This chapter is going to be short (as with the erratic nature of finals, I don't have much time to write and plan out long ones) and for those of you who might be reading this because you are patiently waiting for an update on "We have always thought so" or "The Dovahkiin and the mad man" Don't worry, I've got most of the story planned out, it's just taking a might longer than expected to implement it

"dull" Sherlock murmured under his breath.
"What does it mean by dull? Young Murlough doesn't understand" the creature ("Young Murlough" apparently) asked tilting it's head.
"Look at yourself, living in the sewers, tying me up and hanging me from the ceiling, upside down no less, and talking in third person... It's just that this all just seems so... Cliché."

He gave a fake yawn

"And to think, I was hoping this case was going to be interesting"


"I assume that this Sherlock is the tall man with the violin?" The man asked.
"Yes, now where is he?"
"Actually I came here looking for him"
"Why? So that you can kill him like you tried to kill me?"
The man rolled his eyes
"No, First of all I was not trying to kill you, and second of all I was actually going to ask him for his help."
John laughed
"To do what? catch the real killer?"
the man blushed, John laughed again, this laugh had no real mirth in it though, just irritation.
"And I suppose you were going to tell us some story about being with the police?"
The man fixed his eyes on John, and growled.
"Who is to say I am not?" he said with indignation
"First of all, you're wearing way too much red, if you were really with the police, you would be trying to blend in more."
"And You got that from my clothes?" He asked, just a little surprised,
"Well, that and the fact that you didn't show me a badge when I pulled a gun on you, that's a big clue"
The man, hands still in the air, stared at John for a few more minutes, before speaking.
"I will tell the truth then, but only because we do not have much time, as you guessed, I am not police; However I have been
tracking down the killer for more... personal reasons"
"so you're a vigilante?" John asked, the stranger nodded.
"In a way, yes. But you must also know that this man, is not human"
John grumbled under his breath, obviously this man was completely insane. The man narrowed his eyes.
He twitched, and suddenly John wasn't the one holding the gun any more
"HOW THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!"
The man smiled and lowered his arms, he walked over to the horrified John and casually handed him his gun back.
"You see, I am not so human myself."
John stared at him for a few moments, then he sighed, resigning himself to this new found fact of his reality for the time being.
The longer he debated over wheither or not what clearly had just happened happened, and even more importantly, how; was a moment that he
so desperately needed so that he could find Sherlock alive.

But whiether what was happening was madness or actual fact, John just needed one last peice of imformation before he could commit to it fully.
"If you're not human... then what exactly are you?"
The man, glanced over his shoulder at John and gave him a dry smile.
"Vampire, Now time is vital, if 'Sherlock' is not with you, then it is certain that he is with the killer. it will not take long for
him to realize the truth and get bored with him, or get annoyed."
John grumbled under his breath.
"knowing Sherlock, it'll probably be the second one"