Alex's POV
My bed welcomed me as I fell to it, the soft material promising warmth and comfort as my aching muscles screamed at me to rest. My heavy eyelids drooped shut as a deep sleep welcomed me.
The few weeks that followed shot past me in a blur. I had little time to absorb the amount of action in my life, amazed yet not surprised at my father's secret life. John referred to us as 'a pair of freaks' and commented on how alike to my father I was. I felt alive, adoring the action and the thrill of working things out- solving a crime.
Clicking the 'volume' button on my phone I began an attempt to deafen myself as I skipped down the sun-drenched street. The cable of my headphones bounced against my fair legs as I walked, smiling like a maniac at the amount of happiness I felt.
A slick black limo pulled alongside me on the side of the road as I walked. Preparing to run, I stood in as much of an intimidating way as I could muster in my mini shorts and crop top. The window wound down, exposing the psychotic grin of Jim Moriarty. "Hop in, Alex" he said in a tantalising accent, clicking the door open for me to join him. Feeling somehow compelled, I stepped towards the car and joined him- shutting the door as I entered the dim car.
"You don't always step into the cars of strangers with that amount of speed, do you?" He said in disbelief, eyeing me up and down in my revealing choice of clothes.
"No, I-i uh, never would.." I stuttered, thrown off guard by his question.
"Then why make the exception for me? Stranger danger, Alex. Stranger danger."
"I feel you pose no threat.", my confidence seemed to have had returned.
He chuckled. "Are you sure about that?"
"Well, I feel as if I'm safe."
"You have a lot to learn, for the child of Sherlock Holmes you clearly don't possess his intellect."
Feeling myself redden, I grew offended by his remarks. Turning from him I stared out the window, making an effort to hide my blush. "Where are we going?" I asked after a considerable amount of time, kicking myself for not having asked sooner.
"Somewhere fun." He stated in the simplest of terms, causing me to blush under his heavy stare. In a way that could be compared to nothing but a fish, my mouth began to open and shut in astonishment.
Glancing up from his phone screen, Moriarty sighed and spoke again. "I mean, I'm going to show you what I do. And how fun it is."
"Oh, oh right. That makes more sense."
With a half smile that held more sexual intentions than I would have preferred, Moriarty spoke again in quieter tones. "Oh, I'm definitely going to have some fun with you." And upon seeing my perplexed expression and flushed cheeks he laughed manically. "Don't worry your little head, I'm not going to touch you. Not yet, anyway. I must remember who you're related to."
Knowing when to speak and not to, I kept my mouth shut and refused to say more, feeling his eyes on me for the longest time.
The Prodigy blasted from my phone as I yanked the small device from my pocket, lifting it to my ear. Hearing John's frantic voice on the end of the line made me chuckle a little. "Alex? Alex where are you?!"
"John, John calm down."
"We're- i'm... No, we're worried sick. You were supposed to be here ages ago. Are you safe?"
"Im at a friend's, I'm fine. Sorry for worrying you." The lie was too easy to make.
"A friend?"
"Cas. I'm at Cas's house, she's just a friend from school. I should be back in an hour or two so please don't worry about me."
"Okay, stay safe. Bye, Alex."
"Bye John."
Sliding the device back in my pocket, I turned to see Moriarty staring at me with dark eyes.
"Why did you get in the car?" He spoke up, catching me off guard.
"Oh, I don't know. I guess I just felt as if you're safe."
"So explain to me why you lied to John about where you are." He stared blankly at my confused expression for a minute while I wondered why I had lied, it had sprung on me- I hadn't known why I'd done it, but I knew I had to. "So, why am I here?" I asked.
"I want to offer you a job."
"What kind of job?"
"Whatever I want. I want you to join me, on the side of the demons."
"What would I have to do?"
"Whatever I want you to. Killing people is obviously an unavoidable part of the job bit, people are destined to die anyway- we would just be speeding up the process."
Shocked, I stared at him in complete disbelief. "Of course not! Hurting people is not my style."
"Consider my offer, I could make you rich."
Moriarty's POV
Her head turned to stare out the window, giving me the perfect opportunity to stare her up and down. I didn't want to destroy her, which was unlike my usual self- I wanted her to be mine.
"Who are you?" She eventually asked, still not turning to me.
Feeling slightly surprised, I responded confidently. "Jim Moriarty."
"That's just a name."
"It's who I am."
"A name is empty, that's just what people refer to you as. Who are you?" She turned now, catching and holding my stare in an attempt to appear powerful. Sitting upright, I leaned closer to her in a menacing manner, catching the gleam of fear which flashed across her eyes for a split second. "Nobody knows, because no one has ever been close enough."
"I want to be"
Oh dear, she sounded like a love sick teenager. "You can't be."
"Why not?"
Did she ever stop asking questions? She was not in the least like her father. "Because people are weaknesses, Alex. And if you were close I'd have to kill you and believe me I don't want to do that-" I spoke too quickly, forgetting to watch the words I spoke. I messed up, I let information slip. I had exposed a weakness.
Without waiting for her to say a word, I glanced up in embarrassment to see we had arrived back at 221B Baker Street. Opening the door, I stepped out and offered her a hand, brushing a thumb lightly over her plump lips before I allowed her to leave. "Soon you'll have to pick a side, the Angels or the demons. I could make you mine."
I made a mental not to keep her under control. The last thing I needed was to lose another piece of my mind.
Alex's POV
I didn't dare waste a single second. As soon as the black limo pulled gracefully from the kerb I fumbled for my keys and jammed them in the lock with as much force as I could muster.
"Dad!" I yelped with heavy breathes.
Sherlock didn't look up from his dusty, old paperwork as he spoke with boredom. "What?"
"I've- I've..."
"You've been out with Mr Moriarty. And let me guess, he offered you a job?" glancing up, his eyes betrayed no emotion, causing him to appear as empty as everyone spoke of.
I stood, jaw dangling in astonishment. "I- I didn't..."
"You didn't what," he turned to me now. "ask to see him? Go willingly? Believe me, I know."
The silence that followed dragged as John entered with a mug of tea, oblivious to the situation. Poor John, always one step behind everyone else. He held the likeness of a young pup remarkably well. "He must be doing this to get to me... But how?" he wondered aloud.
"Excuse me? Why is this all about you?" I felt a little more than offended at my self-centred father.
"What?" He looked confused. "Who else would this be about?"
"Huh, well lets see..." I feigned. "Maybe it's about the person he offered the job to?"
My father paused, deep in thought before speaking up once more, just as clueless as before. "No, you're insignificant in this. He must have an interest in something much more important."
"Wow." I said, storming from the room with rage coursing through my veins. The door slam following sounded strong enough to crack the wall.
The device waited patiently in my hands as my thumb hovered over the 'dial' button. Breathing in ragged bursts, I contemplated the consequences of my decision. "Fuck it." My whisper came. Tapping the screen with trembling hands i lifted the device to my ear. "I'm in."
"I knew you would be." Came the Irish drawl that sent shivers down my spine in a way i wasn't quite sure I felt comfortable admitting.