Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Steve Moffat, Mark Gatiss own Sherlock and his realm. I just own my computer,my version of Openoffice, and my sick fantasies. English is not my native language, and this story is un-betaed, so please forgive the mistakes and the typos.

Anon on Tumblr gave me this prompt: "Sherlolly with vampire!sherlock and werewolf!molly".

She could only run. "Run, and you will be safe", had been his father's last advice, and she had always listened to her father. The thick foliage covered the reassuring light of the moon, and her sense of smell was thrown off balance by the fear. For the second time that night she saw the the brook on her left, the same huge rock in the center of the riverbed. Lost...she was lost. And alone...the last of her family.

She eyed the stream of water: it had a strong current, but maybe she could cross it...

"I wouldn't do it, if I were you...". A man's voice reached her ears; by instinct she bared her fangs, and changed her posture, trying to strike more fear than she was feeling at the moment.

"You're too tired, and too thin...you will drown in less than a minute". His tone was cold, sober, with an hint of amusement. She growled in return, circling the large oak where her keen sense of hearing had located the stranger. There, on one of the lowest branch, was sitting a young man. In the faint moonlight, she saw him snigger at her, showing his pointed canines.

"A vampire!". Her eyes widened at the revelation: she was too weak to fight a vampire, even a young one. She growled, cowering, and tried to find a way to escape. Even the prospect of drowning was more welcomed than the idea of dying by the fangs of a bloodsucker.

"I have no intention of attacking you...". His words arrived unexpected. She stopped, and he jumped down. "I have a friend...he's like you, a werewolf. You can hide behind that bush, and turn back to your human form, while I go and fetch him. John is a member of the North pack, and he can help you".

She contemplated his offer: it could be a trap. "If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it when you entered this forest. Now do as I said; you don't want another vampire to find you, do you?". His tone was arrogant, too smug for her liking, but she had no other choice. She found a large shrub on her right and proceeded to return to her human form. She removed the leaves from her long, chestnut hair, and from her hiding place she looked at the vampire leaping on the high tree top, ready to go.

"Wait! Tell me your name!". Her shy voice rang out in the silent forest. He simply looked down. "Why do you want to know?".

"So I may thank you...Mine is Molly, by the way".

She could only gaze at his back, but she could imagine him smirking when he said "The name is Sherlock. And you're welcome", before he dashed away, disappearing in the dark.

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