"I'm not stupid, John," Sherlock stated.
John jumped violently and laughed nervously. He turned in his chair and put down his book.
"What are you talking about?" John laughed out, still shaking a bit from the scare.
"Something happened," Sherlock said in a low voice.
He leaned in closer to John, who rubbed his shoulder slightly. Suddenly Sherlock grabbed his hand and ripped the shirt from his neck, revealing the skin of his shoulder.
"Sherlock!" John yelped, frantically.
"John, what is this?" Sherlock growled, "A bite? Who bit you? The teeth marks…it was a vampire! Who was it? Tell me now!"
John wasn't sure if it was Sherlock's intense eyes and voice or that he really wanted to tell Sherlock, but he was spilling out Moriarty's name before he could even breathe. He started telling Sherlock what happened. He felt hot tears roll down his face as he recounted Moriarty's teeth and hands and his awful, awful voice.
"I didn't tell you, because I didn't think you'd believe me," John finished in a whisper.
"Not believe you?" Sherlock shouted, "I love you! I will always believe you! I knew something was wrong as soon as you came into class earlier and gave me that fake-ass smile! I will always believe every word that comes from your mouth, John. Always."
John looked up at Sherlock with wide, tearful eyes. Sherlock's face softened a bit and he relaxed his grip on John's wrist and shoulder. He lowered himself until he was on one knee in front of John.
"I know you were scared," Sherlock whispered, "But I'm here for you. I will be here for you as long as we both live."
"Are you proposing to me?" John questioned.
Sherlock took notice of his position and choice of words. Not exactly what I was going for…but why not?
"Yes," Sherlock answered, taking John's hand in both of his, "Marry me, John Watson."
"Are you serious?" John asked.
"Yes," Sherlock nodded.
"No," John replied.
Sherlock froze. That is not at all what I was expecting. John slipped his hand from Sherlock's and abruptly stood. He turned away from Sherlock and walked to the door. Sherlock felt numb and cold all over. He heard the door open and close and John's retreating footsteps. Why do I feel so cold? Sherlock pondered. It was a feeling he couldn't quite place. Then suddenly it hit him very hard. I feel like a vampire again….
Little note: I know, I know. It's awful and horrible and I am a terrible, terrible person. BUT my writers instinct told me to do this. I have no idea why. I would like to say that I do or that I'm just being lazy, but something told me to end it here. I originally planned lots of answers to your questions and lots of action, but suddenly it was like "NO! STOP NOW!" So I did. Please feel free to send me messages about how awful I am and throw eggs at me. Starry, Tern, and Ginge: You all are my peeps. Thank you for still reviewing! Thanks to all the new followers and favioriters. I love you all!