Okay so here we are, Chapter 4. Im off on holiday on Sunday guys so no updates for a while, hopefully I'll be able to get one in tomorrow though. If not have a great week! And enjoy reading of course!


John should have seen this part coming really. Thinking of who Mycroft and Sherlock are, what kind of people they are. Scientists underlying. John shuffled back to his 'bed', which wasn't really fit to be called a bed and tucked his knees up to his chest, resting his chin upon them, silently crying, he had tried to be strong, tried not to cry but he just couldn't help himself. The man he thought loved him as much as he loved him had, after finding out what he was, thrown him in a cage, tortured and starved him and that was just so far. It had been around an hour since the blood was given to John and he was starting to grow exhausted, his eyes fluttering closed only for him to shake his head quickly to try and wake himself up again. John heard the door clicking open and raised his eyes, which were hooded by sleepy lids, to look into the darkness, Sherlock walking towards him. John swallows down daggers and quickly wipes his eyes as though both he and his brother hadn't been watching him all this time. Sherlock sits down by the bars and sighs, "You know John, everything would have been so much better…Easier if you had just told me what you are in the first place" He starts, John looks down, swallowing both rage and hurt. "Please Sherlock…Stop this" John begs, "Come here, John" Sherlock chants out…

"Come here, John" Casper whispers. It had been 2 weeks now since John had been changed and he was finding everything pretty…Okay extremely difficult to come to terms with. He was a blood-sucking, non-living, disgusting freak and he couldn't change that. As soon as he's away from Casper he feels an overwhelming urge to kill him, cut his fucking head off for condemning him to such an existence, but as John attends the more and more frequent calls Casper demands he feels so at peace, so safe with him. John could slip away from the camp easily. He would go to Caspers tent, he later found out that Casper was in fact in the army as a general, it only seemed proper he should be in a higher ranking, just in a different division to John.

John smiles and nods, going to Casper and sitting next to him, he reaches a hand up placing it softly on Johns cheek and running his thumb over it, "What is it, love?" Casper asks after a few moments, sensing something bothering john, as his creator John couldn't deny him anything, including a truthful answer to his questions. John swallows hard and flickers his gaze away from Caspers warm eyes, "I don't want to be this" John answers simply. Casper smiles softly, "Oh John, whats not to want. You get to stay young and alive forever, you get to be with me" Casper replies in a silky tone, John nods. Casper cocks a brow, "What's that?" He asks quietly, "Of course, Casper" John replies, moving his eyes back to meet the brunettes. Casper smirks, "Exactly, Johnny" He replies softly, pressing their lips together, John flinches and moves away, Casper frowns before narrowing his eyes at the blonde, "John. What is wrong?" Casper asks in a more demanding tone. John flickers his eyes up to the man standing too close to him, god knows what was different this time, maybe its just because Johns starting to come around to the idea he is now a vampire but he can feel anger bubbling inside of him towards this man. "You made me this, you caused this. You. Made me this monster" John states, raising his eyes to hold Caspers angrily. Caspers narrowed eyes stay that way and he gives a small growl and in the blink of an eye has John pushed against the flimsy wall, holding his wrist tightly, "You do not speak to me in that tone, John" He snaps, keeping his face close to Johns as he turns away the best he can. Casper tightens his hold on Johns wrist almost painfully, "John?" He repeats in an impatient tone, "Im sorry, Casper" John replies, feeling that same controlled feeling flooding back into him, also with the peace and safety even though the most dangerous thing to him right now was the vampire in front of him. Caspers sweet appearance pops up again and he smiles smoothly, letting go of Johns wrist, "Good, Love" He says softly, almost caringly. John nods and knows exactly what Casper wants so reaches up and presses their lips together. Casper was all in all a good master, he would get angry when John didn't do what he was told or 'used that tone' to him but other than that he was calm and caring, never making John do anything he didn't want to…

"John. Come here" Sherlock repeats as John doesn't move. John shakes his memories away and looks up to Sherlock, scanning his body for anything which might cause him harm, Johns primary instinct had kicked in and because he knew he was in danger his eyes were permanantly violet, not lid to lid. What was usually blue was violet. John didn't move towards Sherlock, he could smell no love or caring off of him, just coldness. Sherlock frowned as John didn't move and swallowed hard before holding his hand through the bars of the cage. John looked up as he saw a hand reaching out and a wave of scent floods to him, he could easily grab Sherlock wrist and drink from him but he couldn't. Not John. He vowed to never bite a human. Never mind Sherlock. John shuffles closer to Sherlock and reaches out his own shaking hand, to Sherlocks. Sherlock holds it for a mere second before John feels a sharp sting in his upper arm and the world starts spinning, John looks at Sherlock with pain in his eyes before the flutter closed. His hand going limp in Sherlocks. Sherlock blinked a few times at the unconscious form of John laying limp on the floor, he held tightly onto John hand for a few seconds, it had been so cold, and shaking, covered in his own blood...Well. The blonde was terrified. Sherlock swallows hard and takes his hand back, holding it to his chest and watching John for a few moments, doubt flickered through Sherlocks mind, he was hurt by the fact John didn't tell him, he didn't exactly run away from the idea of a vampire, no he wasn't scared he was hurt. And John deserves to feel the pain because of this…Doesn't he? Sherlocks mind whirls through thoughts before the door opening pulls him out, "Having fun yet brother dear?" Mycrofts monotone drawled…

Everything had just went black, the last thing he remembers is Sherlocks face, he thought he saw a flicker of…No he couldn't have, not after what he and Mycroft are doing. John wakes up hours later, screaming out as hes flooded with pain, a searing, hot white pain stabbing his chest. John coughs a few times a splutter of blood forced out of his mouth as he crawled onto his knees, the pain was almost rendering him unconscious again. John collapses onto his side, coughing up blood, and taking in gasping, wet breathes. He lets his eyes scan down his body to where he was injured. His chest. John pulls up his shirt, groaning in pain and trying not to move as much as possible. His breath caught in his throat as he saw a large red mark stretched out across where his heart is, John groaned, pulling himself up to the bed and holding a hand over his belly, not touching his chest. It was obvious what they'd done to him, John coughed out more blood, tears trickling down his cheeks and leaving tracks through the blood, "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" John used all of his strength to scream out.

Sherlock swallows hard as he watches John waking up, blood and tears splattered across his face. "Mycroft, don't you think this is going to far?" He asks, turning from the screen to where Mycroft was cleaning up, he stops and looks up "Caring is not an advantage Sherlock" Mycroft reminded him. Sherlock let out an unsteady breath but nods, looking back to the screen fixed on John. As John screams out Sherlock flinches. Oh god what has he done?


There we are. So Sherlock starting to show he really does care about John? so I'll see you guys in a week or so! Please send reviews it helps me a lot (: