John didn't know where to begin. He didn't even know why he was beginning. He didn't know this guy, this vampire. He had no reason to trust him. So why did he automatically say yes?
It's because he's just going to kill me anyway. Why should I resist? Maybe he'll be nice about it…or something.
"John?" Sherlock prompted, "You don't have to."
"I-it's o-o-ok," John took a shaky breath, "Well, I guess it kind of started when I was 7 years old. I was walking home from school-I lived pretty close to school-when this guy stopped me. He had raven black hair, tied in a ponytail. He was dressed really nice; I remember thinking "Why is he dressed for church?" His eyes were dark. He said "Hello there, Johnny." I didn't know how he knew my name, but when I asked he just laughed. Then he touched my face. I smiled at him and said I had to go home now. He said I could go home with him. I told him my mom wouldn't like that. He said he knew her and she said it was ok. I didn't know…"
John paused, his hands were shaking. He closed his eyes tightly. After taking a few deep breaths he slowly opened his eyes. Sherlock was leaning forward with a concerned look on his face.
"Are you ok?" Sherlock questioned.
"I'm fine," John mentally shook himself, "He bit into my shoulder, near my neck. I tried to scream, but his hand was over my mouth. He'd pulled us off to the side, in an alley. I tried to fight against him, but his body was pressed hard against me. I was so small. I started to black out, my eyes were going fuzzy. Suddenly, he stumbled back. His mouth was dripping with my blood. I was so shocked. I didn't know what to do. He stumbled around a bit, laughing. I hadn't realized I was on the ground until I fell over onto my side. I tried to move, but I was so weak. He leaned over me, wobbling a little. H-he touched m-my face. He said I was delicious. He s-said he'd c-come back s-s-some time. That's a-all. He just left. I f-felt a gust of wind a-and he was gone."
Sherlock stared at John, without emotion. His hands were tented underneath his chin. He cocked his head to the side a bit.
"There is more," Sherlock stated, it wasn't a question, but a statement.
"Yes," John sighed, "There were five more, over the next two years. A few weeks after my ninth birthday a tall blonde vampire grabbed me a-and f-f-f," john paused, taking a breath, "Forced himself on me. He left me in an alleyway bleeding from my arms and my ass. There was eight more in the next three years, like that, l-l-like the blonde one."
Sherlock's eyes seemed to soften as he stared at John. John shook his head. Not soften, he thought, he's a vampire. As far as John was concerned his new roommate would be no better than any of the others. John took another deep breath.
"And then there was Mr. Larson," John rubbed the back of his head nervously; "I met him when I was 13. He was my homeroom teacher. He, uh, wasn't really like the others. He took a little from me at a time, usually. And when he…raped me…it wasn't as fast or hungry. He didn't tell me not to tell, he would just look at me and smile before I left. I was so scared. I h-h-had n-no idea wh-what to do."
John stopped talking for several moments, as his hands started shaking.
"I just took it," he whispered, "For three years. Sometimes there would be a random vampire on my way home from school. When he found the marks he'd be really mad and hit me. Eventually, my mom figured out that something was wrong. She sort of got it out of me. I was having attacks and stuff and she finally asked what was going on and I sort of shouted about Mr. Larson. Th-they d-d-didn't get him."
"What?" Sherlock suddenly stood up.
"I s-said they didn't get him," John shrank back as Sherlock towered over him, "H-h-he g-got a-away."
"Right," Sherlock nodded, "Thanks for telling me everything. Sorry, but I have to go. Wait, what did he look like?"
"He h-had one brown eye and one blue eye," John hated remembering this, "And blonde hair. There was also a b-burn on his side. He said he f-fell on a hot coal."
"Thank you," Sherlock stated, no emotion on his face, "Now, I most go. I'll be back. Don't worry. Not that you would."
Sherlock started for the door in a hurry. He stopped and turned back to his shaking roommate.
"Should I get the nurse?" he said, cautiously.
"Y-y-yes," John's teeth chattered and his thighs began to shake.
"Right, got it," Sherlock made for the door again, "Oh, and don't leave the school until I return. That is very important. Stay in the school."
"O-o-o-o…" John shook so hard he couldn't finish saying ok.
Sherlock left in a gust of wind. John's vision started to blur. He tried putting his head between his knees like his doctor had told him, but he just ended up falling on the floor. His heart was beating wildly and he laid there wondering where Sherlock was going.