The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return.
It was the year 1902, London was my prefered location for my work….consulting, that was my job, consulting detective, the one and only in the world, of course I made the job up, stocks and banks were never my forte, so dull so boring! My brother of course opted for the highest job London could offer, but me…no...I needed to feel the air on my face as I dashed about the dreary streets, needed the adrenaline, needed the blood pumping through my veins. Those were the days. The days of chasing criminals and bringing them back to scotland yard, the days of sunlight and the days of living. Of course thats all I seem to do these days, live...well not so much living but surviving, watching the world past as my lives mold into one. surviving until I met him, he was the most enigmatic human being I ever had the good fortune of knowing...his death…. his death.. no, no I can't write about it yet, why is this so difficult for me to put onto paper it has been 66 years and still I remember it like it was yesterday, but I can't talk about it now, I wont. But I will talk about professor James Moriarty.
He was a force that demanded attention, my attention, our affair began in 1900, we had met through scotland yard and had become quite friendly to say the least, he dominated me in all things including the bedroom but he could because he was James Moriarty, he had everything and he had me.
That summer it was the hottest we had ever been in the middle of Soho, Moriarty and I had been meeting in secret for a few months, if they had known back then we would of been imprisoned for sure, well not so much James he had almost everyone in London under his thumb, he could be invisible if he wanted and I admired that, in awe really of how intelligent he was so unlike the other men I had been acquainted with. We met at my residence every thursday night, he would silently walk up the stairs to startle me but it never worked I was far more agile, he would creep up behind me and savagely kiss my neck which seems ironic now given the two circular scars, but we would compete in dominance and of course he won, he always won.
"My darling Sherlock when will you learn that I will always beat you, now bend over I'm going to claim that magnificent arse of yours."
I always let him of course I did, I wanted him just as much as he wanted me, he was the animal that claimed my soul, I would pant, scream and moan from the sexual torture I endured, I had never been so alive in his company, he would pull, push and unwillingly take me but I needed what he gave me, he gave me adrenaline and the drugs to make it through the painful days, it was a small price to pay for a slow, antagonising death. He was the devil…
"Now stay still for me darling, I'm going to mark you, claim you and then fuck you until you can't walk...Sherlock….you beautiful thing, you will be mine, body and soul, I will possess you whether you agree or not"
I wanted to be his, to be owned, I remember the memories now and wish I had seen or noticed, how could I have not known what he was, until it was too late, he got what he wanted, of course he did, he wanted my soul and he got it.
I feel the two scars on my neck, they have faded now, it's been so long but it is not something I have ever forgotten, how I was reborn or how I died. It was my twenty seventh year and Mr Moriarty surprised me at Baker Street, I knew he had something for me he always did when he visited and this time the drug of choice sent me on a blissful high, I blocked out the whole world and embraced the affection Moriarty gave me, he drew his mouth to my neck and began to suck I moaned just like every suck, lick and bite, but this was different it was more powerful, more lustful and extremely painful, I hadn't known what he had done until he left me naked, bloodied and bruised on the wooden floor, my legs started to tremble and I couldn't move from the aching in my head, something was wrong, drugs had never done this before but there was a name for the new drug that was coursing through my body, death. My heart finally stopped beating after what felt like an eternity of hell, my body was reborn, I awoke to the sound of life outside my window, carriages were being pulled, woman were laughing and I could hear the rustle of the morning newspaper but I also felt the burn in my throat I needed something to quench my thirst, I remember looking around the room for something, anything. A champagne glass was sitting on my desk, with a small note accompanied. it read.
'Drink this my love and you will feel much better.'
The thirst took over as I lifted the glass and drank the red liquid, it was warm on my throat, I let out a sigh of relief as the burning sensation diminished. James Moriarty had taken my life and replaced it with a monster. I joined Moriarty willingly, he provided for me, cared for me and taught me everything to know about my new life, he introduced me to others like us and illuminated me on his past, he was the definition of evil I just didn't know it yet. I continued to deduce and work for scotland yard, although my aversion to the sunlight became more challenging as the years went on and eventually I could no longer withstand the sun, but I kept my business from behind closed door and closed curtains which proved beneficial for small insignificant cases where I did not have to leave the flat, it was challenging to endure the scent of human blood, I killed clients, drank them then left them, the scent was sometimes too unbearable to control, I was an animal and Moriarty took advantage of that, we used my charm and beauty to lure both women and men to our grasps, I watched as the light left all of them and I remember every single one, how they felt how they tasted and how they fought until the last breath. A professional killer and I enjoyed it, I relished in the chase especially with the women, I didn't have to work hard to claim them they would come willingly, they still do.
Miss Irene Adler was the very definition of a woman, she claimed the title and always took the situation that one step further, introduced by Mr Moriarty Irene was the embodiment of satan...in high heels, she mesmerised me with her flowing locks, red eyes and leather corset, so beautiful, I knew what she was by looking at her she was a killer like me and she loved it. Turned when she was twenty, far too young in my opinion but she was dangerous, she gave no mercy and took willingly, men did not stand a chance in her presence nor did I, she thwarted me at every turn and every deduction, it was a game and one I was loosing at, well...still am loosing at.
'I will always be the woman who beats you Sherlock Holmes.'
Her voice was always so seductive and sultry and Moriarty used us both to play the game of survival and we were good at it. I say were as it is past tense, but I will get to that shortly as it's quite a long story but I need to write it down now otherwise I never will, I need to be with him and this is the only way so I will proceed. where was I...ah yes...Irene Adler, she disappeared in 1945 after the second World War, it broke my heart to say the least, the many years we were together vanished along with her but she soon reappeared when she needed to, I was not so forgiving though, how could I be when Moriarty controlled my every move, I was a slave and there was no escape….Oh John..John why is this so difficult to remember, I remember every single day with you but my story must go in order, I will get to you soon my love. God I miss you. I will be with you soon.
AN: Is this worth continuing? I need to know i'm not too sure, I have had no inspiration lately so please help me out :)
