"You don't suppose it has anything to do with Violet Hunter, do you?"
"It could be. After all, these people are our fans. Supposedly, that is."
Holmes and I were sitting around the evening fire, looking at the next writer. Or, as Holmes chose to term it, looking at the 'next generation of antichrists ready to throw the world into absolute and complete chaos.'
"Isn't that a too….extreme term.?"
Holmes gave me a dark look. "Not for them, Watson. Not for them."
I looked dubiously at our latest writer."She doesn't look as dangerous as the others, Holmes."
"Not as first glance, Watson, and that is the danger. As our first writer proved, they evolve very quickly. By tomorrow she might have written off another story where-oh for heaven's sake!"
I blinked at him as he looked at the object in his hand in distaste and immediately bit back a laugh. My friend looked at me scathingly.
"I suppose you find this funny, do you?" He held out the little glass pipe in his hand, which seconds ago had replaced his briarwood one.
"It looks like you made somebody angry."
"Oh, very funny." He snarled. "However, you do not seem to be surprised." He regarded me thoughtfully. "You better not be in league with them, Watson."
"Holmes!"
"You are a writer."
"Do you not trust me?" I was bitterly hurt, but the makings of a plan were already forming in my mind.
"No, it is not that" he said hastily, noting the dangerous gleam in my eye and quickly sought to change the topic. "Its about the girl."
My eyebrows rose. "Ms. VHunter07? She hardly seems to affect the topic under discussion."
"Not at all!" His tone was vehement. He proceeded to elucidate what he meant, growing more excited by the minute.
"Look at this one!"
I glanced at the unfortunate writing which had prompted his burst of indignation and had to hastily stifle a laugh when a noticed the title.
A Study In Red
I clamped my jaws shut and quickly looked out of the window in an effort to conceal my amusement. A few minutes later, I looked back and winced when I found Holmes glaring at me.
"What is so funny, Watson?"
"Well…um…other then the fact that this is a Valentine's Day fanfiction and…." I found my steam gradually running out from the piercing scrutiny of those grey eyes. "Well, what do you think?"
"I find it most offensive that she considers that I may –"
"-treat the fair sex so malignantly?"
"No!" He looked furious. "That I would stoop to even opening the letter!"
I really did laugh this time, earning myself a scathing look. "Well, then, they have made you far better off then you really are!" I ducked as a heavy book flew over my shoulder.
"Alright, the next one, the next one!" I said hastily, as another, heavier bound book sailed past my left ear.
I'm so sorry for the late update! Things have been kind of bad at home now, so I really haven't had the time. I'm sorry if its kind of short, I really have a bad time insulting you guys. Hope you like it, VHunter07!
And, I only plan to include ten or so authors. Then the GRAND FINAL!!
