October 10th
"It's got to be a vampire," Lestrade muttered.
"This has to happen in October..."
"Quite coincidental, isn't it?" Lestrade joked, crossing his arms and raising his voice. "Alright, Sherlock, what's the logical cause?"
Sherlock let out an annoyed breath, not standing. His eyes once again roved over the discolouration of the puncture marks on the victim's neck, the ghastly pallor not usually so prominent in a dead man.
"Well, Sherlock?" John added.
Sherlock finally stood, drawing his coat close to him. "Your idle-minded comments about something that is frankly impossible makes this so much more irritating than it already is."
Yes, he was always interested in a case. Yes, the victim having puncture wounds on their neck and their blood entirely drained was interesting. Yes, he was glad to have taken the case.
However, hearing John and Lestrade babble on about vampires like two schoolboys just annoyed him. It was cold, it was starting to drizzle, and Scotland Yard seemed to be more on edge than usual.
"For the last time, it is not vampires," Sherlock said. "If you're entertaining such a wild idea, you're clearly not on par to be a detective. There is no proof to say that vampires in the you think of them exist."
"Is there any proof that they don't?" Lestrade countered.
Sherlock sighed heavily. While the conversation about vampires was something he could save for another day, he would rather never have it with Scotland Yard. Instead, he pressed on with the case, striding away into the flat.
Ten minutes later of inspecting the flat and surrounding areas, Sherlock had a good idea of the manner of the murder.
"Poison," he said bluntly, looking at Lestrade. "The neighbour three doors down let a poisonous snake roam free in this house, put it there intentionally, lured it... and the victim got bit in the neck. The girlfriend came home to find her beau unconscious, put two and two together, and tried to suck the poison out of the wound, to no avail. Interesting," he added, before turning and walking out of the flat.
"Oi, Sherlock! What about the blood being drained?"
"It's not my job to work on your fine details, Lestrade," Sherlock called back. "I found the cause of death and the murderer; I'll leave you to hash out the rest!"
When John caught up with him, he was quick to bring up the blood as well. "You don't know, do you?" he asked.
Sherlock didn't look at him. "I'm thinking."
"Which means you don't know."
Sherlock put his hands in his pockets. "Thinking, John. I need to think."
"Yeah, let me know when you figure it out," John muttered.
Thank you to SherlockWholmes for mentioning a victim drained of blood, which reminded me of The Sussex Vampire! And a little bit of The Speckled Band(Blonde =p) incorporated as well.
Also, I'm so so sorry for changing from present tense to past tense but I really feel limited with present, as much as I like the way it sounds, I just feel inhibited writing it.