So I have a new pathway to explore with our vampire and his pathologist. I hope you like it.
Chapter 8 - Theorising
When Molly awoke the next morning it was in Sherlock's arms. They had never spent the whole night together before, but Molly was determined it wouldn't be the last. She stretched as she remembered back to the previous day and the roller coaster of emotions that she had been through. The horror, which was still there, of finding him feeding on someone else through to the joy of hearing him tell her, for the first time, that he loved her and finally an evening spent in bed just enjoying each other.
She rolled over to watch Sherlock as he slept. His hair was all askew and vampire or not he still needed to shave but Molly thought he looked gorgeous. He seemed younger somehow, all the worry lines on his face softened. She brought her head up to his height and pressed her lips to his.
By the time she leant back his blue eyes were open and sleepily taking her in. 'Mmm, what was that for?'
Molly smiled back at him, 'no reason, just because...I find I like having you in my bed and waking up to you in the morning, I might have to keep you.'
His hand snaked around her waist and pulled her closer to him and they were soon kissing again. Molly could feel him growing hard and she hooked her leg over his waist. He gripped the back of her knee and in one swift move he rolled onto his back bringing Molly with him so she was on top sitting astride him.
He turned his attention to her breasts as she rubbed herself on his erection feeling her arousal growing. He used one of his hands to press her into him creating more friction and she moaned at the sensation.
They stayed like this for a couple more minutes before Molly raised herself up on her knees. She took his erection and after placing the tip at her entrance she sank slowly on to him, her eyes screwed shut relishing the feel of him filling her. She rocked slowly feeling his pubic bone pressing on her clit at the same time as his hard length hit that sweet spot within her.
She could feel her orgasm rising and knew what she wanted from him. He had been careful the night before not to feed from her and she knew it was because he was still worried his 'condition' would frighten her off, plus she had still been angry about him taking blood from someone else. But that had been then and this was now and right now she wanted, no needed him to take her blood. She craved the feeling of it, his cock as deep in her cunt as his teeth in her neck, even the thought of it was bringing her orgasm closer.
She swept her hair back from her neck and tilted her head leaving her carotid artery exposed to him. 'Please, Sherlock, I need you.'
He knew instinctively what she meant and a moment later she felt his tongue lick along her vein, she moaned at the sensation bucking her hips harder against him. Then she felt it, the sting of his teeth and the pull and suck of his lips as he drew her blood into him. She needed no other stimulation just his teeth and his cock and she came calling his name riding out the sensations with her eyes closed and her mouth open gasping for air.
She felt him thrusting into her harder and harder before his own climax overtook him. She felt his groan deep in her, his mouth still at her neck. She sagged against him her body still feeling sensitive and over stimulated. Vaguely she felt his teeth withdraw from her neck his tongue making a final swipe to help seal the wound.
They held each other close kissing every so often as they got their breathing back under control, 'God, I missed you Molly. Being what I am seemed so much harder without you by my side.'
Molly kissed his forehead before swinging her legs off the bed, 'maybe it's time you got some extra support...have you thought about telling John?'
'Thought about it? Yes, endlessly. Dismissed it? Yes, every time. How on earth can I tell him this Molly. He's a soldier, a doctor, he's just become a father. This is not something I want to burden him with.
'Maybe not but he's something else as well Sherlock. He's your friend. He'd want to help you but he can't if you don't tell him. It's not like it's going to go away and if what you said is true and you don't age he's going to think something is wrong eventually.' Sherlock wasn't too caught up in himself to not notice Molly's eyes turn sad as she talked about his lack of ageing.
She made to stand up but he quickly reached for her wrist pulling her back, 'Molly, I...err...we need to talk about you...us, what will happen in the future?'
Molly turned an overly bright smile on, 'I know, but not yet hey. Let's just enjoy what we have, what we are right now. And right now I need coffee. You can have the first shower whilst I make it.'
With that she left the room leaving Sherlock to his thoughts, a slight frown on his face.
As they sat down to their breakfast later Sherlock told Molly about some of the information he'd gleaned from Mycroft's files.
'There is very little that can kill me, decapitation and burning are two, plus wood entering the heart. Mycroft has scientists working on trying to explain what we are and why this happens. He's sure that underneath it all is a scientific explanation and I agree with him. Witchcraft, supernatural magic, these are all just histories ways of explaining the unknown.'
'So no werewolves and other monsters then?' Asked Molly starting to giggle slightly.
'No Molly, no wolves and monsters just vampires. We're not in the middles of some television show you know.'
'Shame.'
'There was one thing that occurred to me as I was researching. Hear me out.' He hesitated nervously, 'what if...do you think it's possible that Moriarty could be what I am? Could have survived that gun shot? You know as well as I do that his body was never found.'
Molly sat shocked, it wasn't something she had ever even thought about let alone considered, 'have you asked Mycroft about it? Surely he would know if Jim had been a vampire or had survived blowing his brains out, would that not be similar to decapitation, too similar to want to risk?'
'I can't ask Mycroft, I've tried his mobile but it's switched off. Anthea tells me he's out if the country at the moment and inaccessible. She will ask him to ring me on his return but it could be a couple of weeks. I'm sure he knew he could survive. I didn't consider the possibility before but now, knowing what I know now I can't get the idea out of my head.'
Molly watched as Sherlock fell silent, watching as his eyes narrowed, knowing that he was puzzling this out again in his head. 'Hmmm, I wonder...yes. Brilliant, thank you Molly.'
He stood up swiftly kissing the top of her head as he swept round the front room collecting his coat and his scarf. 'I'll see you later at Barts.'
With that he was gone leaving Molly to sit back in her chair and wonder what exactly he'd come up with. She smiled to herself no wonder John got so frustrated with him, he expected everyone else to think at the same rate he did and come to the same conclusion. Ah well she'd no doubt find out what it was later.
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It was late afternoon almost early evening before she saw Sherlock again. He swept into the morgue depositing his Belstaff on one of the tables. He turned himself round in a circle as though observing the room though Molly couldn't for the life of her understand why.
He had stopped and seemed about to come over to greet Molly when the doors opened and John marched in. Molly could tell by his stance and his expression that he was angry.
'Three weeks Sherlock! Three weeks!'
'Yes John, I'm sorry, I can explain but it's not going to be easy.'
'I've been worried sick and all you could send me were fob off texts and to not even let me into Baker St.' He broke off washing a hand across his face in a bid to control his anger.
'It's just there have been some developments John...some changes and I wasn't sure how you'd take them, whether you'd even believe them and whether you'd even want to know.'
'After knowing you for four years Sherlock what on earth is there left not to believe! As for wanting to know I would have hoped that after the whole faking your death incident you would err on the side of caution about what I would want to know.'
'Good, yes fine, I get that and sorry again. There's no easy way to say this so I decided a demonstration would be the easiest, kill two birds with one stone so to speak.'
Molly stood up straighter fear sweeping across her suddenly, he wouldn't, would he? Who was she kidding of course he would. She put her hand up and started to say his name. At the same time John started to walk forward a puzzled expression on his face, 'what are you talking about?'
It all seemed to happen in slow motion to Molly, Sherlock reaching into the pocket of the Belstaff and pulling out a gun, the shock on John's face blending to horror as Sherlock brought the gun up to his mouth. From a distance she could hear John shout Sherlock's name and at the same time there was a bang which seemed to echo right through her.
A spray of blood and brains hit the wall and ceiling behind Sherlock, his eyes went blank and his body limp as he fell to the floor the gun skittering away.
Molly closed her eyes to the scene and shook her head, Sherlock, what the hell have you done now!
So once the thought of Moriarty being a vampire came into my head I had to have Sherlock test out the theory and do it in front of John. I hope you agree it's such an insensitive but purely Sherlock thing to do.
Let me know if you agree.
