Chapter 25

Sherlock embraced the soldier beneath him, "John. I missed you so much, but we have to do this, before she notices what I know now, come on," he made John look at him, by placing his index finger under his chin and his thumb to John's bottom lip. He traced it under his skin and shivered out how familiar this touch was, and how he hadn't noticed how much he REALLY missed it.

He placed his lips lightly on John's and the hand went from his face to his waist and gripped him tighter, rubbing them closer together. John stood up straighter and brushed his lips over Sherlock's, "I missed you more," he teased a whisper onto Sherlock's soft lips.

The detective growled slightly and crashed their lips together again. This was just full of possession, maybe lust, but who could tell? They hadn't been like this, in what John felt like was forever. And because of this, he wanted to taste Sherlock again. Just one more time.

His tongue flicked across the burnett's bottom lip, and Sherlock gracefully glided his tongue through John's small but soft lips and brushed his tongue against John's, and the taste of each other burst into them. John moaned a little and Sherlock growled and smashed them together again. Sherlock's sweet tongue left John's mouth and John teased by biting really Sherlock's lip. He really needed to stop now, but he couldn't.

The butterfly kisses were exchanged and they let go, "Missed that too," they said almost in unison. They smiled and kissed again, and broke for good. They knew if they didn't, it would go too far and take too much time. Sherlock started explaining what he knew he had to do, "You need Vamp blood and a little bit of human and Demon blood, but very little on the Demon."

This is after all just a blood spell, plus, they were dealing with Vamps here, everything is blood in the end. "I'm sorry, Sherlock but for what exactly?" John had to ask.

His eyes were wild and full of a passion for this excitement, as he grabbed John by the shoulders, "That's the fun part, we're going to become Demons! It's almost the only way, and I really don't want the other way," he shook his head and his curls bounced.

"The other way?" John arched an eyebrow at him, and Sherlock knew he had to explain.

"We could just die-"

"Yeah, becoming a Demon seems better then. So, how do we even get all this blood?" John asked his clever tall detective.

Sherlock smiled down on his soldier, "Together then? Like always?" he asked his little blond. John nodded. So they easily got the Vamp blood, and now they needed human and Demon blood. Sherlock said he'd get Irene, and John said he could just get some from one of the soldiers.

But Sherlock needed to know, "Can you flip through dimensions?"

"Yes, why?" Sherlock nodded. And they disappeared from each other. John easily got the blood from Jen, he felt it should be her, he didn't know why. But Sherlock getting blood was a little weirder.

He found Irene kneeling in front of a man, and he struck her. she fell to the floor on her hands, "Please. I need to help them, don't-"

He kicked her, "You wanna help them?! how could you even?! Ugh! You disgust me!" he makes her stand and throws her into the wall on her back.. Sherlock didn't like seeing her like this. Sure, he wanted to cause her harm, but not like this, not when she was powerless.

"Irene! Run!" he shouted and was behind the man in moments, he tapped his shoulder, and the man turned around, fuming with anger, "Hi!" he waved and hooked his left fist to the man's jaw. He disappeared and found John again. "Failed, a little."

He sat in his chair, but Irene walked out from the hall, "Hi. Thanks for that by the way Need help?" and the pieces flew together! Irene wasn't protecting herself, she was protecting them. she was helping them.

He stood and looked to John, "I already got the blood." John held up the vile the crimson was held in. then he produced another he had, and poured a little of each into cups he had found and washed out for this purpose.

Together they drank, and it went down their throats as alcohol does, but stronger. Wow, that had a punch! Irene stood between them, "Good," she put her hands to one of each of their shoulders, "Now I can leave," she produced a knife and slit her throat.

"Ah! Irene!" Sherlock shouted, then the high kicked in and he relaxed. Too much in fact, and passed out. But John was already out and dreaming. Sherlock joined him in watching Irene kill herself again and again, each time, the blood splattered and spread further.

Sherlock made them turn away by kissing John, he couldn't get enough of this. "Did we just die?" he asked, focusing on John's eyes instead of the ghast (replay of a death) replaying to their side. John shook his head and shrugged, he didn't know.

John faded from Sherlock, and as he looked one last time at Irene, she winked, and he had just noticed this, before he came back to consciousness. Irene was gone, as he suspected, because she had slipped drugs into her veins before she gave blood, he could taste it now. He didn't know what it was, but it was strong, he'll give her that.

But, what neither of them suspected was that this poison did kill them, and they hadn't realized this until they saw their bodies. Sherlock shrugged, "Together?" he motioned to hold John's hand.

John took it, and it felt so much better than ever before, "Together." He nodded and brought Sherlock into a hug. Their hands were still linked, but he kissed him and then a light appeared. They never thought this would be the end, but it was finally over.

The Angel holding their book slammed it shut between his fingers, "Hmm. He turned to the Angel beside him, "Reap them. they'll be interesting to have around." The woman nodded and smiled.

She disappeared and went to reap the most famous of the Vampyre species. She felt honored, and giddy she was going to meet them. and their ending was well deserved and yet they still felt as if they had more to do. Felt as if something was missing, but this was the end.

I guess they were truly fighters, and only survived to meet one another, and they were so strong, they were considered heroes, and for this, they got a heroic death, in Heaven, where they won't fit in much, but at least they'll be happy. Finally, they'll be blissfully happy without a doubt.

*blows raspberry* they all die in the end, and it pisses you off, doesn't it? oh well, I needed to end it and this sounded sweet, but horrific a little, so... yay! review even if you rant at me about how I shouldn't have done this... :P