cut deep enough into his finger so that a drop of blood came dribbling out...it was normal it had not been the first time sherlock had seen a cut...but why was for the first time he thinking, Tasty.

A/N: bum-bum! Ahhhh I just love sherlock but I wonder how he is going to take the whole vampire thing? R&R!