Molly went to the bathroom and changed out of her torn floral blouse and bloody khakis. As she did this, she looked in the mirror. She examined herself for a minute. Her glowing skin had become pale and cold, her eyes ruby red like the depths of hell. She opened her mouth to find she had pointed teeth, and her canines had elongated She grabbed Sherlock shirt and slipped into walked out and sat on one of the chair and turned on the TV.
Ugh, daytime telly...
The windows were covered for no light to get on her and burn her, so she grabbed a blanket, and watched television until she fell back asleep.
Sherlock was at the local butcher getting blood.
"Hello, how may I help you?" said the butcher. He was a short American man and somewhat over weight.
"3 gallons of pigs' blood please." Sherlock replied to him.
"Whadda ya need that fo'?"He asked.
"An experiment." He replied to the butcher. "Why do you need to know?"
"Jus' curious."
"Well don't be." He told the nosy butcher as he was handed the blood.
As he walked out he ran into a dark haired woman.
"Excuse you, Mr. Holmes." She said. He knew that voice. "Miss me?"
It was Irene Adler. Sherlock glared at her.
"I don't have time to deal with your antics." He told her.
"I heard about your pet Molly, how she 'died'. I can help." she told him. "I won't hurt her."
"Fine. for now."
The two walked back to 221b Baker Street and found Molly watching some American soap. Sherlock checked to see if she was awake, but she wasn't.
"Ahh.. a Nosferatu... great." Irene looked at Molly. "Why don't you kill her?"
Sherlock glared at her. "No, I wouldn't do that to her."
"You have a crush on her, don't you?"
"No! She's just... close." Sherlock stopped takling as Molly yawned and sat up.
"Who's she?" the vampire asked.
"Irene." Sherlock told Molly.
"Okay.. I'm hungry." Sherlock handed Molly a bag of blood and she started to eat.
"So how do you know so much about vampires, Sherlock?" Molly asked as she wiped her lips of the red liquid.
"One attacked my mother, but she was quick enough to stop it and stake it, and I've been curious since." He explained. "I own at least 20 books on them."
"Sherlock Holmes, the purely scientific man, logically, no supernatural stuff, did research on vampires... wow." Irene thought aloud
"It's actually rather interesting." Sherlock defended himself.
"Whatever you say. What's your story, Irene. I never got your last name."Molly asked the woman.
"I can't tell you. Well, I'm met sherlock because of some things, and Stuff happened.."
"You don't want to talk about?" Molly asked.
"Yes." Irene shrugged. "Sorry."
"It's all fine."
"So... " Molly found it hard to break through the awkwardness and tension of Sherlock and this Irene. It was eating her up with what had happened between the two. " I'm going to throw my napkin away. She got up and checked te time. It was 8 oclock. Well, I'm going to go outside. Irene, Do you have anything I can borrow?"
Irene grabbed her black Coach purse. "Come with me. But, first, put pants on." Molly put on a pair of khaki pants that were Johns and left with Irene.
"So, What are we going to put on you?" Irene asked as Molly got out of the shower. "Something vampy."
"Clothes?" Molly suggested.
"Maybe..."
Molly was drying her hair when Irene found it.
The outfit was a black corset, tight red pants and black hight heels with spikes on them.
"This." Molly was amazed by her choice.
"Now, put that on, and then I'll do your makeup.
