Warning: this chapter is where the rating of T comes to play...
It all happens so fast that Sherlock's quick brain barely has time to register what's going on. He suddenly finds himself on the ground, Jim Moriarty straddling him, grinning down at him with those sharp fangs.
"Hullo, love," Jim says, running a finger down Sherlock's prominent cheekbones. Jim leans down close to his face, "Are you ready to play, Sherly? Cause I am. And here's my first move."
He snaps his fingers and there's a cry from John. Sherlock strains his neck to try and see his friend. He can see a dark blur on the ground in front of Sebastian. John.
Sherlock turns his gaze on Jim. "I told you to let John go!" He screams up at him.
"And did you think I'd listen?" Jim laughs. He tightens his thighs around Sherlock, making sure that his arms are pinned to his sides, then he says, "Ready for the next move? I think you're going to like this one, I know I will."
He smiles and then he does something that leaves Sherlock speechless, he begins unbuttoning Sherlock's thin shirt. His fingers move quickly until he has Sherlock before him, chest bare and heaving as Sherlock breathes rapidly, fear enveloping him.
Jim splays a cold hand over Sherlock's chest, feeling the frantic beating of Sherlock's heart. He chuckles and whispers.
"Scared yet, darling?"
Jim cocks his head to the side and surveys Sherlock. He clicks his tongue and says, "I not fond of this angle. I'd much rather have your blood flow down." He gets off of Sherlock, crouching next to him. Sherlock knows he should try and run, but his limbs won't respond.
"Hard isn't it?" Jim asks, "To be under my spell." He grabs Sherlock under the arms and hauls him up. Leading him over to a wall, he shoves him up against it, holding him there by a finger which is planted in the center of the skin of his chest.
Jim looks toward Sebastian. "Oh Sebby darling, do wake up our friend John. I'd like him to see this." He runs his finger down Sherlock's chest, stopping above his navel.
Sebastian grabs the dark mass in front of him and hauls it up. Sherlock can see John's slack face. Sebastian runs a finger along John's jaw line. John's eyes snap open and he blinks a few times before staring at Sherlock.
"Sherlock!" John's voice is hoarse.
"It's okay, John," Sherlock says, his voice shaky.
"Oh it is most certainly not okay," Jim says, "And I want you to watch this, Johnny Boy."
He turns to Sherlock, his scarlet eyes holding him in place. Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Swiss Army Knife. He flips out a blade and hovers it over Sherlock's eye. Sherlock keeps his gaze fixed on John. John's eyes are wide and he struggles against Sebastian.
Jim lowers the knife to Sherlock's chest, letting the blade rest on Sherlock's left pectoral. He leans in close, his mouth inches away from Sherlock's neck. He runs his tongue over Sherlock's pulse point, making Sherlock shudder involuntarily.
"Do you like that?" Jim's breathy voice sends chills up Sherlock's spine. This vampire is defiantly a master of seduction.
"How bout this?" On 'this' Jim shoves the tip of the knife into Sherlock's alabaster skin.
A gasp escapes Sherlock, but he doesn't have time to scream, as the vampire places a finger on his vocal chords, pressing hard into his neck. He hisses into Sherlock's ear.
"You'll scream when I want you to scream." Jim turns to John, "Watching closely, Johnny? I want you to have a front row seat to the death of your boyfriend."
"No!" John yells, managing to shake Sebastian off. He makes a mad dash for Sherlock, but Sebastian grabs him, forcing him to his knees, angling his head so he's forced to watch whatever horrible things Jim has in store for Sherlock.
Jim gives Sebastian a seductive wink and then turns his full attention on Sherlock. He hooks his legs around Sherlock's pinning him to the wall, one hand works its way into his hair, tilting his head back painfully, the other begins to move the sharp knife through Sherlock's flesh.
Sherlock emits a gargled cry as Jim guides the knife in a circular motion, carving a bloody circle into Sherlock's skin. Blood drips downward, creating lines of red on his white skin. Jim bends down to lap up the liquid eagerly, his tongue sliding in and out of the wound. Sherlock starts to scream, but Jim silences him again.
"Not until I tell you." He licks up the last few drops of blood and then he places the knife inside the circle. He slides it down, once, twice, creating two lines within the circle. Then he tilts Sherlock's head forward so that he is forced to stare into Jim's eyes.
"You know what your problem is, Sherlock?" Jim says, moving the knife under the twin lines, "You don't smile enough."
He rams the knife into Sherlock again, creating a semicircle under the lines. Sherlock's eyes water and he moans. Blood drips down his stomach. Jim stops it with his thumb, moving the digit up so that it turns red. He slides it into his mouth, licking Sherlock's blood off slowly.
"Why are you doing this?" Sherlock manages to gasp through clenched teeth.
"Because I can," Jim replies. He puts a finger to Sherlock's shaking lips, "No shush, love. I'm only beginning."
He lowers his head to lick up the trail of blood from Sherlock's stomach, his tongue dipping briefly into Sherlock's navel, making Sherlock gasp and close his eyes tightly in an attempt to keep his head clear. This vampire is like nothing he's faced before, and Sherlock knows how this is going to end, it's all too clear. But the only thing on his mind is John. He has to make sure that John is safe, but he doesn't know how.
He opens his eyes and looks over at John. John's face is pale and he's still struggling against his captor. Suddenly Jim moves Sherlock's head so that he can no longer see John.
"What do you say we move onto the grand finale?" Jim asks, his breath hot against Sherlock skin. Sherlock remains still.
Jim grins and Sherlock can see his fangs elongating, demonic fire burning in his eyes. He angles his head so that he's at Sherlock's neck. Sherlock sucks his breath in with a hiss, making the cuts on his chest sting, as Jim's tongue runs over his sweaty neck.
"Don't you dare, you bloody bastard!" John yells.
Jim stops and looks over at John. The army doctor is struggling for all he's worth to be free of Sebastian's iron grip, but it's no use. Jim gives a nod to Sebastian, and Sherlock hears a thud followed by a groan from John.
"Let John live," Sherlock croaks out, "Do what you want with me, but let John live."
Jim turns his gaze back to Sherlock. He taps a finger against Sherlock's head in thought and then he smiles.
"We'll see how John fares. You on the other hand," He kisses Sherlock's neck, and drags a finger down Sherlock's skin, stopping at Sherlock's clenched stomach. He leans back a bit and looks Sherlock over hungrily.
"I almost hate to ruin you. Almost," he laughs, leaning his head back, fangs glinting, then he steps forward, pressing himself into Sherlock. He rests his head against Sherlock's shoulder, lapping up the new blood that has fallen from the bloody smiley face over Sherlock's heart.
Sherlock groans and Jim says, "Just a little longer, and then I'll give it to you," his lips brush Sherlock's neck. Sherlock wishes he would just get it over with, let him die quickly.
"Oh I'm not going to kill you," Jim says, appearing to read Sherlock's mind. He yanks on Sherlock's hair, so that his neck is exposed to him, "I'm going to make you live in hell."
He bites into Sherlock's neck, his fangs sliding in deep. Sherlock convulses, shaking and spluttering. Jim begins to suck at Sherlock, drawing out his blood, his tongue lapping over the incisions. A moan escapes Sherlock's lips.
Jim pulls back, blood dribbling down his chin. He places a kiss under Sherlock's jaw and says breathily, "Scream for me." Then he attacks Sherlock's neck.
Sherlock screams. He screams for all he's worth, yelling at the top of his lungs. He screams for anyone and everyone, Mycroft, Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, and John, anyone who could help, but there's no one.
Jim removes his hand from Sherlock's hair and places it on his stomach, steadying him. Sherlock's head falls forward onto Jim's shoulder, and Jim takes the opportunity to bite into the back of Sherlock's neck, sending the wetness of blood dripping down his back.
Sherlock screams again, before going limp against Jim. Jim retracts his teeth from Sherlock and laps eagerly at the various holes he's created in Sherlock's body. Sherlock begins to shake and his vision starts to blacken. Jim continues sucking the life out of him.
The last bit of Sherlock's strength leaves him and he slumps down the wall. Jim looks down at him. Sherlock lies on the ground, his breathing shaky, as blood starts to pool around him. Jim bends down. He yanks Sherlock up by his hair and into a sitting position, whispering into his ear.
"We're not done yet."
"Just kill me," Sherlock demands, blood trickling out of his mouth.
Jim shakes his head. Then he leans down and licks the blood off Sherlock's lips, before pressing his own lips against them. He forces Sherlock's mouth open and his tongue slides over Sherlock's teeth. Sherlock couldn't be more unresponsive, he's barely staying conscious.
Jim bites down hard onto Sherlock's bottom lip, making blood rush into both their mouths. Sherlock's whines and his head slams back into the wall. Jim smiles into his kiss, briefly passing his tongue over Sherlock's before pulling away and inspecting the gasping man before him. Sherlock is moments away from blacking out, but Jim makes sure he stays conscious.
Tilting Sherlock's head up he says softly, "I want you to know how it feels to be me. Now do me a favor, and scream nice and loud for daddy." With those words, he lowers his mouth to Sherlock's shredded neck and begins sucking the rest of the life from him.
The last thing Sherlock sees is the light from the ferries wheel, bright against the dark sky.