(A/N: hello everyone! I've been busy these past few days so I decided to release this teaser for Chapter 3. Enjoy! ^^)
"Expecting someone else, Sherlock? You could've been less surprised if you saw John or Lestrade or basically anyone because you think that the great Moriarty will sure hit you right in the gut." said their captor. "Didn't expect at all that it would be me." The devilish smile the person carried wasn't matching the subtle features, the soft presence, the identity that Sherlock knew. The person towered over Sherlock, kicking his chest and laughing maniacally.
"M-Molly." Sherlock breathed.
The pathologist laughed, her eyes flickering to black for a second. "Oh heaven's no! But no need to worry... Dear Molly is still locked in here somewhere, shouting for your name."
Sherlock's head was buzzing,the coldness taking over his body, his eyes drifting away slowly. He gathered every strength he has left to try to find out what happened to his dear friend.
"Wha-what have you d-done with her?" Sherlock managed, blood spluttering out his lips.
"When her fiancee left her, she was devastated. Her unrequited love for the great Sherlock Holmes caused her to choose a pathetic carbon copy of him and even that ended drastically. Poor soul, this one. All I have to do is visit her heartbreaking nightmare and-well, I managed to get a yes." replied Demon Molly.
"You cheated her." Castiel spat.
Molly turned to the angel, her grin growing wider. "In all technicalities, she said yes. I didn't cheat, I empathised."
"You got what you want with me. Let her go." Sherlock hissed, as he fell to his back, his clothes soaked in blood.
Molly leaned in closer, almost meeting Sherlock eye to eye. "She's screaming right now... Begging for me to heal you. How adorable."
"At least let me heal him." Castiel pleaded, almost burning himself in the fire.
"Tut tut, Cas. Just stay in your little angel circle and watch the show." Molly replied, laughing. She took out a small flask from her robe pocket and scooped a handful of Sherlock's blood, caressing the detective's wounded face haughtily.
"Don't sleep, love. You have a front-row ticket to your brother's return." The pathologist replied, healing Sherlock's stab wound and yet leaving him paralysed.
Sherlock and Castiel watched as Molly went up the stairs and went back to where they saw her playing with light. As she lit up black candles, the room was better illuminated and they saw a casket in the middle. Molly poured the contents of the flask and they heard her chant.
As she finished her spell, a figure started to stir from the casket. Stark naked, the figure rose from the casket, a devilish glint evident in his eyes.
"Did you miss me?"