John's breath and heartbeat slowed down gradually. He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to look at how lost he was. All he wanted to see was Sherlock. Time seemed to move sluggishly as he sat there waiting for Sherlock. He felt himself drifted into sleep and he shook his head violently.

"G-g-gotta s-stay a-awake," he muttered.

"That you do, my dear," came a soft voice from above him.

His eyes snapped open and he pressed himself close to the wall. A tall, pale man stood before him. He had jet black hair that swept passed his shoulders in long, straight waves. The man's black eyes stared into John's. His lips curled up into a nasty smile that had John's hands shaking. Why are they always around? I can't seem to get rid of these goddam vampires! John thought in frustration. He took a few deep breaths and glared at the man.

"Y-y-you b-better s-stay away," He said boldly, "M-m-my f-friend will k-k-kill y-you if you h-hurt me."

The vampire laughed breezily at the bold young boy below him.

"Your friend will kill me?" the vampire mused, "Well, I hope he's very strong, because I'm not going down without a fight."

"H-h-he's k-killed b-before," John snarled at him.

The vampire's smile vanished and a fire lit in his eyes. He growled at the annoying blonde boy.

"I happen to be one of the oldest vampires around, boy," the vampire growled, "You should feel lucky that I have chosen you, boy. You will live with me."

"N-n-no I w-won't!" yelled John.

He stood up, clenching his shaking hands into fists and glowering at the vampire.

"I-i-I am s-so s-sick of th-this!" he yelled, "Y-you a-all th-think y-you c-can have m-me b-because I-I t-taste g-good or-or wh-whatev-ever. I-I'm n-not m-m-meat! I-I a-am a-a-a p-person!"

The vampire's frown deepened. He didn't like how defiant this human was being. He growled and bared his elongated fangs at John. John's heart threatened to explode and he felt tears in his eyes, but he stood his ground. The vampire lunged at him and bit roughly into his shoulder. John screamed in pain and the vampire gripped his arms tightly. John's vision was blurred and he could hardly see.

Suddenly there was a low animalistic growl and the vampire was flung from John. John crumpled and curled up, unable to see clearly. He saw dark shapes moving around and heard lots of snarls and growls. Finally there was a loud thump and that seemed to signal the end of it.

"I'll let you live so you can tell everyone that this human is to be left alone!"

John's head cleared slightly at the sound of Sherlock's voice.

"Let it be known," Sherlock said lowly, "That if he is ever touched by another vampire, they will die."

There was the sound of someone scrambling away. John's vision cleared a bit and he was able to see Sherlock's tall form standing near him. Sherlock suddenly swooped down on him. John tried to make his voice work, but his mouth just opened and closed as tears streamed down his face. Sherlock lifted him up slightly and pulled him close to his body.

"It's ok, John," Sherlock whispered, "I've got you now."

"I-it h-h-h-h-hurts," John sputtered through the pain.

Sherlock leaned forward and licked John's shoulder, where the wound was. John felt the pain lift slowly. It spread through his shoulder and arm. John gasped in surprise. He clung to Sherlock's coat as a tingly feeling spread through his shoulder. His vision cleared completely and his head followed suit. Sherlock lifted his head away to look into John's eyes.

"You're blood really in delicious," Sherlock licked his lips a bit, "Sorry. Can't help it."

"I-it's ok," John's voice shook, "I-I w-was s-scared."

He buried his face into Sherlock's shoulder and sobbed uncontrollably. Never had he felt so relieved and safe in his entire life. Sherlock held him tightly, loving the feeling of John's heart beating against his chest. He stroked John's hair and rocked him back and forth a bit. John's sobs slowly died away, but he never quit clinging to Sherlock's coat.

Finally, John turned his head to look up sheepishly at Sherlock.

"What were you doing out here?" Sherlock demanded.

"L-l-looking f-for you," John whimpered.

Sherlock's sharp eyes softened a bit and he smiled slightly at John.

"Why?" Sherlock questioned, "Why didn't you just call me?"

"U-uh," John looked away, embarrassed.

I didn't even think of that. Stupid, stupid, stupid. John mentally scolded himself.

"It's ok," Sherlock assured him, "You're safe now. What was it that you needed?"

"I-I j-just," John bit his lip, "Y-you s-said y-you l-loved m-me…"

"I do love you," replied Sherlock.

John looked up into Sherlock's cool blue-grey eyes and searched for any hint of lying. He searched and searched and saw only love and caring in those cool eyes. His eyes teared in response. He did the only thing he could think of; he reached up and kissed Sherlock softly on the mouth. Sherlock looked at him in surprise, his eyes widening comically and his mouth dropping open. John laughed softly.

"I think I love you too," he whispered.

Little note: I have an idea to continue this story. However, I want to know what you guys think. It wouldn't be all about the romance, there would be some more action in it. So continue with some more action or leave it at this? Up to you guys. Thanks for your continued support!