A/N: Thanks to all my faithful readers and to everyone who reviewed! Sorry it takes me so long to update, I've had final exams and writer's block:/ anyway, here's chapter 4. This one's short, but we're almost done! Keep reading & reviewing!
Dark Alleys, Dark People
Holmes wandered, desolate, through the empty streets of rainy London. There was only one person he knew of that could get him what he needed. He flashed a glance at a raven that perched on a street sign, and the bird let out a loud call as it took flight, its dark wings sodden and dripping. Holmes looked down at his feet again as rainwater streamed off his head and ran into his eyes. His shoes were nearly soaked through, and his feet were freezing. He felt a small twinge of pain as he stepped in yet another puddle of cloudy water, and he shivered- but not from the cold. Was he a monster? He didn't know anymore. All he knew was pain- but he had learned to love it, learned to savor the way his skin burned and tingled, the way his heart beat faster when his body was wracked with spasms. There was a fire, burning somewhere in the depths of his stomach, like a dark snake that uncoiled itself whenever he was in pain. It made him need more; it made him dependent, brought the great detective to his knees with want, desire, lust for the pain.
The pain was usually Watson.
Holmes didn't know when he had begun to love the doctor. Perhaps when they first met. Holmes had known, he had realized, that there was something special about this doctor. Something hidden. One night, when Holmes was drunk and fuzzy with opium, he somehow ended up in the doctor's arms. That first night was like heaven; neither of them knew what they were doing, what they would become. Holmes soon discovered that Watson was, in fact, a different kind of doctor. After clinic hours, when they were alone and no one could hear them, Watson would hurt him. Hit him. Cut him. Bite him. Anything that would make Holmes yell, make him go crazy with pain. And Holmes enjoyed it to the point where he would beg for more.
Holmes came to the entrance of a dark alley and walked towards it, allowing the darkness to swallow him up. "Who- who's there?" came a stuttering, nervous voice form the blackness. "You know me," Holmes replied confidently. "Y-you!" The voice sounded startled. Holmes heard something moving about, and then a figure holding a lantern appeared in the dark, hunched and shivering. "Aye," the figure said with a nervous grin. "B- been a while, eh, ma- master Holmes?"