SORRY IF ANYONE DIDN'T LIKE ALEXANDER BUT HE'S BACK
Sherlock did his usual performance of deduction and observation around the deceased man. John was right he was in his late thirties. That was what Sherlock pointed out first. Lestrade asked quite sceptically how he knew that so quickly. Sherlock only sighed and asked if Greg wanted his opinion or not. Of course Greg then told him to carry on.
Sherlock's mouth twisting into a small frown. He hadn't thought about how strong John would be. He realised he would be powerful but from the look of it John had snapped this man's arm like it was a tooth pick.
Sherlock gently pulled the man's eyelids open. His brown eyes looked sorrowful in death, as if he felt sorry for his murderer. Sherlock slid the man's eyes closed again. He now understood why John didn't want to accompany him. This was making him feel depressed which surprised the young detective for he usually tried to hide all emotions. Apart from when it came to John. At the thought of him Sherlock's stomach flipped and he could feel butterflies.
The man was, as John said, in his late thirties. He had short black hair with brown eyes. He had lines from stress etched onto his face. Sherlock looked down at the man's large hands. Divorced, spends a lot of his time typing and he is reasonably affluent. The man was tall, not as tall as Sherlock but he still would have towered over the short doctor.
On further inspection of the man's wallet Sherlock finds that his name is George Cosmestone and he had two children, a little girl and a teenage son. Sherlock vowed to hide this fact from his doctor. It would probably cause John to try and kill himself. Sherlock squirmed at the idea of living without his beloved friend.
Sherlock stood up and stared down at the man. His arm was broken in several places and the man had a fractured ankle. Sherlock had really been underestimating John. Lestrade appeared next to Sherlock with his note pad gripped between his fingers.
"It just gets me so angry. Why would you do this? All this just for some hoax? Some people are just monsters."
"They might not be!" Sherlock snapped before he could realise what he was saying.
"Give me one reason why that whoever did this is not a horrible monster."
They stood in silence for a minute or two with Greg turned facing Sherlock and Sherlock looking down at the floor his mind searching for something, anything to say. When Sherlock shrugged Lestrade took it as a sign to say he had won the little debate.
"Anyway, have you got anything? People are getting curious. The longer we can keep this out of the media the better." Lestrade asked the tall brunette.
"The name is George Cosmestone. Around the age of 37-38. He has to children, a girl and a boy, with I assume is his ex-partner. He got divorced within the last two years and has a desk job. His arm is broken is several places and his ankle is fractured. Oh, and his divorce was a direct result of his affair."
"Okay" Lestrade was taking down notes. "Any idea why they targeted him?"
Sherlock looked back down to the man. This is something he also wanted to know. Why had John chosen this man and not a different person who was also walking down the same street? Was there some sort of difference? Was this person's blood more attractive to vampires than any other persons who passed his way?
Sherlock needed to find out. He had a thirst for knowledge and right now he was parched.
"No. I don't know why." Sherlock grumbled.
He spent a few more minutes explaining what he knew and how he knew it. He then made his excuses and rushed home to John. Lestrade watched as the genius ran down the road and tried to hail a cab, getting frustrated when each one passed him. How could they not see the feelings they had for each other? Sherlock eventually got a cab and raced off to Baker Street. Lestrade let out a deep breath. If Sherlock truly was a sociopath he would eat his own hat. Lestrade then turned 180 degrees and strode back under the crime scene tape into his crime scene.
Sherlock made it back in good time but it was now late. He glanced down at his watch, 9:12. Not too late. The detective was making his way up the stairs when something peculiar caught his eye. There was glitter on the floor. Not much and had obviously not been put there intentionally. Sherlock then heard John before he could see him. John was giggling from somewhere inside the flat. The sound made a small smile grace Sherlock's usually reserved expression.
Continuing up the rest of the stairs, Sherlock reached for the door handle just as Mrs Hudson came out of her door. The man looked down to see the old woman. She had concern written on her face.
"Is John alright? It's just that he has been laughing and giggling a lot. I went up to see him but he wouldn't open the door just kept laughing. I asked if you were there and he told me that you weren't so I phoned you but after you didn't answer I didn't know what to do." The old woman had started to make her way up the stairs and was now stood next to the young man. "I'm sorry."
Sherlock was confused. The detective pulled out his phone to see that he did have a missed call. One from each Mrs Hudson, Mycroft and Alexander. What had Mrs Hudson done to be apologetic about? He turned and opened the door. Mrs Hudson followed him in. His mouth fell open when he saw the flat but then turned into a scowl when he saw who was sat in his living room conversing.
There was one man and a vampires in his living room which was covered in glitter. Glitter of every colour littered the living room floor and on top of the sofa and arm chairs. It looked like a group of toddlers had been given the opportunity to decorate the flat. Sherlock had a questioning look on his face. Alexander and Mycroft stopped talking as the door opened and directed their gaze curiously towards the door. Sherlock heard Mrs Hudson gasp in horror as she saw the state of the flat. Sherlock could hear John upstairs in his room making lots of noise. Mycroft smirked as Sherlock couldn't deduce what had happened. Meanwhile, Alexander stood brushing some glitter off his perfectly pressed suit before turning to Sherlock with a friendly smile.
"Hello again Sherlock," Alexander held out his hand for the detective to shake and Sherlock did begrudgingly. "Mycroft was just telling me about how Mrs Hudson called him regarding John. That's why he is here. I was also happening to be stopping by when he was here." The tone in which Alexander said this implied that he had come after seeing Mycroft entering the flat via the man's own CCTV cameras. Probably in an attempt to avoid Mycroft annoying John and becoming his next provider.
"Sherlock," Mycroft began making Sherlock sigh. "What is he doing here?" Mycroft was pointing at the posh vampire.
"Ummm... We have been looking into a case."
"Don't lie to me, baby brother." Mycroft sneered.
The vampire could clearly see that this would get them nowhere. The Holmes brothers knew each other to well so he decided to take over. He has had a few hundred years more experience in lying than the detective anyway.
"Sherlock, there is no point in lying," Alexander said to Sherlock before turning to speak with the older Holmes. Sherlock was forced into a stunned silence. How could Alexander even debate telling Mycroft? "No actually. I am here to see John."
Every single movement in Alexander's body had been trained to hide the lies. He was trained to lie the truth. To tell the truth but bend what needed bending because honestly he was here for John but he was actually trying to stop him biting Mycroft or Mycroft finding out.
"John?" Mycroft asked incredulously.
"Yes, why? Is there some reason why you believe John isn't worth the time of a government official?" Alexander snapped at the overweight politician.
Mycroft was flustered and was pretty much speechless.
"Uh. No. No. I-I didn't mean that." Mycroft tried to amend.
"Good. I have been looking out for John for a long time, do you understand? Don't make me do something I will regret, you posh swine. I will do almost anything to help or protect him and if I hear you have laid a fat finger on him, you will regret it. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" Alexander raged darkly.
Sherlock was biting his lip to stop himself bursting into laughter at the expression on Mycroft's face. Alexander was towering above the detective's brother, who was sat down. I'm beginning to like this man, Sherlock mused to himself. Alexander proceeded to straighten up and head towards John's room. He stopped when he saw Mrs Hudson cowering behind Sherlock.
Gracefully, Alexander composed himself and held a hand out to the elderly woman.
"I apologize for that display. Alexander Spruce," as she grasped his hand he raised it elegantly to his lips. "At your service."
Mrs Hudson blushed at the attention from the good looking young man. She didn't mind the display as 'Alexander' had called it. He was protecting John so she didn't mind.
Alexander was making his way up to John when her call halted any progress up the stairs.
"Alex?" Alexander winced at the nickname but turned to face her never the less. "Is he alright? John, I mean. Is John alright?"
Alexander smiled kindly at the woman before putting any of her worries to rest and leaving to assist John.
The room was silent after his departure. Sherlock shuffled through the glitter and threw himself into his armchair. He studied Mycroft for a few minutes as giggling and cheerful shouts were heard from upstairs.
"Speechless?" Sherlock mocked his shocked brother. People in his circles didn't talk like that, let alone threaten another member of the government.
"Why is he here to see John? I turned up, then less than five minutes later he was there. Standing at the door laughing at me struggling to communicate with your flat mate." Mycroft grumbled.
"He always comes to see John. They go back a long way, apparently. Oh and he doesn't like you by the way. He says you are always sticking your nose where it isn't required, brother."
Mrs Hudson was sat on the sofa listening to the exchange. The boys had all but forgotten she was there until she spoke up.
"He's very protective of John," she stated. Then a light lit up in her eyes. "Are they sleeping together?" She asked excitedly.
Sherlock's face screwed up in disgust before firmly saying, "No, definitely not."
Mycroft pulled a face but said, "It would make sense though. Don't give me that look, baby brother. Think about it, he is very protective of John and when he arrived John seemed much happier. It seems logical..."
"No, they are not sleeping together!" Sherlock fumed. How dare they imply that John was sleeping with that arrogant sod? Although, Alexander would probably be good for him. They were both vampires so he knew how it felt to be craving blood. They would live for around the same amount of time and nobody could say that Alexander wasn't good looking. He was tall and thin, had manners and understood social obligations and expectations. Sherlock sighed, why would John choose me over a perfect, government official vampire?
No! They were not together and he would prove it. He leapt to his feet and, following the trail glitter, was up the stairs before the others in the room had registered what was happening. As soon as they understood what Sherlock was doing they both rushed after him.
Sherlock burst into John's room and stopped dead after he had entered about a meter. Mrs Hudson and Mycroft stopped just behind him. All three mouths fell open and each pair of eyes widened at the sight presented before them.
Alexander was straddling John. Alexander had his suit jacket off and had it folded on the floor. The vampire was in the process of hand cuffing both of John's hands to the headboard. Alexander didn't notice the other three in the room because he was too distracted in trying to restrain John in vampire proof handcuffs. The handcuffs were made from a mix of different metals making them extremely strong but Alexander wasn't taking any chances so had used two pairs on each wrist. John was too distracted by Alexander. He was attempting to buck the vampire off him but with his arms above his head, even with his extra energy, he couldn't get him off. John was a strong vampire but not that strong.
Unfortunately, for the two vampires it looked more like foreplay then a struggle.