There they sat, middle of the night nothing else to make a sound other then their chattering, slight arguments , and laughter. John was becoming more comfortable around the creature of the night, the only thing that made fears pry into his mind was well they literally just properly met today. It's true that this man seemed like a heartless and a absolute prick, yet there was something charming about the being that sat before John. Perhaps it was the one in a kind appearance that this man had owned, or maybe it was his eye's that seemed to pierce right through you whenever you looked at them dead on - whatever it was about Sherlock, John felt a magnetic force pulling him closer to this creature.

"Want to know whats funny Mr, Watson?" Sherlock asked, eyeing down the Solider like he was prey. John shifted uncomfortably while being under the stare of the vampire. Oh god he's going to try to kill me now isn't he?

Let him try, I'll kick his ass to the next century - That'll show him. Instead of turning into a demonic serial killer like the people that are trying to hurt me I'll go hulk on this man. John smash.

"John!, are you even listening?" John was snapped back into reality by Sherlock's voice. John's facial expression of confusion answered Sherlock's question right away. Sherlock sighed, "Do I at least have your attention right now?", John nodded.

"As I was saying, the funny thing is you know nothing about me, but I know almost all there is to you." Sherlock stated, smirking as if what he said was supposed to hurt the other person. John chuckled, "What all do you know about me Mr, Detective?"

"I know you used to be a Army Doctor who recently came back from Afghanistan whose been done on his luck ever since he's gotten back. Not much behind that really only that you got shot and sent back. Telling by the place you stay in you're most likely on bad terms with your family, if you weren't you would most likely be staying with them other then this - don't get offended, run down flat. I know you have a brother who you won't got to for help, probably because he's a alcoholic, maybe it's because he recently left his wife. I also have ideas and clues on your past relationships to, Mr. Watson, or rather Dr. Watson I guess." Sherlock spoke without stuttering, each word coming out way to fast for John's head to really keep up.

"Wait, hang on just a second," John interrupted," what do you mean by ideas and clues on my past relationships?" John raised a eyebrow and crossed his arms, waiting for a answer.

"Well, that you've been in a relationship with a werewolf in the past" Sherlock said bluntly staring off into space.

"Well, I think you've mistaken Mr. Holmes." John replied mocking Sherlock's voice. Watson doesn't recall ever being with one of those creatures, let alone being in the same room as one actually - you could never tell if someone was joking are not when they say oh hey I'm a were wolf.

" I beg to differ, you reek of a mutt, even though you can justify that by owning a dog I've walked in your flat and haven't seen any dog toy, new papers on the floor with feces , or the unholy hound dog itself." Sherlock sighed, it seemed like talking about any sort of canine seemed to irritate him. "Another statement, you can sense when a predator is lurking towards you, stalking you, you've felt it before - a overwhelming urge to run away, to fight this creature off, or perhaps...," Sherlock trailed off, looking lost in his own world of countless thoughts and theories, " to run into someones protective arms, but where is that someone Dr. Watson?" Sherlock eye's darkened as he settled his eyes upon John. "Ever wanted to know why these over sized dogs always go picking on other humans, but not you Dr. Watson?" Sherlock smirked.

"Why would that be?", John answered gazing away from the man before him. His palms seemed like they were getting sweaty, he could feel Sherlock staring right through him, he felt uncomfortable.

"It appears that whoever this werewolf that you were with intimately seems to have marked you, but here's the odd part." Sherlock stopped to put his hands underneath his chin ,"You're a human there's no way that this beast could've even made you its proper mate." John squeezed his hands together to make tight fists, man this supernatural stuff is confusing John said to himself. Most of what Sherlock had said was true, John didn't have family he could go to or got along with really. John had never even owned a dog in his entire life, despite the memories of begging for one as a child. John had also noticed weird behavior between those of the supernatural when John would walk by or attempt to have a friendly chat with. As for his brother, he didn't have one all he had was a older sister named Harriet, which they called Harry. Harry and John never quite got on, they always had their differences but John's view of his sister went down hill rapidly when she left her wife. John recalls it being one of the most insensitive things she had ever done. There was more to that story that what it appears, but John didn't even want to waste his energy remembering all of that mess. as John realized how much this man had gotten right his face twisted into a face of astoundment. Brilliant, John said to himself.

"Excuse me?", Sherlock's face showed confusion, well John doesn't look like you said that to yourself now, does it?

"Well, uh," John scrambled for words,"what you said, almost spot on- good, quite good." John nervously licked his lips, a bad habit of his, and continued on,"Just one thing you've missed there mate."

"And that is?" Sherlock huffed.

"I don't think my sibling has male genitals." John chuckled.

"A sister?", Sherlock gritted his teeth," There's always something missing." Sherlock soon chuckled along with John.

" What about you then, since you know basically all about me - any siblings?" John smiled, hoping that this action would lighten the room and he can hopefully find out more about this Sherlock Holmes.

"I've got a older brother, then I have a pig." Sherlock said, replacing the positions of his hands, now leaning on the desk with his elbow.

John snorted," A pig, seriously?" the image of a small house pig following this man around was hysterical to John for a odd reason.

"Yes, his name is Mycroft, and he will be the most dangerous man you'll ever meet if you have the misfortune to do so."

Oh so it's not a actual pig.

A few awkward coughs soon followed to try to catch the attention of the Consulting Detective to somehow to continue the conversation. This however didn't work it had seemed like the Detective had already dropped out of listening.

"So, any special girls in your life?", John had no clue why he had asked this, he just needed something to keep that silence from coming back.

"Nope, not really my area." Sherlock replied, though it still seemed like he paid barely any attention to the other man in the flat.

"Oh well, any guy?", Johns eye's grew wide as he realized what he had just asked, he quickly added," Which is perfectly fine by the way!" John nearly stuttering. Sherlock shot John a very odd look, as if he had been slightly offended.

"I know it's fine.", Sherlock replied eyeing the doctor down, as to find answers on why this man would even ask. "Dr. Watson I would like to inform you, that even though I'm somewhat flattered I am completely married to my work." Before Sherlock could even continue he was over voiced by John's nervous blabbering.

The room was quiet yet again, John gave up on all hope onto asking more personal questions - or even continuing a conversation at this point.

"You've said that I have been with a were wolf." John spoke up.

"Indeed, like I said you stink like a mutt."

"Well, maybe that's the thing trying to hunt me down." John said to Sherlock, he seemed like he felt indifferent to the idea.

"I haven't really told you the details behind what's really going on haven't I?" Sherlock began, "Then again I didn't have time to, since someone wanted to play sleeping beauty." Sherlock crossed his arms. John glared at Sherlock for the comment, at l east I didn't stab you while I passed out. Sherlock snorted, almost like he had read Johns thought's and heard what he had said.

"I know exactly what is after you Dr. Watson I just wanted revenge for you bumping into me.", Sherlock smirked as he continued, " I keep saying things about werewolves and it just now hit you that it might just be that. Well at least you figured it out, that's better then Anderson," who the hell is Anderson , "Though I sadly have to say that it's not a single wolf, matter of fact it seems like you have a pack after you." Sherlock finished. John blinked a few times, a whole pack. This can't be real, what the hell had John done to have this happen.

"So, what am I gonna do?" John asked, Sherlock's face showing confusion. "Am I going to have people watch over me, or are you going to let these people hunt me down just to catch them, or are you just going to stalk me until they make a move?"

"Well there's those options and there's another one." Sherlock replied, " There's a nice flat we could both move into, you wouldn't be alone hardly since the landlady would most likely always be there, as for myself hard to say."

"You want me, to move into a flat, with you?"

"Problem?" Sherlock asked."It would be better then living here in my own opinion."

"Where would this flat be apparently, since you already know the landlady?"

"221B, Baker Street." Sherlock stated firmly. John thought about the options he was given, he would like to get out of this place and possibly into something better. Then again, moving in with a man he had just met was kinda - well odd. "I sometimes play the violin at anytime." Sherlock said, without any context.

"I'm sorry, but what?", John asked slightly confused about what a violin had to do with any of this.

"Well, if we're going to be living together I think you should know some habits of mine before deciding to do so." Sherlock explained. He had seemed pretty confident that John would have went ahead and said yes, but all of this was just to strange for John to answer right away. Hell if I went ahead and got attacked would anyone even miss me? John wondered. He had barely any family, no lover , he had a few pals but none close enough for them to even worry about him. The only one that would probably care in the slightest would ironically be his sister. Now that Johns thought's began to hit a dark place, he had realized that this is the only thing that has really happened since he has gotten home. This was the only thing that changed up things in his life who knows maybe John can change it up a lot more. Maybe now his life wouldn't be a constant repeat of just basic survival and nothing more. This brought nervousness to John, but excitement at the same time. There was a slight chance that this man here himself could also kill John, he has no idea who he is - hell he could be lying about everything he's saying.

Out of no where a phone began to ring, making John slightly jump and Sherlock to sigh. "It's me don't worry.", Sherlock proceeded to pull his phone out of his pocket to answer. Sherlock had stepped out of the room, making his conversation private, John sat alone still pondering on what to do. John could hear Sherlock's footsteps pacing back and forth, he could also hear the sound of his voice - though not being able to make a word out. From what John could hear though was a heated conversation, he tried to listen very closely then he heard one word pig. John nearly busted out laughing at the insult heard from the other argument seemed to go on forever until Sherlock finally opened the door to the room quite aggressively.

"I'm sorry to inform you Dr. Watson, but it seems like I must take my leave." Sherlock spoke up,"If you wish to take up my offer about the flat meet me there tomorrow, I hardly doubt that the people after you would make a move tonight - though be on guard Dr. Watson." and with that Sherlock left in a hurry.