Chapter 9: The Mistress

John had awoken to arms around him, arms that were cool and arms that held him close as he had slept. Sherlock's unique scent enveloped him and for a moment John allowed himself contentment as he lay there in Sherlock's arms. Imagining that there was nothing else in this world but the two of them. He'd already gone against his own personal rules and fed Sherlock his blood twice without question and he had actually…liked the feel of Sherlock's lips on his neck…

John's hand trailed to the puncture marks on his neck Sherlock's mark was once again on him. He wouldn't allow himself to get any closer to Sherlock than he already had. He needed to stick to his job and help Sherlock. Quietly, John slipped away from Sherlock, stuffing a pillow back between Sherlock's arms as he tiptoed back to the door and to his room.

The wafting smell of mint body wash woke was what woke Sherlock from his sleep and he found that John was already up. He made his way into John's room, seeing the other clothed and already toweling dry his hair.

"Good morning," Sherlock greeted as he sidled up behind John, taking a deep breath of John's new scent, "you smell good," he murmured the compliment slipping from his lips on accident. The vampire's eyes seeing the new bandages on John's neck, it made him smile and then cringe again inside to think he'd fed on John again.

"Morning…" John said, trying to ignore Sherlock's presence, "You can have a shower if you want. There are extra towels on the rack in the bathroom," he murmured quickly moving from where he had stood before Sherlock, "I can help you look through your papers for the cane you mentioned in the meantime," he said then headed out of the room.

Sherlock wasn't shocked at the behavior. From what he had read off John's mind last night, he knew John was feeling guilty over what had gone on between them. He had gone against his own personal rules as a hunter. Sherlock felt…alone…even though he himself had wished for something to change, he knew that it would never come to fruition if John was to remain the way he was. Who was he kidding the only one that had ever loved him, the only one that he would ever love was Jim.

As he took a shower, his memory flitted through the corners of his mind, trying to recall where he had seen the golden eagle on the cane. Where…just where was it. Shops? Could it be he'd seen the cane at a shop? No. Or maybe someone he knew? Then he matched a face to the owner of the cane, his brother, Mycroft Holmes. His brother had an obsession for such things, canes. He needed to ask Lestrade where Mycroft had last been seen at before he went into hiding. Maybe he could pick up his trail and find him.

Once more, after John had diligently cooked them some breakfast, Sherlock and John headed down to the Central District, pulling up at the same building and taking the elevator up to meet Lestrade. Prior to the meeting Sherlock had told John about his findings and his suspicions of his brother.

"Sherlock, I don't see why you think Mycroft would do such a thing to you…" Lestrade said, defensive from the beginning. John had indeed thought of the same idea mentioning that 'blood is thicker than water' and things about 'brother's stick together' on their journey here but Sherlock would have none of it.

"You know how Mycroft was like about me. He and I had a very, frictional relationship, as you can say. It's motive enough," Sherlock said as he looked to the informant.

"He wouldn't have done it. I know it. I know him. He still cared for you," Lestrade said.

"Then explain why he didn't look for me! He went into hiding Lestrade! He hid from the world. What other motive would he have if he went into hiding for so long?" Sherlock reasoned with him, "If he killed his own brother, don't you think he would have wanted to stay on the lowdown especially from you, someone who is loyal to me? He couldn't trust you even though you were his lover!"

John was shocked at the heartless words Sherlock hurled at Lestrade in his presence, "Sherlock…" he murmured his hand on the vampire's shoulder trying to get his attention.

"What is it John?" he asked.

"Ease up on him. Your words are very hurtful…" John whispered, he'd known Lestrade long enough that even if the other was a vampire he would still stand up for him.

"He's always like that. He's been an ass since the moment he created a coven. I don't know why you even chose to help him in the first place John," Lestrade said staring grudgingly at Sherlock.

"Could you tell us where he is though? Where Mycroft is." John asked his voice calm and soothing as he took over from Sherlock.

"Like I said the last time I saw him was a long time ago. We met at his place one last time and the next thing I knew he up and left like I hadn't even mattered to him. His things are still at his apartment though and whatever it is you're looking for you can find it there."

"Thank you," John said then he ushered Sherlock out of the room and into the hallway taking the elevator back down.

"You did well, getting information from a vampire, considering you didn't kill him," Sherlock said as they stood in the silence of the lift.

John cast a glance at Sherlock, anger nearly bubbling at the surface at that remark, "I did better than you at least! You and your insults."

"What because you asked nicely?" Sherlock replied, sarcasm in his voice.

"If you knew that your brother was his lover or something the least you could do was be a little bit more sensitive about the matter!" John said, trying to keep his cool. He didn't want to blow this matter up but it seemed Sherlock was keen on doing just that.

"I'm a vampire John. Did you forget? I'm an unfeeling creature. It goes the same for when I interact with my own kind," Sherlock said just as the lift doors open and he walked out of the elevator first.

"Well the least you could do would be to learn!" he muttered storming over to his car.

"We're taking the train at the nearest station. It goes right down to his house. It'll be safer that way if we blend in with the crowd," the vampire muttered as he walked out into the back alley, John quickly following behind as they made their way to the train station.

From another building that overlooked the back alley, a woman holding whip smiled as she caught a glimpse of the dark haired vampire as he walked away, a blonde haired human following right behind him.

"Kate dear, Sherlock Holmes is back, and he's got a friend," she said in a singsong voice as she struts back over to the auburn haired woman that was cuffed to the bed.

"Well isn't that nice mistress?"

AN: Updating the new chapter for my beloved ;) You know who you are ;) Anyway i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Leave me a comment to tell me what you liked about it and i'll see you guys in the next chapter