It's a Sherlock wedding with a vampire twist. And also, the last chapter.
The preparations for the wedding were done with a swift and decisive tone that made John's head spin. Greg was ten shades of giddy, he acted like it was his own wedding. This was different from all other Noble weddings though, it was a Noble Human wedding, meaning it was a private affair. Very private. It included John dying and coming back a Noble, the thing that terrified the man the most. Greg had told him the numbers, 1 in 4 died for good. John was scared, what if he died? What would Sherlock do then? He shuddered to think about it.
The day arrived on the wings of fog. John woke early in his own bed, it was customary for the couple to spend the night away from each other. He sat up and pulled on the white trousers and deep red shirt left for him. They were made from silk and felt amazing on his skin. Greg entered and painted dark kohl lines around his face to give him cat-like eyes. A loose, black scarf made from slippery material was wrapped around his neck, like wrapping a present. Greg was dressed in similar clothes, the colors reversed. They walked down the hall and into the left wing on the bottom floor. They entered a room that had a couch, a bed and, an alter in it. The alter was a gold color with a goblet and a statue of a lion on it's hind legs roaring on it. Greg bowed and backed out, his job done for now.
John sat on the couch and played with his scarf, calming his nerves as best as he could. He knew Sherlock would be here at seven o'clock sharp. When seven chimes rang through the house, the door opened. Sherlock was in all black, his own eyes smudged with kohl. He took in a sharp breath when he saw the smaller man.
"Oh John." He whispered out. The Noble seemed to take one huge step towards his future mate. He gathered the smaller man in his long arms and held him to his chest. He buried his face in his hobbit-hair fondly and breathed. John breathed in the scent of his future mate, wondering if he would smell different once he was a Noble. The sat like that for a good twenty minutes till Sherlock spoke again. "Are you ready my love?" He asked softly, his mouth skimming John's neck.
"Yes." John said, trying to make his voice sound strong. Sherlock became rigged, John could feel a shudder pass through the Noble's body. The air tensed around them.
"I love you." Sherlock whispered as his mouth past John's ear on the way to his neck. He felt fangs drag along his skin as they tugged the scarf away. John's head fell back, exposing his neck. Sherlock's breath hitched. John shut his eyes, tight at first then, he scolded himself. Sherlock had done this many times before, the star-points on his neck proof. Never like this. His brain pointed out to him. He relaxed his muscles, waiting.
Sherlock paused to take in the beauty sitting in his lap, ready to become his mate. Not too fast. He coached himself as he leaned in and placed his mouth over the star-points on John's neck. He let his fangs sink into the scarred flesh, the tips nicking a vein. John tensed in his lap for a split second before relaxing again. His head dropped back onto Sherlock's shoulder. Sherlock then began to suck the warm liquid from his lover. He paused every ten minutes to make sure John was alright. His breath was growing fainter, his eyes shut tight in the drug induced state. Sherlock took in an unneeded breath and continued.
After an hour, John's heart stopped. Sherlock felt panic claw at his chest. I did this. I killed again. I'm so sorry John. A sob escaped his mouth before some sort of logic broke through the panic. He is becoming a Noble, your mate. Sherlock calmed himself and nicked his wrist with his fangs. Thick ,black blood seeped out. He placed his wrist to the star-points on John's neck and felt his blood drip onto them. John's body took the black blood eagerly. Sherlock watched John's veins filled with not blue, but black. After ten minutes, he pulled away. John still looked dead dead, not Noble dead.
Sherlock panicked again. He picked John up and carried him to the bed. He laid him out and laid next to him. He watched the black blood sweep through his body, sending the Noble virus throughout the body. He watched color seep into his cheeks a little. The process took two hours.
John woke with a start, his first instinct to gasp for air. He felt the air rush in and then back out instantly. He felt no heart beat in his chest. He panicked. Am I dead? He wondered then laughed. He was, technically. Sherlock was next to him, a huge grin on his face.
"Welcome back, love." Sherlock purred. John hugged the taller Noble tight and breathed him. Just the same. He smiled at this. Sherlock pulled away and held out a thick gold and silver ring. "Time to get married." John laughed, forgetting all about that part.
A tall and thin Noble man came in, wearing long, flowing white and red robes. He stepped up to the alter and opened up a small book. Sherlock pulled John up, steadying the new Noble. He helped him to the alter and kept his arm hooked around his waist. Greg slipped in and stood near the back of the room.
"I have come to the home of Master Sherlock Holmes the First to see the marriage between him and Sir John Watson the First. They have found true love and wish to express it in holy matrimony." John smiled as he listened to the man drone. "Master Holmes, your ring." The Noble turned to the curly haired man. Sherlock pulled out the ring he had shown John. He cleared his throat.
"John Watson, when you came here, you were trouble in a hobbit sized body." John gasped at him while Sherlock laughed. "I beat you, hoping that would work. It didn't. Nothing broke that spirit. Until..." John shuddered." Anyways, that spirit was what made me fall in love with you. I will continue to love until the end of this world. Or you die, whichever comes first." Sherlock placed the ring on John's finger. "et diliget te amo semper animo" John smiled at his mate, a few tears staying down his cheeks.
"Master Watson, your ring." The Noble broke the tenseness. John pulled out a delicate silver ring.
"Sherlock, at first I hated you for taking me away from my life. Then I realized how much I loved my life here. It is a good life that I hope to share with you till we both die. I know you feel the same from the tear in your eye." Sherlock swiped at it. "Tuus sum in morte perpetuum" John slipped the ring onto Sherlock's finger.
"I now pronounce you Master Sherlock Holmes and Master John Watson-Holmes. You may kiss." The Noble priest nodded to the two of them. They kissed softly, tenderly. Greg cat-called. John raised a middle finger to his friend. Sherlock laughed on his lips. Sherlock swept him up into his arms, carrying him bridal style. John yelped in surprise.
"Time for the honeymoon." Sherlock sneered into his ear. John laughed as he hooked his arms around Sherlock's neck.
Twenty Years Later
John watched a curly haired boy chase after a light brown haired girl. "Hamish this is my candy!" The girl screamed as she darted around a tree. Hamish, about ten, snorted and went around the other side. The girl screamed in terror and dropped the candy. "Daddy! Hamish stole my candy!" The girl cried, racing up to John. The Noble chuckled and pulled his young daughter up onto his lap.
"I'm sorry Molly. I'll can get Joshua to get you more if you'd like?" John tried. Molly nodded with a sniffle. "Joshua!" John called. A thinish boy came rushing to his master's side.
"Yes sir?" He bowed to John.
"Can we get more candy?" John asked sweetly, Molly's little fingers traveling to his long, curly hair. Her fingers created a quick, messy braid. Joshua came back with a small bowl of candy. "Thank you." John smiled at him.
"Oh, Master John," Joshua lingered. The blond Noble looked to the Bloodlet. "Master Sherlock is home." Joshua smiled and backed away. A silly grin drew over John's face. Hamish was kicking a soccer ball around, his long legs carrying over the lawn quickly. Soon after, Sherlock appeared in the doorway to the outside.
"Da!" Molly cried, leaping from John's lap onto the other man.
"Da!" Hamish abandoned the ball and ran to his other father. Sherlock chuckled as he held his daughter and hugged his son. His sparkling blue eyes met his mate's over their children's heads. John smiled and nodded, a signal. Sherlock grinned and talked to his children, listening to their stories about the last week. John looked at his family, closed his eyes and smiled. He thought about Greg and Molly, both dead now, how Molly carried Hamish for them. How Greg cried along with Sherlock and John at the birth of Hamish. Molly was carried by one of Sherlock's friends, her brown hair from her.
"Hello love." Sherlock purred in his ear. John turned his head and kissed his husband. His life complete.
That was long. I hope you all really liked this story. I was scared to make this story reality, I thought it would get a horrible backlash. You all supported me though and for that, I am grateful. Thank you for reading. The words said by Sherlock and John were in Latin. John said;"i will forever be yours even in death." And Sherlock said;" i cherish your soul and will love you forever"