John suddenly stopped bucking and stilled. Looking over at the others in the room. Sherlock noted that his pupils were blown wide again. From anger possibly? Alexander noticed John had stopped just after he had secured the handcuffs. Alexander followed John's gaze to see a small group of people watching him restrain John. He took in all their expressions before realising what it must look like. He started to blush and unfortunately, for him, he had fed only three days ago so had plenty of blood in his system to provide a fierce blush.
Alexander was too embarrassed to move but John noticed an opportunity arise and, always the military man, he took it. Using all his strength, John bucked up causing Alexander to go flying across the room. The vampire landed on his feet which was to be expected but it still looked impressive. John then tried to pull himself up forgetting about the double vampire proof handcuffs that connected him to the bed. He quickly shot up causing his shoulders to click as they twisted. He quickly fell back down. Mentally, he scolded himself before he assessed his condition. Shoulders? He rolled his shoulders to check for any damage. No, all fine. Wrists? He moved his wrists and a pang off pain sprang from the damaged left wrist. Probably only sprained. Anywhere else? John shuffled a bit to check for any pain. Nothing. He sighed, good.
He then lifted his head to look at the other vampire, "I hate you,"
He then looked at the other people in the room, " He was going to tie me up and leave me to bloody calm down! I am calm!" It was clear they be as anything but calm.
Sherlock smiled in relief that John wasn't sleeping with that moron.
"It was for your own good so you didn't break anything! You're the worst I've ever seen you!" Alexander protested his innocence.
Sherlock's relief then turned to anger or to be more precise fury. He looked the vampire up and down. He may not be able to take him on physically but mentally he was sure to win with words.
John started to whimper as the energy coursing through him was burning in his cold veins. He needed to move, to burn the energy. There was no time for a battle of wit instead he decided just to chuck him out. Alexander wasn't the only one who could be possessive over John. He should know that.
"ALEXANDER! Get out of my home!" Sherlock roared. Mrs Hudson winced as the sound hurt her ears. Sherlock continued when the government man didn't move. "I said LEAVE! You will not return to help John unless he or I express our desire for you to do so. Now get OUT!" Sherlock pointed at the door. Anger was leaking from every pore.
As the vampire strode past him Sherlock sneered in a whisper, "goodbye, Al."
The vampire cringed at the nickname that he knew the genius had used on purpose then quickly fled the property.
As soon as the detective heard the door slam he ran over to John who was whimpering and shaking as the energy ripped through him. He had fed less than five hours ago so his body was almost at peak energy levels. It took time for the body to absorb the blood. Within the next few hours John would reach his most excitable and energetic. If he was still chained to the bed then the energy would tear him apart. Not physically but the pent up energy will start to burn in his cold veins until he almost couldn't take the pain. The sudden rushes of energy were because he hadn't fed in weeks before today. His body was now trying to take as much in as possible. Making the energy come in concentrated bursts.
Sherlock could see that John was already in pain. His face was screwed up and loud whimpers were leaving his mouth as if he had to control over his voice.
Sherlock grabbed hold of one of the handcuffs before identifying a problem with his plan. He whipped around to face his brother, panic decorating his face.
"Key!" Sherlock shouted because of the raising panic. His eyes darted around the room searching for the key but when he looked back down to the handcuffs he realised that there was no keyhole. He was about to question the design when John caught his attention.
John had stared gasping for air. Sherlock fell onto his knees beside his friend's bed. John tried to say something but a wave of pain caused his lips to stop moving briefly.
"Sher-Sher- loc-k," The pain was causing the vampire to jolt in his bed. Leaving his words broken. "It's too late to let -ugh!- let m-me out. Go and come back in a few h-hours. Ugh!"
Sherlock was about to say no when the vampire's fangs descended and his pupils enlarged.
"G-go! I won't be able to control myself" John finished the sentence with a blood curdling scream as a deep burn bit inside of his veins.
Sherlock stood and backed away slowly. It was the second time today that Sherlock Holmes was scared of John Watson. The other two people in the room were confused by John's sudden pain and why Sherlock was leaving his love tied up in a room all alone going through hell.
Sherlock led the others down the stairs into a glitter covered living room. Mycroft elegantly sat himself down into John's chair. Mrs Hudson sighed and went into the cupboard pulling out a dustpan and began to brush some glitter into the pan when the overweight politician interrupted her cleaning.
"Don't worry about it, Mrs Hudson. I will send a cleaning team over tomorrow. You just go down stairs and make yourself a nice cup of tea and have a relax," It was blatantly obvious to the detective that his brother was trying to get rid of the older woman but she couldn't see past his political charm so left the flat. "Now, Sherlock. What's wrong with you?"
Sherlock was shocked at the question. A sharp scream was heard from upstairs causing the detective to wince.
"Me? Nothing is wrong with me. I think you meant what is wrong with my flat mate?"
"I know all too well what is wrong with John. He is obviously high but that's not why I'm still here. What I want to know is why you left your drug addled best and only friend home alone while high? Also, why aren't up there now? You know what it is like to have your system full of drugs so I suggest you help him." Mycroft sneered.
Sherlock was sat with his jaw slack and was staring at the man with the umbrella. Glitter was covering the tips of his trousers and some had somehow gotten in his hair. Good job, John. Sherlock decided that he wasn't going to answer that statement.
"How did the glitter make its way into the flat anyway?" Sherlock wondered out loud.
"John was looking at it." Mycroft sounded confused.
"What?" Sherlock was confused as well for all of 2 seconds before he remembered John's HD vision. "Oh"
"Just make sure that it doesn't happen again. It was like watching a child."
Mycroft rose to his feet, not expecting an answer from Sherlock. He made his way to the door but turned just before he went through.
"I think he needs you, Sherlock. Don't let him down." Mycroft turned brushed some glitter from his legs before treading down the stairs out onto Baker Street.
Sherlock gripped the arm of his chair so hard his knuckles became white. He could hear John screaming in the room above him. The scream was dark and deep as if it came from anyone but the small friendly doctor. Sherlock needed to get him out. He needs to open the handcuffs. How did Alexander do it? Alexander!
Where is the key?!-SH
What key?-Alexander
Don't be dense. I know you have it-SH
Oh, you mean the key to the handcuffs. Yeah, I don't have it. To be more precise, there isn't one. It's a pressure lock. The handcuffs will unlock automatically after John's blood pressure goes down. Happy? Toodles!-Alexander
Sherlock growled and gripped his phone tightly. He would hunt the vampire down and kill him but the genius knew he was no match for a vampire. He sat staring at the clock as the hands slowly made their way around the face.
Sherlock exhaled. He could feel his heart breaking as John screaming echoed throughout the flat. Sherlock stood and walked to the bottom of the stairs, looking up he wondered how long a few hours would be. Obviously three or more. The detective moaned and directed his eyes towards his watch. It had been an hour and six minutes. Surely long enough.
Sherlock ran up the stairs and placed his hand on the handle. His other hand he put higher up on the door with his palm stretched out on the cold wood. He rested his forehead against the painted door. He stood in this position silently for what felt like forever.
He gathered all his courage then proceeded to gently push the door open. The screams hadn't stopped but the genius was trying to block the sound out. He closed his eyes and stepped inside. The sound suddenly stopped and as a consequence Sherlock opened his eyes. The sight that greeted him made him freeze on the spot and a shiver to fall down his spine. John.
John was staring up at him from where he was tied to the bed. His pupils were wider than Sherlock had ever seen them before and his fangs were descended. John stared at the tall brunette for less than a second before launching himself at the detective. Sherlock would have run but his legs were turned to jelly. Luckily for the genius, John's wrists were still attached to the headboard which was now looking battered and dented. The doctor again tried to thrust himself at his flat mate, hissing and letting out a pained high pitch screech when he couldn't reach.
Sherlock shook himself out of position to slowly retreat backwards from the room. He closed the door behind him. He lent his back against it before sliding down to sit on the floor leaning against John's door. He really needs to learn to be patient and listen to advise on waiting times. The sociopath let his head fall back and rest against the door separating him from his love.
The hissing continued for about twenty-five minutes after Sherlock had left the room and after it receded the spine-chilling screaming started again.
Sherlock had to help John but how?
