Few hours had passed since Lucy and Jim had taken their leave, and it had started to darken outside and lights everywhere started to do their daily job. Lestrade casually walked into Baker Street 221b, announcing his and his crew's presence. "Let's go, Sherlock," he said. "I gathered all the less annoying workers out there."

Sherlock grabbed his outside clothing and walked out with Lestrade.

"Please, tell every one of your workers to not turn on the siren, we don't want alarm any vampires out there." Sherlock said as he got into the car. Lestrade immediately shouted to his co-workers: "Don't turn on the siren and attract any unnecessary attention." The co-workers nodded and they started to ride their way into the targeted night club

As Sherlock walked in and looked around. He walked up to a man whose back was turned to him "Why am I not surprised to see you here Jim?"

Lestrade's eyes widened in surprise. "Is that-? Why is he-?" He was stopped by Sherlock, who raised his hand to Lestrade's mouth. "Don't ask any questions and just go along with it." Lestrade stayed silent, though he was very curious about how he has got to do with the case.

Jim turned around smiling "You know how dangerous it is to be out at night and you wouldn't want me to tell your girlfriend that you got hurt now would we?"

"I think she wouldn't mind if I came back alive." He smirked. Lestrade's mouth opened as if about to question him about it.

"Don't ask questions, Lestrade." Sherlock stopped him once again, and of course, Lestrade obeyed.

"Have you spoken to the owner of this place?" Sherlock asked Jim.

"Yes, she was quite surprised for some reason. Probably, because she tried to assassinate me quite some time ago."

"Very well." he paused. "Let me guess, they're trying to make their leave in the back room as we speak."

"So it seems."

Sherlock signalled the police officers in bulletproof vests, silver-bulleted guns and stakes to go to the back room.

"Ah, and also check the basement, where they keep the new-borns."

"I guess you will look around as well then?" Jim asked

"Yes," Sherlock nodded. "I want to find the vampire, who targeted Mari, and beat him up as much as I can. Then end his miserable life."

"That can be arranged" He smirked

"I measured his teeth from the bite, so if I could just only see his teeth, I can recognize him." he gazed around the night club, where loads of people - most of them obviously vampires - were still drinking and having fun, even after the owners of the club are getting eliminated in the next room.

Sherlock scanned the room, looking at all the people talking, drinking, having fun, and thinking they're getting lucky tonight. It disgusted him in some ways. It just proves to him what idiotic race this actually is. Then he noticed someone looking back at him. His eyes were glinting in the dark, with a small hint of red. "I think I found him. Or rather, he found me."

Jim looked at the man from the corner of his eye. "Yep that's him, seen him before once or twice, want me to get him outside for you?"

Just as Jim said those words, he started to head for the back door, which lead outside. "I think he's the mind reader types."

"Maybe so, you follow him, I'll catch up in a minute"

Sherlock nodded and headed to the same door. He knew this could be dangerous, since he could be type that reads minds. The only thing to do now is to confuse the enemy with his confusing thinking process.

Once Sherlock stepped outside, he felt the cold breeze brush through him like a pointy icesicle. He looked around and there was no sign of that man. Few seconds later, he noticed him casually walking down an alleyway to the left. Sherlock followed.

They walked for about 5 minutes until the vampire stopped and said: "I assume you hate me for doing what I did," he paused. "But I had no other choice - you were getting too close."

Sherlock stopped too and glared at the undead in front of him. It took him a while to reply, since he has messed up his thinking system for safety measures.

"Why did you target her, not me?" he said. "If you would

Have targeted me, I probably would have been slower. Much slower."

"Incorrect, Mr Holmes." The vampire turned around, revealing his hungry red eyes. "She would have figured out much faster than you did."

"What are you talking about?"

"She knows more about the vampire fiction than you do. The fiction she has read has truth in it. Much more than you can imagine."

"I still got you, though. Most of you."

"That's where you're wrong, Mr Holmes." he smirked and revealed his pointy teeth. "Our superiors managed to escape a few minutes before you ransacked our most loathed new borns. Those who are not even worthy to be called "a vampire"."

"I will find them, too, so you don't have to worry about that."

"I know." He stepped closer. "That's why I was assigned to

Kill you and leave you lifeless. Don't worry; I will make it so you won't come back to life." With those last words, he striked at Sherlock likes a thirsty kitty cat with sharp nails.

Sherlock quickly dodged the first move my moving aside. The vampire landed on his feet and turned to Sherlock. "You can run, but you cannot hide, Holmes, I can hear your thinking loud and clear."

The vampire moved to Sherlock gain, this time striking multiple punches aimed for his face. But fortunately, Sherlock managed to dodge few of them. Some of them left a few cuts on his face - the vampire had annoyingly long nails.

Just ask the vampire was about the strike again Jim came out of nowhere in front of him and pushed him against the wall "I wouldn't do that if I were you"

The vampire slowly peeled himself out of the wall and glared at his attack. "James didn't expect to see you here." He grinned. Sherlock also glared at Jim. "I could have handled it myself, you know." Though deep inside... he was kinda... thankful.

"Well, you know" He smirked "There's certain people I would like to kill for myself, more fun that way"

"You want to kill me, huh?" The vampire laughed his voice octave higher. "You would kill your own kind? We're the same, James, think about it."

"Yes well you picked on the wrong person and that hurt my feelings" he teasing voice turned more serious "now enough of this talking,theres some business I have to attend to"

"If you're going to kill me, you'll never know where Karen is." The vampire snickered, obviously having fun with this.

"How about you tell me now and I will spare your pathetic life that is unless you lie to me"

The vampire waved his finger left-to-right naughty-naughty style. "Now that would be boring, now wouldn't it?"

"Yes, it might just be" he smirked. There was a sudden loud noise, the vampire suddenly fell to the floor, and blood was falling from a hole in his head. "But it seemed to be that you were boring me" He turned to Sherlock "You can thank me later, right now you should get back to the others and continue with this case because the police will be making their way here in a second"

Sherlock nodded, a bit surprised by what he did - he chose to sacrifice the knowledge of knowing where she is. But the loud noise... Where the hell did it come from?

Jim walked away from Sherlock, leaving him on his own with the corpse. Sherlock waited until Jim wasn't seen and knelt down to examine the corpse. He wanted to know what had killed him and where it came from. Sherlock took a bullet - silver, apparently hand-made due to it not having a serial number, very well made bullet, and killed the target in an instant. He looked up to locate the gunner's point of view. There was obviously no one there, but Sherlock could imagine someone there. He placed the bullet into his pocket and made his way back towards the club.

Lestrade saw Sherlock a few moments later and walked up to him "A body has been found not so far away from here"

"Human?" He asked, keeping his voice down.

"Not sure"

Sherlock played along as if he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Oh. Cause of death?"

"Apparently he was hit in the head but no bullet has been found yet"

"Him, that's strange. Are you sure it isn't just a blow to the head with a sharp object?"

"No there's a small hole on his forehead, quite deep"

"I see. Perhaps it's a work of an assassin?"

"We're still working on it; you want to come have a look?"

"Later. I have to check on the other leaches first."

"Sure thing, I'll be off to go check the body myself"

Sherlock nodded and then decided to go home, he had seen enough for one night.