Hey guys,

I'm so sorry for making you guys wait over a week for the next chapter so to make up for it this chapter is incredibly longer then the first to so enjoy. Again I would like to say thank you again for all the reviews and story follows and favourites it's mean a lot.

Alright, so here's chapter three J

Chapter 3

As soon as Molly took the cup away from her lips she was met with Sherlock's loving gaze, giving her his signature smile. Molly licked her lips, wiping away any excess blood, revelling in the taste and smiled back at Sherlock. Sherlock grabbed hold of Molly's hand pulling her up out of her seat and around the table, he moved round to greet her, pulling her into his tight embrace wrapping his arms around her waist, pinning her arms by her sides and resting his chin on the top of her head. Molly, unable to do anything else, buried her head into Sherlock's chest. "Thank you Molly for giving me a second chance and for putting your trust in me."

Molly didn't reply, she just closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. They stood there for a few moments, just enjoying each other's warm embrace. Suddenly Molly flung herself backwards out of Sherlock's arms and her hands went over her mouth as she groaned in pained. It felt as though knifes were trying to force their way out of Molly's gums. Sherlock rushed forward and pulled Molly's hands away from her mouth much to her protest, "Molly, open your mouth for me, I need to see." Ordered Sherlock. Molly complied and opened her mouth, a pained whimper escaped her throat as she did so. Sherlock peered inside Molly's mouth and saw that her fangs had elongated through her gums. Sherlock smiled and nodded, telling Molly to close her mouth, she did so while looking at Sherlock the confusion evident on her face." "Your fangs have come through." Sherlock explained. Molly raised her brow and went over to the mirror on the wall, she opened her mouth and saw two sets of sharp fangs, one set on top and the other set on the bottom. Molly touched one of them lightly with her finger and flinched in pain. She closed her mouth and turned to look at Sherlock.

Sherlock watched her silently, giving her a smile. Molly turned back to the mirror and saw tat the veins around her eyes were raised slightly, she raised her hand to her face and ran her fingers over the veins around her eyes, as she did so the veins popped out even more and her eyes turned bloodshot. She jumped back from the mirror and turned around so she's no longer facing the mirror and placed her head in her small hands, she scrubbed at her face trying to rub off the veins and make her face return back to normal, "No, no, no stop it, make it stop what's wrong with my face? I'm a monster." Cried Molly. Sherlock stopped Molly from pacing and wrenched Molly's hands from her face again, "Molly calm down, it's just your vampiric face coming through, you can make retract you just have to breathe. Take deep breaths." Sherlock instructed. Molly nodded and took deep breaths, she could feel the veins settling back down under her skin and her fangs retracting back inside her gums. Molly kept breathing, keeping her vampire face at bay, trying to keep herself calm. Sherlock let go of her hands and lifted his right hand to cup Molly's cheek, stroking it, the motion used to calm her down as Sherlock felt that Molly was about to start freaking out again.

Once Molly had calmed down, she found Sherlock looking at her with a look that she didn't recognise, his head tilted to side. She frowned "What?"

Sherlock smiled proudly at her, "Nothing I'm just proud of you."

Molly's mouth quirked up into a half smirk and looked into Sherlock's beautiful blue eyes, "Well… There's a first time for everything."

Sherlock's smile turned into a grin " I told you, you could do this. You haven't freaked out and fled yet so you're doing pretty well so far." Sherlock replied, leaning in and resting his forehead against Molly's. They stayed like that enjoying the feel of one another, the atmosphere changing quickly between them, becoming thick and charged with electricity. Molly's breathe quickened as she saw Sherlock's eyes become dark with desire. "You're so beautiful," Sherlock whispered huskily. Molly couldn't help it, being in close proximity with Sherlock sent a shiver down her spine and set her nerve endings on fire. Sherlock smirked, sensing what Molly was feeling and ran his hand, slowly, sensually up and down Molly's arm. Molly growled and grabbed hold of Sherlock arm and pushed him, moving him with her new found speed up against the wall. She put her left arm on the wall next to Sherlock's head, her right hand still holding onto his arm. She glanced around her, finally noticing the she had moved herself and Sherlock and that she now had Sherlock pinned up against the wall. "How…" Molly started but Sherlock interjected "Perks of being immortal Molly, new found speed and strength that humans can only dream about." Sherlock said in that deep, sexy voice that made Molly go weak at the knees. He leaned in and brushed his lips lightly against Molly's and whispered "My Molly, mine…" She groaned in response and kissed Sherlock back roughly, her arms winding around Sherlock's neck her fingers threading into Sherlock's soft curls. Sherlock had his arms around Molly's waist and pulled her flush against him, her body moulding against his. The kiss turning possessive with want and need, Sherlock turned them around so Molly was the one pinned to the wall, using his hips to keep her pinned there. He kissed his way along her jaw towards her neck, lightly biting on the most sensitive part of her neck. Molly moaned and racked her fingers through Sherlock's hair, tugging at it, a low growl erupted from his throat causing him to bite down with his human teeth on her neck. Molly moaned again, gripping onto Sherlock's shoulders as she became overwhelmed with want and desire. Sherlock smirked against her neck, sensing her want and desire and planted a light kiss over the now healed mark where he bit her previously, "As tempted as I am to ravish you against this wall I think I should teach you more about being a vampire and you need to feed, we'll pick this up later." Sherlock said his voice raw, he winks at Molly and steps back letting her go. Molly sighs softly, already missing the close proximity and the feel of Sherlock against her. She pushes herself off of the wall, causing Sherlock to move further back putting more distance between his self and Molly, not trusting himself. Sherlock turned to look at the clock on left-hand side on the wall, he clears his throat "It'll be light outside soon so you'd better keep the curtains closed and away from the windows. We'll go out tonight and I'll show you how to feed, I'll get you a daylight ring later, so you'll be able to go out in daylight and be able to walk in the sun."

Molly raised her brow slightly confused. "Day light ring? So how come you can walk around in daylight? You don't have a ring and would I burn like it says in the books if I go out in the sun?" Molly asked quickly in one breath. Sherlock chuckled, "Wow, one question at a time. Yes you'll burn if you go out into the sun, your skin will blister and burn and you'll burst into flames. Not pretty. A daylight ring is a ring that's been spelled so that when you wear it, you'll be able to go out into the sun. I can walk in the sun because I have a daylight necklace, it's a stone lapis lazuli on a rope necklace. The stone's the part that's spelled to protect you in the sun. Molly nods intrigued, "So who spelled the necklace she's a witch. And believe it or not you also know her. You'll be surprised when we go see her…"

was it some kind of psychic?"

"A friend of mine, I've known her for several years,

The next night at around three in the morning Sherlock and Molly made their way to the local park around the corner from Molly's apartment. Sherlock thought that it would be the perfect place for Molly to practice her new abilities considering there's no forest nearby that would be more private, the park will have to do. Luckily, there won't be anyone around at this time of the morning apart form the drunk and it doesn't really matter if they see anything, they're drunk. So there they were, Molly in slacks a zip up jacket and converse and Sherlock, well Sherlock was still in his suit he refused to get changed but he had taken off the jacket, so he's in a dark blue shirt and grey trousers. He also has a zip lock sports bag over his shoulder filled with equipment need for the exercises he is going to practice on Molly.

"First thing I'm going to teach you Molly about being a vampire is control. You need to be able to feed without losing control and killing someone." Sherlock said while moving to the top of the grass hill to get a better look and feel of his surroundings. He dropped the bag on the floor and closed his eyes. Once he sensed what he was looking for is eyes snapped back open, a mischievous grin playing on his face. He turned and instructed Molly to come over and stand in front of him. "Okay I need you to close your eyes and concentrate, listen closely and tell me what you hear." He instructed while spinning her round so that her back was against Sherlock's front. Molly shut her eyes and cleared her mind focusing on the sound around them.

"I can here cats scraping in an alleyway four streets over, taxi's and cars pulling up and stopping at the traffic lights. There's a group of girl's laughing and talking about a hen party and a couple of drunk men, they're alone and one of them is close by, he's singing."

Sherlock smirks. "That's it. You've got it." Molly opened her eyes and spun around smiling, proud of herself. "The drunk you man you were speaking so fondly of is over there." Sherlock said pointing across the park to a middle-age man with black short hair, stumbling through the park merrily singing along to a Bon Jovi song. "Now what I want you to do is quite simple Molly, you're going to feed off that man, heal him and compel him to forget."

"What?" Molly gasped, "Oh no, no Sherlock I don't think I could do that."

"Don't worry Molly, I won't let you lose control, he'll be fine I promise." Sherlock reassured her, sensing her panic. Molly glanced at Sherlock still unsure and looked back at the Drunk. "Sher-" Molly started but without warning Sherlock grabbed Molly's hand ran with his vamp speed towards the man, effectively cutting Molly off. He stopped two feet away from the stumbling drunk and let go of Molly's hand. Sherlock strode over to the Drunk and stopped a few inches away from him looking into his eyes, Molly started to protest but Sherlock held his hand up to silence. He took hold of the Drunk's shoulders and started to compel him, "Don't move or call out for help, and do not scream. This will only hurt a little." Sherlock said his voice controlled, his pupils dilated compelling him. Molly watched in awe, trying to figure out how Sherlock did that. He turned to Molly summoning her forward, She stepped up towards them, standing in front of the Drunk. "What do you want me to do?" Molly asked nervously.

"Just listen for his heart beat, listen to the blood flowing under his skin, let your vampire side come out." Molly focused, listening to the man's heat beat, hearing the steady beat and the blood flowing in his veins. She growled, her pupils changing, going bloodshot as the veins cracked and protruded around her face, her fangs piercing out of her gums. Molly smirked and stalked towards her motionless prey and grabbing his head yanking it to the side exposing his throat. She plunged her fangs into the artery in his neck and sucked out the fresh sweet blood that tasted a mixture of alcohol and chocolate. Molly kept lapping up the blood, getting lost in the taste, she didn't notice that his heart beat was slowing down dramatically and the she was now killing him.

"Molly stop." Sherlock commanded, grabbing hold of her arm and pulling her back but she slapped his arm, pushing him off. Sherlock growled he couldn't pull her off without fear of Molly tearing this man's throat out, oh hell, Sherlock thought. He grabbed hold of Molly's ponytail and wrapped it around his hand and yanked it down. Molly's head was pulled backwards, her fangs ripped out of the Drunk's throat, she snarled and tried to fight Sherlock off too lost in the blood lust to care. Sherlock sighed annoyed and slammed Molly up against a nearby tree. He pinned her against the tree by her shoulders and pushed hard against her, keeping her in place. Molly snarled again and tried to push and fight her way out of Sherlock's death grip but redeemed it to be a struggle, Sherlock dug his fingers into her shoulders. "Molly look at me. You need to calm down, stop fighting and look at me." Molly looked at Sherlock and Sherlock stared back at her, he breathed deeply and used his pheromones to calm her down. Molly felt the air change around them, she started to feel warm and every time she breathed in deeply she felt light headed. Molly felt her self calm down and felt her fangs retract and her face settle back into her human one. Her eyes never left Sherlock's while she calmed down. Sherlock loosened her grip on his shoulders. "Sherlock…" Molly whispered, realising what she'd just done and turned to look at the now semi - conscious man on the floor. Sherlock let her go and she raced over and kneeled down beside the Drunk. She felt his pulse and started to panic as his pulse was very faint. "Sherlock help, he's dying." Sherlock came over and knelt down beside him and Molly. "Now for the next part, you need to heal him using your blood."

"What? How is my blood… What?"

"I need you to do exactly what I say and I'll explain it afterwards. Use your fangs and bite down into your wrist hard enough to draw blood." Molly started at him blankly, confused. "Just do it." Molly let her fangs elongate and she bit down painfully into her wrist, hard enough to draw blood. "Now pry his mouth open and put your wrist at the entrance of his mouth and tilt it so the blood runs down his throat, do this until he latches onto your wrist." Molly did as she was told and held her wrist at the man's mouth, her blood ran down his throat and he latched onto Molly's wrist drinking her rich tasting blood. Molly watched as she saw that the Drunk's throat magically heal and he was now fully conscious. Molly pulled her wrist away and rubbed the blood off her wrist. She gasped in surprise as saw that the two puncture marks that she had made with her teeth had healed. " Now compel." Commanded Sherlock.

Molly frowned and looked at him "How?"

"Look him straight in the eye." Molly turned back and looked him in the eye. "Now give him a command, take control and feel as though you're inside his mind, planting the idea there. Tell him to forget what happened and that he won't remember the past ten minutes. He'll only remember being drunk, stumbling through the park. Tell him to go home straight to bed. Say it like you mean it, like you believe it just as much as he will." Molly nodded.

"I'm sorry about this… You won't remember what happened. You'll forget what I did to you. You'll remember being drunk and that you took a short cut home through the park. Now go home and climb into bed." Molly's pupils dilated, feeling the connection with his mind and the Drunk's pupils shrunk down, the compulsion taking affect. Molly broke eye contact and moved back onto her knees and stood up. The Drunk blinked, shaking himself out of the trance and stood up. He looked at Sherlock and Molly bewildered, he closed his eyes and shook his head again, when his eyes opened all signs of confusion were gone the compulsion working and he carried on her merry way across the park.

Sherlock and Molly didn't speak until the Drunk was out of earshot. "Okay, what was that?" Molly asked clueless as to what just happened. "That my dear Molly was you feeding, healing and compelling a human. And you did it pretty well might I add." Sherlock said smiling proudly.

"But how? Seriously how was that possible?"

"Well vampire blood holds healing properties as well as being the key turning someone else into a vampire, if you make someone ingest your blood or inject someone with it ten it will heal any injuries or illnesses that that person has." Sherlock explained. Molly, speechless, just blinked and moved onto her next question. But Sherlock being Sherlock knew what she was going to ask and answered it before she had chance to ask the question, "Your wrist healed on it's own because you have vampire blood in your veins so you'll constantly heal if you're wounded. My blood bonded with your's when I turned you so my DNA bonded with your's, and considering that my DNA is more dominant then yours, you have the ability to yourself as well as other people with your blood. Every vampire has that ability. But if you haven't fed in a while or your extremely injured it will take longer for you body to heal because it doesn't have enough blood to compensate. The more replenished you are the stronger you'll be and the quicker you'll heal. You'll also be able to stay up in a fight for longer." Sherlock finished off.

Molly looked wide-eyed at Sherlock, trying to take this all in, making a mental note, "And what about the compulsion?"

Sherlock smiled "Ah. That's simple mind control. Human's mind are quite easy to manipulate if you know how, the brain is a wonderful thing but is can be easily fooled with the right tools. But there is something that can stop compulsion. A plant called vervain, if you ingest it or wear it in a piece of jewellery it can stop compulsion. Also if someone ingests it and you fed off of them then it can hurt you, when you drink the blood it will feel like you're drinking boiling water and you're being scolded, you're insides will feel like they're on fire, so I advise you not to do that."

Molly grimaced at hearing this, "Can vampires compel other vampires?" Sherlock shook his head. "No." Sherlock smiled at her, "Now you know that about compulsion you'll need to know about the other weaknesses we have, there aren't many but we do have some."

"You mean the wooden stakes, silver and garlic?" Molly asked with a playful look in her eyes.

"No." Sherlock said with a serious expression, "That's all bollocks." Molly smirked, Sherlock has never sworn in front of her before. "The only weaknesses we have is the sun, vervain if we come into contact with it and white oak stakes. Yes these are wooden stakes but they're extremely rare and made from a white oak tree that was one of it's kind. But you can also kill a vampire by then more aggressive methods of ripping out their heart or their head or setting them on fire." Molly gawped at this and shuddered at the thought of ripping someone's heart out. "Which is why…" Sherlock continued, crouching down and unzipping the sports bag he brought with them, "We need to practice your defensive skills." Molly watched as Sherlock took a long white object out of the bag. A white oak stake. "I thought you said they were rare?" Molly exclaimed.

"I did, but I never said that I didn't have one." Sherlock smirked mischievously. "Now before we start you need to know the ways to a vampire heart." Sherlock grabbed Molly's arm and twirled her round so that she was pressed back against his chest. Sherlock ran his hand slowly, sensually up Molly's arm. Molly's breath hitched in her throat as Sherlock made the hair's on the back of her neck stand on end and made her arm tingle underneath her jacket. His hand continued up her arm, along her shoulder and crossed over down her back. Making his way down her spin until he stops where her heart would be if he was trailing his hand along the front of her body. He moved his hand slightly to the left and jabbed two fingers in between two ribs. "Here. Between these two ribs, this is a way to the heart if you were to take a vampire from behind. Jam the stake between these two ribs and it's a clearer pathway, there's no other bones, just the lungs, well you don't need me to explain it to you, you are the pathologist after all." Sherlock said huskily into Molly's ear, "Another way is…" Sherlock moved his hand trailing it to the front of her chest , deliberately going over Molly's breast, squeezing it lightly causing a soft moan to escape Molly's throat. Molly was quivering, struggling to concentrate on what Sherlock was saying to her when all she could think about was what else Sherlock was able to do with those hands. Sherlock's hand stopped on the crevasse between her breasts, slightly to on the side of her left breast over Molly's heart. "Obviously this is the easiest way to someone's heart." Sherlock nipped Molly's earlobe, he could tell by the way Molly was quivering in his arms, her quickened breath and her pheromones that smelled strongly of desire that she was becoming aroused. Sherlock smirked perfect, Sherlock took it one step further to distract her and started planting lazy kisses along her neck. Molly inhaled deeply and leaned further back into Sherlock's touch.

"Sherlock…" Molly said breathlessly.

"Yes Molly?"

"What are you doing?"

"Well Molly…" Sherlock started, "You need to learn…" Sherlock kissed his way down to the most sensitive part of her neck, "How to defend yourself when…" He nipped and started sucking at her neck, "You're distracted…" He sucked harder, leaving a mark on Molly's neck, causing another moan to escape from her mouth, "Either it being seduced or otherwise." Sherlock finished kissing the base of her neck, his other hand with the white oak stake in wrapping around Molly's waist.

Molly used this opportunity and grabbed Sherlock's hand that was on her shoulder and flipped him over and onto the ground. While he was momentarily unable to react from being flipped onto the ground with such force, Molly grabbed the white oak stake from his hand and straddles Sherlock's waist. As Sherlock sat up he was met with soft lips attacking his, the kiss quickly turning rough and aggressive as the desire for one another became more evident. Sherlock's hands went to Molly's waist, gripping it lightly keeping her still. Molly's arms snaked around Sherlock's neck, still holding the white oak stake. As Sherlock got more absorbed in the kiss Molly used this opportunity and lifted the white oak stake aiming it towards the middle of Sherlock's back so it would scrap Sherlock's heart not piercing it. Sherlock sensed the movement and grabbed hold of Molly's arms rolling them over so that Molly was on her back, her arms pinned above her head on the grass. "Well played Miss Hooper." Sherlock said before he placed one more chaste kiss on Molly's lips. "Now the real training begins…"

Sherlock and Molly spent the reminder of the night teasing and fighting, testing Molly's strength. Sherlock was very pleased with what she had to offer and continued to push her further until the sun rose and they would have to return back to Molly's apartment.

Phew! *Wipes sweat from brow* That took longer then normal to write but I think it was worth it. I apologise if this seemed long winded but I needed to throw an explanation chapter in there somewhere. I apologise again for the long wait and I'll try and get chapter 4 up a lot more quicker. So please show me some love and leave a review.

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