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Chapter 4

John was in the washroom cleaning blood of his hands. The surgery had gone well and the arrow was now removed. Sherlock had been unconscious the entire time, and John had given him enough pain medication so he wouldn't suffer. After carefully washing his hands and tools John walked back up to the front of the tent were Sherlock was. John was about to enter the room when he heard Sherlock talking to someone. John poked his head around the corner to find Sherlock on a mobile device. John tried to listen in on the conversation but Sherlock ended the call.

"Who was that?" John asked entering the room. Sherlock looked up to John and replied "Just my brother, wanted to make sure he knew I was okay". John nodded not sure if he believed Sherlock and walked over to the side of the bed. "You shouldn't be sitting up. If you're going to heal then you've got to rest" John said sounding concerned. Sherlock seemed to pout at that. "I'll rest when I'm dead thank you very much". He tried to get up and out of the bed but failed to do so.

John huffed in annoyance "You think you'd be more grateful, I just saved your life and all". "But it's so boring in here. Have you got nothing interesting in this tent" Sherlock replied. "It's a medical tent Sherlock it's not supposed to be interesting". There was a silence before Sherlock randomly spoke up. "Why did you do it anyways"? "Do what "John asked back not following. "Save my life" Sherlock replied "What if I was on another side, fighting for another country. We were enemies not hours ago. We killed thousands of you!" Sherlock voice rose. John waited for a moment then replied.

"We killed thousands of you to. I'm tired of all this death. I couldn't just leave you there to die. No human should do that to another". John paused and voice turned angry. "Besides the war is over. It's not human vs. human. It's us against those monsters." He turned to Sherlock realizing he had turned his back to Sherlock. Sherlock's face looked slightly panicked. John felt bad bringing up bad memories and tried to reassure Sherlock. "Oh don't worry there all gone, besides." John walked over to his suit case where he had put the stakes. He lifted one up to show Sherlock. "See these works against them. I should know I took two down"

Sherlock seemed surprised and impressed by that."Really, you the doctor. The healer took down two vampires". "I used to be a soldier to, before I got shot" John pointed to his leg. "But enough about that" John said trying to change the mood. "We've got to get you healed up and back to your family" John smiled a toothy grin and Sherlock smiled a tight lipped one back.

Two days later

John felt like a total failure. No matter what he tried nothing was working. Sherlock just kept getting weaker and weaker. John couldn't find what was wrong with him, he simply wasn't healing right. John had found a friendship with Sherlock and didn't want him to die. He didn't know why, yes Sherlock was odd but for some reason he felt he could trust him. John still felt like Sherlock was hiding something but had been too busy to properly ask.

At this moment John was preparing a needle to take a blood sample. It was the only option left. He had had already tried but Sherlock won't comply. A fear of needles perhaps, a history with drugs? John didn't know why but Sherlock wouldn't let him take any blood. At first John had complied but had no choice now. Sherlock was just not recovering. John had never come across anything like this before in his career. He was getting a blood sample whether Sherlock liked it or not.

John walked with the needle in hand around the corner into the part of the tent were Sherlock's bed was. Only to be surprised, Sherlock wasn't in his bed. This shocked John into dropping the needle. Sherlock had been too weak an hour ago to accomplish such a feat." Sherlock" John called out, but got no reply in return.

John immediately knew something was wrong. He walked over to his suitcase moving slowly but absorbing his environment. John opened the suit case only to find it completely empty. John mumbled a curse quietly under his breath he was now completely defenceless.

Suddenly there was a noise from the back were John kept his medical supplies stored. "Sherlock, is that you?" John asked out. Still no reply. So John walked over to the sound ready for anything. He was greeted by a closed door. John never closed the door. He opened it to see Sherlock bent over the small freezer. His back to john and holding something to his face. John physically relaxed "Oh Sherlock it's just you! Good to see you up. You know I could have..." John would have continued by was hit with a feeling of dread.

John could not see what Sherlock was holding to his mouth. "Sherlock are you okay?" John put both his hands on Sherlock's shoulders. Sherlock turned around and stood up making a sound like an enraged animal. John stepped back shocked by Sherlock's appearance. Sherlock was holding a half drained blood bag in his hand. His eyes no longer blue but a crimson red. His mouth was opened in a snarl, blood dripping down his face. The worst was the long pointed fangs, the mark of the vampire. And those fangs were coming right at John.

Sherlock moved like a blur but john was closer to the door. John jumped back and slammed the door behind him. Sherlock was fighting trying to open the door and come after John but John succeeded after much struggle. John heard a howl of disappointment and the sound of clawing on the door.

John couldn't believe it Sherlock was a vampire. At that moment he only felt betrayal. John had truly started to believe Sherlock to be his friend, the best friend he had ever had. John waited focusing on keeping the door closed not sure what to do. The stupid door didn't lock.

So he waited trying to think of a plan. John wasn't sure how long he waited till he heard a voice from the other side of the door. "John" Sherlock asked sounding unsure for the first time. A pause before Sherlock continued "John, I know you can hear me." "What do you want?" John yelled through the door. "Well I would appreciate you letting me out" Sherlock replied. "Why the hell would I do that? So you can drain me dry and tear me to shreds. I can't believe your one of them" John letting the felling betrayal come through.

"Well I couldn't just say, guess what John I'm a vampire" Sherlock said "I mean look how you're reacting now" "How I'm reacting?" John replied amazed. "You just tried to attack me". Silenced filled the tent. Minutes ticked away before Sherlock answered. "John I wasn't in the right of mind. I had lost allot of blood. Its different for my kind. We attack anything that smells vaguely human until we get our fill. My instincts took over." Sherlock explained as if giving a school lesson before turning sincere. "John I'm of no danger to you now".

John laughed "seriously how do I know this isn't just a trap.' "John" Sherlock suddenly yelled making John so quiet. "I've made a terrible mistake. Do you remember how I made a phone call?"Sherlock sounded really worried. "Yes" John answered nervously. "That wasn't to my family. It was to others, others like me. I told them about you. They're coming tonight at midnight. To rescue me and take you to the factories".

John checked his wristwatch seeing it was midnight in ten minutes. "I can help you get away John. You just gotta let me out." Sherlock said urgently. John couldn't decide it seemed like death either way. John still felt like he could trust Sherlock although everything screamed not to. It would be better to die on the battlefield then let himself be taken John thought to himself. So John stood up and opened the door.

Sherlock walked and loomed over John. John prepared himself for the end. He closed his eyes ready for pain and then death. Instead he found himself shanked. John opened his eyes only to find an annoyed Sherlock. "What are you doing, we've got just minutes left". Sherlock ran to the front in strides apparently now completely recovered. John hurried after him. Sherlock walked over to his medical bed and pulled a stake out from under the mattress. "You took them" John asked. "Obviously. I couldn't have you staking me" Sherlock replied.

Sherlock handed the stake to john and started rushing around the room collecting things and putting them into Johns suitcase. John held the stake uncertainty in his hand. "You know I could stake you now and escape" John said. Sherlock smiled "If you were you won't have told me, you would have already done it". The suitcase was already half full but Sherlock continued rushing around. Saying things like " You'll need this and this, god you humans are so fragile". He seemed to completely forget about John.

"Sherlock…" John said but Sherlock had apparently not heard him. "Sherlock"! John yelled. Sherlock stopped and focused back on John. "Why are you doing this anyways, helping me? What could you possibly gain?" John said. Sherlock paused putting a finger on his lip thinking before replying. "Nothing John, absolutely nothing" Sherlock put his hands on Johns shoulders and they looked into each other eyes. " You're different John, special. You deserve a chance. Now go and don't waste this"

Sherlock pushed the suitcase into John's arms and pushed him out the back tent flap. John turned to Sherlock not sure what to say and breathed out a "thank you". "Just go already there here". Sherlock replied from somewhere inside the tent. So John did with a suitcase in one hand and a stake in the other John disappeared into the night. He did not see Sherlock for many years and both of them had greatly changed.

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