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'No no no no no no no no It's just the drugs', John reasoned with himself, yet his head was no longer swimming, his vision was crystal clear, his senses returned to normal. The longer he was forced to look at Sherlock, the more he couldn't deny how un-human he appeared.

"Why don't you bring back out your fangs Sherlock, I'm sure your Johnny here only needs a bit more proof, icing on top of the cake if you will", Moriarty grinned menacingly; he loved this. Tearing up Sherlock from the inside out, making him FEEL. How disgusting. What a perfect punishment for not being the figure he wanted him to be.

"I'm sure John doesn't want to be hurt anymore, Sherly dear, so if you could please", Moriarty drew out his pocket knife and began running it along John's cheek, "hurry it up". Sherlock tensed as the metal met John's face, his eyes still captivated on Sherlock, the detective sighed. He revealed the fangs once more and heard John gasp.

This isn't what he wanted. He didn't want to scare John away, or make him afraid. For the first time in a long time Sherlock felt sadness. What if he ran away? What if he doesn't accept me? GOD why should I even try anymore.

"C'mon Johnny boy, you can speak ya'know", Moriarty said into John's ear, enjoying the look of aguish on Sherlock's face. Moriarty chuckled softly, before shoving the doctor to the ground. John landed on his backside, but never stopped staring at Sherlock. It can't be true…

Sherlock shook with anger, but still couldn't return John's gaze. He knows, he knows, he knows, he will never look at me with the same eyes ever again. Re-focusing on the enemy in front of him, it was time to end this. Returning to a nonchalant attitude, he straitened his back. Sherlock tilted his head down as he glared at Moriarty, the air suddenly turning cold. It looked as if the man opposite of him shivered for a second, out of fear or excitement Sherlock couldn't identify. Don't look at John, don't think of John. I just need to get us out of this for now… the rest later.

"So what, is this it then?" Sherlock questioned mockingly, "THIS is what you called me out for?" His body began to shake with laughter. "You think I would change a pathetic, small human such as yourself? How sad". Moriarty face flinched, hiding his anger.

"Well look at yourself, my dear, you're not exactly living up to the vampire legend now are you?", the maniac retorted, slowly approaching Sherlock, "your kind was feared, and for good reason. Look at you now, hunting low level scum, running from the light, you went as far to become domesticated. You're calling me sad?" Moriarty stopped in front of the vampire, "I'm the pathetic one, now am I?"

Sherlock stared down at the man for a moment before saying, "Why do you think I'm one of the last?" Sherlock walked forward, making Moriarty take a step back. "How do you think I've lived this long? Because I killed you pigs like the animal's you are? No, I was smart. I knew that would lead to my death so I hid." He put his face right in front of the mad mans, "and look where It got me" Sherlock licked his fangs as he finished speaking.

Moriarty stood motionless. Even with a blood thirsty vampire starring him down, he didn't feel fear. Only excitement shown in his face, his goal so close to being completed, "Yes, can't you see it too?!"

"You lived to complete me Sherlock! I can live up to the vampire's true name like you never would, that is your purpose." Moriarty exhaled longingly, "So, change me already, so I can do what your weakness stopped you from."

"Unfortunately, it's not your choice", Sherlock announced pointly. At this, Moriarty's mouth twitched into a smile.

"Actually, it is", Moriarty said as his gleeful expression returned. Moriarty reached towards his ear and an almost inaudible click sounded; "Hello Seb, mind aiming straight at our guest's skull for a moment". Sherlock heard a whimper from behind him, and didn't have to look around to know what he would see.

John was still staring at Sherlock wide eyed, this wasn't the man he had gotten to know in the last couple of months… Who was he kidding. This mostly explained everything; his grumpiness, his hatred for the sun and thus the solar system itself, his cold attitude. As John sat on the tiled ground watching the men talk back and forth, he actually couldn't believe he didn't come to this conclusion sooner. Still, this new Sherlock, the mask he had put on for Moriarty, he didn't like this Sherlock. Why won't he look at me? When the laser fell to his face, he couldn't help but let out a small sound, and even then Sherlock didn't look at him. Look at me, just look at me please! I need to know if it's still you.

"Oh let me guess, if I don't change you, you kill John? How Dull" Sherlock sighed. He refused to show Moriarty any more emotion. 'He wouldn't actually kill John, he is his only bargaining sh-

Moriarty's smile cracked, "fire".

Sherlock whipped around, coat swirling behind him to see the bullet wiz by John's face. "It may be dull", Moriarty said, "but at least its effective". So much for that plan, Sherlock thought. Don't look at him, don't look at him-

Without meeting eye contact with John he quickly accessed his health and determined he was fine enough for now. No sight of a panic attack or flashback. I will get us out of this, Sherlock thought.

"SO, have at it then Sherlock, turn me or", another shot fired, "lose him", Moriarty stated cheerfully. "Think of it as a sort of… insurance".

Sherlock turned to face the man again, anger radiating from his features. He couldn't lose John, not after waiting so long to bond with someone. He just couldn't. After a few moments of silence he whispered, "Fine".

John, suddenly finding his voiced called out, "Sherlock don't!"

Both of the genius's attention returned to the man on the ground. Moriarty was the first to move, "If you even think of flinching Monster I won't hesitate to have him shot here and now". When he reached John, Sherlock could only watch as Moriarty kicked his injured arm, and stomped down on his stomach. John started coughing as Moriarty continued beating every inch of his life out of him.

"ENOUGH", Sherlock chocked out, "I've got what you want, just… leave him out of this". Moriarty paused, foot still placed on John's chest, before he turned to meet Sherlock's gaze, leaving John to squirm underneath him.

"Well then, let's get started at last!", he said while loosening his tie. He looked back down to the crumpled figure of John and grinned. "Get up pet! You're going to want to see this in action!" he bent down, grabbed John by his shirt and thrust him against the nearest wall. Sherlock's face twitched in annoyance; Moriarty noticed and said, "Oh people do get very protective of their pets don't they".

"Let's get this over with shall we", Sherlock growled under his voice.

"If you even think of trying to kill me, don't worry, Seb here will end his life faster than even YOU can blink", tapping the mic in his ear. Sherlock closed in on the man standing over John, faster than humanly possible.

"Wouldn't dream of it", he grinned, "This might hurt". And with that, Sherlock sunk his teeth into Moriarty's neck. Yelling was mixed in with the disgusting sounds of slurping. Sherlock didn't use any of his natural pain killers; he wanted this man to feel aguish. John was left, helplessly unable to look away from the horrid sight. Sherlock slipped his hand up Moriarty's head, holding it in place. He was so hungry, so starved but if he didn't stop John would… he needed no more encouragement.

After what felt like an eternity, Sherlock detached from the mad man; blood staining his beautifully pale face. Moriarty sighed deeply, trying to hide how weak on his knee's he felt. After another long torturous moment Sherlock used one of his claws to tear open his own skin on the arm. The cut was deep enough to heavily bleed down his wrist, turning his skin red. The blood dropped down onto John's pants, staining it permanently, just like his memory of this night.

"Drink", he commanded.

Moriarty eagerly bent over and began lapping up the blood, trying not to miss a single drop. He raked his tongue up and down Sherlock's arm, worshipping the poisoned liquid he has craved for so long now. His lips finally clasped on the open wound and sucked to his cruel heart's content.

Sherlock jerked his arm back, "That's quite enough now".

"More", Moriarty called out, "it's so sweet".

"Anymore and you find yourself in a lot more pain in about 4 minutes", Sherlock said calmly, "Our deal is done here; I suggest you go".

"You're really just going to let me go, all for that sad sack of meat and bones", Moriarty said incredulously, pointing to John sitting beneath them, "I almost can't believe it". Moriarty finding the strength he needed to get over to the exit.

"Oh don't worry, I'll catch you later", He said still not removing his sight from the man.

Moriarty cheerily replied, "No you wooon't!", as he closed the door behind him, disappearing from line sight. Sherlock instantly focused in on John, not knowing weither to give him space or help him up, hell, he didn't know his John even wanted to see him ever again. John, seeing confusion take over Sherlock's features, decided to make the first move.

"…Sherlock?", He almost whispered. The detective head shot to the direction of John's voice. Still afraid of seeing John's face and what it would tell him.

"Uuuh right", he said backing away from him, "are you alright, John?" Sherlock questioned. "Are you hurt? Well more than what I've seen and already observed. Did he hurt you in any psychological way? My god he didn't show you any black ritual crap did he, that's all pointless against us, did he—"

"SHERLOCK", John said getting to his knees. "I'm fine. Really I am. Look at me." John stood up all the way, favoring his right side. When Sherlock stopped talking and didn't move, John began to worry.

"Sherlock… why won't you look at me..?". Again more silence. What John did next surprised even him, even though he WAS afraid of Sherlock right now, Sherlock needed him more than the other way around. He always had time to panic later; this moment would never come again. It was just a sense he had, he was the more adult of the two anyways. He ignored his instinct to be afraid, to run, hide and reached out for Sherlock's cheek. As first Sherlock flinched from the touch, but soon felt the warmth calling to him. He pushed his face into John's and began to tear up. How could he be so… human.

"Look at me", John said softly. He used his hand to tilt Sherlock's face towards him. Now all Sherlock had to do was open his eyes. Something was still holding him back, so John once again ignored his gut and did the second stupidest act of that night. He stepped forward and hugged Sherlock deeply, curling one of his hands in Sherlock's hair and rubbing the other one around his back. Sherlock slumped into the embrace, letting his anxiety drip away.

The next second he pushed John back gently and gave his most Sherlock smile, "That's not really the best idea right now, hunger and all of that". He said, as if being a vampire didn't matter at all.

John hesitated for a moment, he would have to get used to that terminology, "Yea well, moving in with you in the first place wasn't my brightest idea". At that they both shared a quick laugh. Sherlock realized his hand fell into John's and neither went to remove it.

"Gods, will you please look at me now Sherlock", he said messaging the back of his hands. The things this man was doing was incredible. It was pure happiness radiating from his long dead body. He felt accepted, at last. He opened his eyes and reached up with his free hand to touch John's face. The observation's flooded into his head. From less important ones about his new toothbrush, to how brave he tried to be when Moriarty had captured him. The lines in his face that appeared when someone was drugged; but also the signs of a true smile settled on his features. He saw the fear in him, but he also so caring, willing to give him a chance, and understanding. He stared and John stared back, watching Sherlock's eyes slowly return to normal. John smiled so lovingly.

Abruptly, the smile turned into a face of utter pain. Sherlock's eyebrows knit-together in confusion. What had-

"Sooooooooorry boys! I'm SOOO changeable", an all too familiar voice called out. His head popped out from behind John, Menace written across his features. There was a sickening sliding sound, as Moriarty removed the blade from John's back. Everything quieted as Sherlock watched John fall to the ground, his hand slipping from Sherlock's.

Sherlock stood frozen, watching John on the ground. No.. NO NOO. The blood was draining out of him so fast. He as looked down, he felt no blood lust, no hunger, no cravings. Only despair. Pure deep hearted, blackest of the black despair. He felt as if his actual heart had just been carved out and put on display for others to ruin. For a moment, the entity of Sherlock stopped existing and some dark creature replaced him. He couldn't think or function, nor process what just happen.

His gaze returned to Moriarty for the final time. Sherlock's tears froze, his stare chilled Moriarty still. With just a flick of his eyes, he threw Moriarty across the room. Sherlock's presence began to loom of him, ensnarling him to his spot. He tried to get up, to move away, but found his entire body paralyzed. Sherlock's footsteps echoed across the pool as he approached the frozen man. There was no expression on Sherlock's face only a dead light glimmered faintly in his eyes.

"What- What did you do?" Moriarty chocked out, "I can't move—Seb shoot him!" Silence passed. "Sebastian SHOOT HIM NOW", his voice whimpered pathetically.

"I was going to let you go you know," Sherlock started, "let you live the dream for awhile before I eventually tracked you down on my own."

"SEEEEB-", Moriarty started.

"Will you stop that you annoying insect, I turned it off before you left. Never let your guard down around a vampire, especially me", Sherlock scoffed.

"But when- when you bit me, of course, you weren't holding me still, but—"

"Ohhh so you can think for yourself", Sherlock said mockingly, 'cute'.

"I read about this though! You shouldn't have this power over me! We equals, both vampires now! What's going on?!", Moriarty demanded.

"Well, that's because YOU'RE not a vampire" Sherlock said, stopping in front of the trapped man. "You are a thrall".

"Wha-"

Sherlock motioned his hand and Moriarty was instantly silenced. "I'm getting tired of your voice. I took your blood into my own and poisoned it. When you drank from me, you didn't get a drip of my actual blood, but all your own. You have no "special powers", no strength, not anything. You are my slave now. Nod if you understand that."

Moriarty tried to fight in his mind, but nodded in the end.

"Good, now listen closely because I will not repeat", Sherlock stated emotionlessly, "You are going to walk out of here, you changed your mind again! Call off all the troops and then head home. You will say nothing abnormal and act your part. The next day you will call the officer Lestrade, I know you have his number. Give him your list of contacts and tell him you know of a meeting occurring in 5 days. After you hang up you will arrange this so-called "meeting" and when it's all done…"

Sherlock took a breath, "Go to the top of the highest roof you know and think you can fly."

As Moriarty walked off enchanted, Sherlock went back to John. How was he supposed to deal with this? He just began re-awakening his emotions, to have them torn so cruelly away. His was as dead on this inside as he was on the out. Dropping to his knees, for the first time in hundreds of years, he wept. He put his hand back to John's face, feeling warmth fade from his skin. No longer would he see him smile, frown, laugh or run. Sherlock knelt down even further and pressed his forehead into John's, tears he thought he couldn't shed fell unto John's dormant face.

Ba-dump

Sherlock heard something so faint, even for his ears. He choked past his tears, and listened intently. The next moment was agonizing, until he heard another faint-

Ba-dump

John's heart was still working, he was alive! He gently curled his arms under John and rolled him onto his back. Ripping off the cardigan, he saw the wound was afflicted near his lower back, lots of bleeding, but no vital organs hit. Sherlock put his mouth to the wound, injecting it with the healing agent in his saliva. He finally got to taste John's blood, but cared little for it for it right now. He wouldn't let his vampire nature kill John. He just couldn't at this point.

Rolling John back over, Sherlock looked at John's face expectantly. More time ticked away, and this time nothing happened. John's heart was still beating but he didn't wake up. Sherlock not being able to stare at the emotionless face of john a moment longer, he curled up around his body. Snaking his arm's under John's he held on tightly. Sherlock pressed his face into the other man's chest and just laid there, wishing he could die with his love.

A/N: Here's another chapter for you all! I stopped writing this because I got really discouraged from continuing it. When I re-read my previous chapters, I thought they sounded so disjointed and honestly? ..bad. I do have very low self-esteem when it comes to my own writing, because I fear I write like a 5th grader. still. I hate leaving things unfinished! So, for those who actually do like this I shall complete it! I'll try not to disappoint!

Also I just figured out how to reply to comments! (Yes, I am such a noob I know) So if its a normal thing to reply to them I apologize! and if no one actually does that then... hmmm IDK ILL JUST GO BE AWKWARD OVER IN THIS CORNER KAY' BYE

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