A/N You lucky people, you get a double update! I didn't think it was fair to leave it where the last chapter ended so, yea. That was one of the reasons I haven't update for a while, I was working on two chapters instead of one. Anyway, enjoy!

Everything Sherlock had endured over the last week or so, all the emotions, the constant, barely controlled, need for blood rose up within him and suddenly he was experiencing the strongest bloodlust in his life.

John forced himself to remain calm, even though Sherlock's fangs seemed twice as long, his eyes twice as red and his expression twice as feral. He no longer felt as if he was standing in front of Sherlock, he felt as if he was standing in front of an animal.

CRASH!

Sherlock had let his animalistic instincts take over and had slammed John against the wall. John was trapped and as Sherlock's grip on his shoulders tightened, he was sure that, even with his military training, he would be unable to escape.

He seems to posses superhuman strength, part of being a vampire? But Sherlock was not able to escape my grip earlier... it's probably another effect of the bloodlust. It suddenly dawned on John how he was completely at the mercy of the creature standing in front of him, being, as he was, unable to escape.

Well... shit. He thought.

John was brought back to the present by a hand roughly gripping his wrist and dragging it up to Sherlock's mouth level. Then Sherlock, comparatively gently, brought John's hand towards his mouth, keeping eye contact the whole time.

Sherlock was determined to try and stop if John showed any signs of dissent, he was just scared he wouldn't be able to. Sherlock was terrified.

John swallowed his fear and nodded at Sherlock.

Sherlock could almost hear John's voice saying continue. That was all it took. Sherlock bit into John's wrist.

John had to grit his teeth to stop himself crying out. It was painful, very painful. Sherlock had just bitten into his wrist, of course it was painful. After a moment however, the pain died away and a kind of peace washed over him. It was like sinking into a bath at the end of a long day.

This euphoric feeling could have lasted for five seconds or lasted five minutes but John eventually felt it slipping away little by little...

The moment Sherlock bit into John's wrist, he started drinking with a gusto that can only be understood by people who have experienced true hunger. His mind was empty of all logical thought and the only thing running through his head was feed feed feed feed feed kill-

Wait! Whoa stop! No! Not kill, he could not kill John! He MUST stop drinking or he WOULD kill John!

And with the greatest amount of self control Sherlock had ever had to exercise, he forced himself to pull his teeth out of John's blood vessel.

John gasped as he emerged from his trance and then immediately gasped a second time as he suddenly felt the pain from his wrist hit him with full force once again. Yet, almost immediately, the pain was gone. He looked down to see Sherlock licking the wound.

"Vampire saliva," he explained "heals bite wounds."

John nodded, it made sense. There was a pause.

"How are you?" John asked.

"Good, you?"

"Good."

A/N Ta da! I hope you like it. I will be doing an epilogue soon but this is the last official chapter! Thank you everyone who has favourited, followed and reviewed! It's been very encouraging. Thanks for reading, R&R :)