HELLO! Right, sorry for not updating in a while, been on holiday, which means no texting emailing, tumblring or writing -.- but I'm here now! The story's fully fledged in my mind, so hopefully I should get this finished reasonably quickly :D if not, stay tuned! Feel free to drop in a review, I'd ove to know what you think!

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Sherlock, followed by John, closely trailed by Louise, all left the station, and turned right. They only walked for about five minutes before Sherlock stopped them. He turned to face John. "The man we're after is supposedly down here," He gestured to a nearby alleyway, it seemed dank and disgusting. "He's going to meet up with a friend in about five minutes. By that time we should be able to find him." Sherlock strode towards the alley, but John stopped him. "The homeless network normally gives you much more detail Sherlock, bit vague, wasn't it?" to two men shared a glance, the doubt fled from Sherlock's face as soon as it had appeared. "Yes, well, you can't expect them to know everything, can you?" They carried on up the street. Sherlock rushed off to find a good place to start looking, while John turned to Louise. "Stay, um, there. Okay? We'll be back; just, don't move." And with that, John disappeared into the darkness.

"Sherlock?" John called out, trying to find his friend in the constantly fading light. He could hardly see, and was about to call out again until-
"Shush, John! I thought you were good at subtlety!" John heard the other man sigh "I'm over here, just look." John managed to join Sherlock, who had hidden himself by a large dustbin. Both men faded into the shadows and waited. Two hooded figures wandered out before them, they seemed to be exchanging something, the larger man walked off, leaving the shorter man alone. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a letter, Sherlock could make out vague words 'Angel' and 'freedom' – surely this had to be the killer. Sherlock moved forwards slightly, to get a better look. Unfortunately, John was directly behind him, and was forced to fidget so he could see as well.

Just as John was about to get in a good position, he slipped, bumping into Sherlock, therefore making noise. The man in front of them looked up; he only waited for Sherlock to say "Hello," before running down the street, promptly followed by the detective. John sighed before doing his best to keep up with the two men.

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Louise raised her arms, in a gesture to no one in particular. She took a few paces down the street, and then back again. 'Stay there,' she was old enough to take care of herself! She didn't need to be constantly watched. Louise moved her phone into her fleece pocket for easier access, just in case. She polled her hood up, and turned towards where John and Sherlock had run off. She'd been here before, it was fine. Louise started to make her way down the barren street, when a loud noise came from behind her. She jumped a little, and turned around. Passing the gap in the buildings, Louise could see a reasonably sized party marching down the street, singing and chatting loudly. She could see their red faces glinting off the street lights. With a mixture of relief and amusement, Louise began to turn around, to carry on, but before she could, she felt a firm grip on her forearm.

She moved her arm around, twisting the other person's own arm in doing so, and spun around to face whoever it was. She backed away from him, but still stayed close enough to see who it was. A man stood there, one she had never seen before. She recognised him once he said "Hello, did they send you then?"

Surely it was him; he had a dull, dirt caked face. He had positioned her so her back was against the wall, Louise was trapped.

She held her head high, and looked the man straight in the eyes. Green eyes burst out from the dark shades that made up the entire man's body. Two crazed, delusional eyes, driven into living in an imaginary universe. They bore into Louise; the sight of them was much more frightening than the prospect of facing a stalker/murderer, and maybe having to find a way to avoid her own murder. She took a breath and put her hands in her pockets. "Depends on who you're talking about," She said, drawing his eyes away from her fidgeting pockets. They were hiding a certain phone, with a volume button held beneath Louise's fingers, ready and waiting.

The man before her took a step forward, putting his own hood up and putting his hands in his pockets. "There, now we're equals," He said, he had the softest voice imaginable. It was higher than most men's, at was quiet and gentle, like he was trying to comfort her. The longer she spent with this man, the more disturbed she realised he was. Louise edged further along the wall, just a little closer to the light, where people were. Where he couldn't attack her without being noticed.

He took his hands out of his pockets, to reveal, a long, curved knife. It was rusted, and crusted with old blood, which had started to smell stagnant. He looked at it as if it were his only child, and directed his gaze at Louise. "I wouldn't think about moving much more, darling. I see you're struggling in this body. Don't worry, though, I'll take care of you. I always do." He took another step forward. She could smell him now. The fact that he was a good eight inches taller than Louise didn't help either.

"Look, is this going to take long? I have somewhere I need to be." She said loudly, exuberating confidence out of nowhere. Louise talked loudly enough to make sure the man, no matter how close he was, wouldn't hear the faint clicking the volume button on her phone was making. There. She had done her job. Louise Chase was officially assisting the Consulting Detectives. Now she just had to keep the murderer distracted, and away from her, long enough for John, Sherlock, and the Police to pick up the phone and listen long enough to get where she was.

It was risky. But it was worth a shot.

Louise took her hands out of her pockets and edged around the man. Retreating further into the darkness, but keeping away from the knife. She turned and looked up at him. "Go on then, tell me, how will you take care of me? I'm dying to know." Curiosity seemed to fill her voice at she looked at him. He smiled, revealing almost green teeth, some of them were missing. "Well, my love, I'll release you from this body. This one shall die, and you can be free to enter the heavens you were banished from. You probably don't remember this, that's what they do to you. They distract you. They make you forget."

He seemed to truly believe all he said. She had to give whoever was listening something to work with and something fast.

"Oh, that sounds brilliant! Could I just have a few minutes left for this body then? Please? I'd love to just," She paused for a breath, "take in the human world; and all my surroundings one last time." She wandered about for a moment, looking for something she could use. "Ah, The Prancing Pony, seems to be a bit of an odd name for a pub in Croydon, doesn't it?" Louise stated; light heartedly. Hopefully that would be enough for her audience, but she needed more, just in case.

She turned to the man, and smiled at him. He looked simply shocked. Louise started to walk towards him again. "So, how exactly do you plan on freeing me then? Just so I understand completely." She smiled sweetly again, hoping he would go into a rant, that would give her a good few minutes. He stammered for a moment before starting.

"Well, I would – I'd start by destroying the body, oh, I've never been asked this before. I'd then, have to recite these words while your soul left, I found it in the library." He started to pull out a page ripped from a book. He stopped. He looked at Louise, who was starting to panic. "And?" She said, trying to send him on his way again. He looked horrified, he looked betrayed.

"You're a liar."

Louise's heart flew into her throat; she forced it down and stood very still, looking at the man, who was now holding the knife higher, as if ready to use it. "I – I'm sorry?" She distanced herself from him, not that a few inches would help.

"You're a liar. All my Angels know nothing about their previous divinity. They want to stay, to be stuck like this, when they could do so much more!" He seemed to be fighting back tears. "You want this, if you were real, you'd be afraid, like they were. They did send you, didn't they?"

He moved towards her, brandishing the knife. Louise backed away once more. "No, you don't understand, who are 'they?' I'm different from the others!"

"You tricked me!"

"No, I would never!" Louise tried to keep her voice calm, reasoning. She didn't let her panic come through. "Aren't you listening? I'm different; I'm not like the ones before, look at me!"

The man in front of her lowered the knife. He was silent for a moment. Louise could hear John calling out in the distance. The man, even if he did hear John, didn't react. He wouldn't recognise the doctor's voice anyway, they had never met.

The man smiled. Louise was still trying to distract him long enough for John, possibly with Sherlock, to find them. She smiled back. "See?" She said, quietly, softly, as if talking to a child. She took her large glasses off her face, so the man could see her properly. "Different." He said, cocking his head to the side, realisation burst onto his face. He gasped, and took a step forward "You're normal, but you want this."

John must have been close by now. Louise looked at the man, just a few more minutes.

"Yes."

The man chuckled. Louise had run out of time, John wasn't going to make it. The man grabbed hold of the girl, turning her round and holding her down.

There's a completely different ritual for this then. He laughed darkly and pierced the flesh between Louise's shoulder blades. She screamed.