So, this is the final chapter I have for this piece at the moment. I had expected it to end here, and then the parental plot bunnies that inspired this story in the first place sort of got busy again, and had a second plot baby bunny. (Seriously guys, keep it in your metaphorical bunny trousers!) Anyway, a sequel/continuation of this piece will be written eventually. Sadly, it might be for a bit, as I've moved on to other projects. At any rate, I hope you enjoy this final chapter!

Keep in mind, I do not own characters/places/actors/creators/authors. I am simply having a bit of fun. :D

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Everything was set in place. Molly simply waited in the lab, staring out the window. She heard a gunshot, and began to try to sense the state of her detective. He was fine, though severely stressed. The pathologist paced around, waiting. Suddenly, she saw a shadow pass by the open window, and heard the loud crunching sound that she anticipated. Soon after that, a crowd of screams rang out, and Molly moved quickly. She ran down the halls to meet the men as they wheeled her detective in on a gurney. They moved him into the morgue. Molly harshly yelled at them to leave, and bolted the door shut behind them. Molly made her way to Sherlock, who hadn't moved yet.

"It's okay, they're gone." She whispered to him. No response. Molly's brow furrowed as she nudged him. Again, nothing. She checked his breath. Gone. She checked his pulse on his neck, not his arm as they had made sure John would do. It too was absent. That's when her panic set in.

"Sherlock? Sherlock?! Come on, wake up!" She shoved his shoulder hard. He didn't answer her, just lulled back onto the slab. Molly's eyes welled up with tears, and she began beating on his chest.

"This isn't the plan, remember? Please, you have to live! You have to!" Tears fell from her eyes and onto his chest. She caught a glimpse of the pale skin on his neck, and had the instant solution. The conflict burned deep inside her, the human not wanting to comply with the creature. 'There's no other way. You know this.' It said. Molly nodded in agreement. She looked down over him, and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Please, please forgive me." She whispered to him. Then, she pushed aside the collar of his shirt, and felt for the best spot along his neck to bite. A very deep breath in and out, and then she sunk her fangs into him. He was far sweeter than she had imagined he would be. She felt his blood running cool, and she quickly pulled away at the last feeling of his life. With a quick bite to her own wrist, Molly held open Sherlock's lips in the clean hand, and flexed the bitten one against his mouth. Blood gently bubbled from her and past his lips. Molly could only sit and pray as she tried to force him to feed from her. The tears spilled just as freely as her blood, and she barely noticed him swallow the first gulp. It wasn't until his tongue flicked out and over her puncture marks that Molly was sure he was coming back. Soon, the man sat up, taking her wrist in his hands and suckling her blood. She began feeling the first sign of fatigue and dizziness at his first bite. His eyes had widened as she moaned out in pain. His magnetic gaze dropped to where his lips met her hand, covered in blood. Instead of the fearful panic she was expecting, he simply let go and looked up to her. The tense silence thickened in the air, until finally he spoke.

"Why?" Molly looked down in shame.

"Things didn't go as planned." He nodded a bit as he thought over her answer. Suddenly, Molly was caught off guard as Sherlock Holmes laughed. She gave him an odd look.

"I knew it. I've always known there was something special about you. Something different. I narrowed down the potential oddities when I had seen your display of strength after the Christmas party...and again when John and I were at Baskerville. Several oddities revealed that I had thought unreal previously." Molly's jaw dropped as he spoke.

"But...how did..."

"The window." Sherlock answered stoically. He blinked, and Molly saw that spark enter his eyes. She looked back at him as his gaze changed and pierced her.

"So, what happens now? What am I to do as this?" He said darkly. Molly felt another tear shed. She turned away from him. 'This isn't him speaking. It's the hunter inside him now.' She reminded herself.

"It was the only way, Sherlock. I couldn't let you die." With that, he turned quickly, grabbing her by the shoulders and pinning her to the wall across the room violently.

"Why? Why not just let me die? It would have been over. It would have been over regardless if I lived or died. So why?" He yelled in her face. Molly had switched at this point, ready to defend herself. She showed her fangs in a vicious manner, grabbing his arms just as strongly as he held hers.

"Because you said you needed me! I offered you me, and that meant all of me, including this!" She hollered at him, before her teeth returned to normal. Sherlock could seethe fire leave her eyes, as it was replaced with the same, soft stare he knew so well. She smiled then, and he felt her grip loosen on his arms. She lifted her punctured wrist to him again.

"You'll need more soon. Just don't bleed me dry, okay?" Whatever pool of rage he had been emerged in moments ago had ebbed away. Molly saw the ferocity leave his eyes as he took hold of her wrist, and lifted it to his nose. He sniffed along her arm, before he placed his lips in front of the made holes. Molly nodded, whispering,

"You can have me."

Sherlock smiled a bit, before looking at her. She winced a bit as he bit into her again. His gaze held hers, and Molly could hear him as he thought.

'Thank you.'

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Aaaand that's what I've got for now. Like I said, this is all for now. Anyway, I just wanted to say a huge thank you to all of you for reading and reviewing and following it and favoriting. I've been a bit busy with life, so sadly I've neglected in listing you all off to give you PROPER credit. But know that I am TRULY TRULY TRULY grateful for you all taking time out of your day to read my stories and even better, enjoy them. Love you all to death!...and beyond. ;)