Five: The Handbook
John read over Sherlock's shoulder as they both let the words in front of them sink into their corneas, and let their brains consume the knowledge the words splattered across the screen of Sherlock's laptop.
It talked of when the first Vampire was made because a Demon was stupid and did a blood spell completely wrong and it made him a Vampire as well as the others he was experimenting on, (he was a Demon scientist. strange, I know). The men and women became the first Vampires as their hunger was switched from human souls, to simply their blood and/or their life with it.
Sherlock almost drooled at the word blood, but they kept reading and found that Sherlock's state earlier was normal and that later tonight, or possibly then next morning if it takes that long, he'll need at least a pint of blood and some food in the few hours after. John teased him about the eating part, saying he had to eat now.
But the words also said that he only had to drink once a month and he only had to eat once a week. Sherlock gave a smug smile as John caught up in reading and he frowned. More time for cases and less time for food and what Sherlock really needed.
But this was also the bare minimum. In order for Sherlock to keep his strength he needed to eat food once a week, still, and needed to drink thrice in a month. He hated those words, but he could deal with this.
He wondered if John would let him feed on him. No, that would be bad. He might hurt John and that would be very, very bad. Bad Sherlock, stop thinking about that and read. Sherlock's eyes darted over the screen again and he read and processed the words as John caught up.
Once Vampires were discovered the church sealed them out of their communities, saying they weren't fit to live in a society with humans. They fixed this by training and adapting to only small amounts of blood so they could live, but not murder.
The human part of their blood always took over when it came to their lives and wanting to live (in the blood spell, there was a little bit of human blood). They wanted to be part of a system, they wanted to have a job and not be hated just because they have different appetites that please their pallets more so than human food.
Yes, they still needed food, but it was far less than a human needed. A Vampire could go a year without food, but they'd need blood every day. And the longest they can go with nothing, no food, no blood, is about six months before they starve as any other person would.
And yes, if they are a gluttonous pig and eat or drink all the time, they will get fatter. And yes, they need exercise, Sherlock had that covered, and yes, they go insane with no one there. They needed everything a human does, just smaller amounts of it, seeing as their bodies were stronger and could take more, and their psyche was a little stronger as well.
As for death by other means, they can be killed by a bullet, they can die from a large fall and they can be drowned. It just takes more, like they'd have to be drowned longer and they'd have to fall higher. Although, the bullet, it doesn't matter. But it does take longer for them to bleed out.
They bleed slower than a human would, their skin being thicker and harder to get through, but a bullet could. As for breaking bones, it didn't happen unless they had something like a fucking car on top of them. And they heal really well and faster than a human would.
Speaking of healing, when they bite, if it's a few minutes afterwards, they can use their saliva to heal. Same with any other wound, really. But the longest they can go without the saliva for it to work, would be about fifteen minutes. After that, the wound is set in and they can't do a thing about it.
This was interesting, because if that was the case, he could only drink a little from someone and they wouldn't even notice. He glanced at John's neck and decided on not doing that to him as he continued reading.
He scrolled as he continued, this next excerpt was on the daily life, people around you and how to deal with your secret and things.
It got interesting again when it talked about drinking from your partner, as in your life partner, you lover, your spouse, whatever. It said that drinking from someone was fine, but drinking from them while having sex was intimate. More so than the act of the sex itself.
It's only done between those who are married, or those who know they'll stay there forever. But, the catch was that no matter who you had sex with, you'll have the temptation to drink. Even if you don't love them, so resisting would show strength, but it also means you should be ashamed, having sex with someone you don't love…
Anyway, then it went down into the different types of blood. Drinking from a human was good, but drinking from something inhuman would get you high, it was a drug, literally. Yeah, it helped keep up strength, but it temporarily gets you high off your ass, as Sherlock saw with Mary.
It also explained that drinking from your own species would do you over for at least a day. If you drink enough, or all of it, you'll be high for another two days. The giggly thing will fade away and you'll feel slightly more normal, but you'll feel a little groggy after that.
And the after effects, oh God, Sherlock felt bad for Mary now. It was like having a hangover but it lasts for another two maybe three days. You'll vomit for sure and you'll just have a huge fucking head ache. Some say the high is worth it, but then there's the others that say those people are fucking stupid.
Sherlock rolled his eyes as it went into the traditions that Vampires adapted from humans and Demons. They celebrate the holidays and things with the humans, and they also have other things, like January fifth, is celebrated because that was when they were officially allowed to live amongst humans as long as the humans had no idea of their existence.
Sherlock was sure that some Vamps had fallen in love with humans and they know, but that doesn't mean you go telling everyone. Plus, there was the fact that it mentioned that the Elders were always watching.
The Elders? Yes, they were basically the government of the Vampires. Demons that had to take over the Vampire race and they monitor every one of their 'children' to make sure they follow the 'laws' of the Vamps. Blah, so boring.
Sherlock sighed at this, it was so boring and predictable. He didn't even read the rest except for one other subject that caught his attention. The one about how to tend to a Vamp's wounds. John was especially interested as well as they scrolled into this.
It said that cuts would heal fast and bruises would disappear within days, but things that looked like they needed stitches would take at least a week, depends on how deep it is. But it heals nicely and doesn't leave a scar. Sherlock wondered about the science behind this. He'd have to figure it out someday.
But he continued into how to tend to a bullet wound in say, your shoulder or your abdomen. That would take at least a week and a half to heal, if done properly, but that was better than the month they make you stay in the hospital. Sherlock hated hospitals.
As far as things like scratches from cats or whatever, they disappear instantly. Speaking of animals, Vampires don't have any connection to cats or bats or spiders or anything. Yes, they were more gifted when it came to taming animals, but that doesn't mean they have to like them.
Sherlock was bored now, "John, this is boring. Everything else is predictable," he complained as John just looked from him to the screen then his eyes settled on Sherlock's and he sighed.
"I'm making dinner, anyway," he finally said as Aveen popped out. She questioned of she could stay out here this time as they both nodded and she flopped on the couch beside Sherlock. "Sherlock, are you going to eat?" John asked.
"I don't have to," he said smugly. John rolled his eyes, he'll have to drink later, though. John thought about letting Sherlock drink from him if there was no other choice, or maybe just because… no, he shook his head, that'd be weird, and Sherlock probably wouldn't anyway.
He gathered things and made simple burgers and tater tots that you slip into the oven for half an hour. Aveen enjoyed it nonetheless as John munched and swallowed and Sherlock could hear everything.
He guessed that his senses were improving now, as he had boringly read. He would be able to see in the dark, slightly, and he would be able to smell certain things and hear anything within a two mile radius. He was going to love this being a Vampire thing.
It would prove to be difficult sometimes, yes, but this could work. It would help enhance his ability to work as well. he'd be able to sniff out the killer, probably almost literally. He also already loved teasing John with it.
The daylight faded and Aveen went off to get a quick shower and she came back with PJs, a towel on her shoulders and a brush. She stared at the two men on the couch, back to reading the boring and stupid 'handbook' on basically how to be a Vampire. Ugh.
John moved out from under Sherlock as they both sat up and John patted his thigh, welcoming Aveen so he could brush her hair. She handed him the brush as she almost purred with John brushing out her long black hair.
She loved being able to hand it off to someone who took good care of her instead of someone who rushed it and didn't bother to take care. She hugged John, kissing him on the cheek and hopped back to her room. John smiled as he looked to Sherlock who was staring, "Bored!" he complained.
"You're always bored," John pointed out.
"Not when I'm in bed with you," he purred into John's ear.
He shook his head, "No. not tonight. I'm tired and we need to wait until your bloodlust thing passes and we can actually sleep without you snacking on me in the middle of the night," he tried to joke, but it came out harsher than he expected.
Sherlock shrugged, "I thought you liked it when I bit you," he teased. John could already see the lust setting in. he sighed as he finally realized what time it was. It was inching closer to eleven.
Then he got an idea, and he had thought of this earlier, but he had forgotten with Sherlock's 'turning' and all. "We should find a good school for Aveen to get into," he suggested. "It'll distract you until… then and we need to, there's only a week of summer left. You know she should start sometime around the 29th or the 30th." It was the twentieth of April now.
"Fine," Sherlock said and he leaned into John again and they looked up some schools they'd heard of before because of people and obsessing over the fact that Sherlock and John should have a kid. But now, they guessed they could thank their fans for the information.
(By the way, this school doesn't actually exist, so don't hold me to this…) They finally found one that had the whole package of an Elementary school, plus Middle school and High school. It was strangely called Everwood Elementary. It looked nice enough, though.
And it was actually close enough that Sherlock could walk her there every morning, John would be at work by then, so it had to be Sherlock. They decided they would take her tomorrow, getting papers and such to get her in.
According to the site, they were a lot of openings, because kids were going to other schools that were just as good, maybe even better. But this was perfect because Sherlock could get exercise, Aveen could get school and everyone would be happy.
This was decided and Sherlock suddenly turned on John, licking his lips as they landed on John's. John glanced at the clock on the laptop, midnight. Figures.
Sherlock's lust was setting in and soon after, it would be followed by hunger. Damn, where was John getting blood now? He couldn't very well go to a blood bank. He couldn't just let Sherlock eat anyone. So he decided as he slid his tongue in between Sherlock's lips.
He would let Sherlock drink from him. He only needed a pint, right? That couldn't hurt so much. John might be tired in the morning, but that would happen anyway, staying up so late. Sherlock's kisses became more rough as he pulled back and howled in pain.
His teeth were morphing, and it hurt like hell. Wait, no, they were being replaced. His incisors were pushed out and landed in his hands as the fangs poked his lips. They were sharp and new as Sherlock swallowed his own blood.
He threw his teeth in the trash, letting John freak out as he simply stared at him, dazed and now wanting something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He pulled John close, letting his breath ghost over John's lips. John shut up as they drifted downward.
Over his jaw and down to his neck where John's veins were pounding against Sherlock's lips as he pressed careful kisses to them. Was he really going to do this? John was going to let him, but did he really think he could do it without drinking too much, though?
It did say that if you drink from someone you love, it tastes sweeter and it's harder to stop. But he wants to so badly, maybe he should just reject the change and die human instead of living for a thousand years and John leaving him.
Then there's the possibility that John gets hurt because Sherlock took too much and then he turns as well. God, why were there so many risks to this!? "John," he whispered against his lovers skin, he hummed in response, a little nervous that Sherlock could just… he shivered, "I don't want to hurt you," he admitted, grabbing John's cheek in his hand and holding it there, assuring him that John wasn't going to leave him alone.
"You'll die if you don't drink, Sherlock. Just," he tilted his head and his neck was exposed completely, "do it," he demanded. It was not a request anymore, it was an order. Sherlock was shaking when his fangs traced one of John's veins and he shivered again.
Sherlock regrettably sunk his teeth into his lover's skin, and the pain and surprise made John's knees buckle and he fell into Sherlock's arms as Sherlock was focused on the red oozing from John. He kneeled with John in his arms as he simply drank.
He let the crimson from his love's neck slide through his mouth down to his growling stomach, warm and free as it dripped from his chin onto John's shoulder and he whimpered. Sherlock's hands went to John's shoulders to keep him steady as he tried to stop. He pulled away as he wanted more, but he shoved the hunger down his throat with the last of blood.
John smiled, and Sherlock was confused as he licked at the wound he left on his soldier. John's hand went to Sherlock's cheek where he hadn't noticed that tears were falling. John sat up in Sherlock's lap, high as hell from the effects of drinking his blood.
Sherlock licked the blood from his lips, satisfied, but regretting it as the tears just stopped, and he was glad he didn't hurt John. He almost hadn't stopped. But John kissed him, despite the blood on Sherlock's lips and his chin. John thought it tasted strange, but he kept his lips to Sherlock's until they parted and Sherlock wiped the blood from his chin.
He looked to John's shirt, and sighed at the blood that would stain it later. John looked as well and shrugged. He tackled Sherlock again, throwing them completely on the floor, the detective under the doctor.
John's tongue slid into Sherlock's mouth and Sherlock couldn't help but feel guilty for what he did to his soldier. He basically drugged him, and now there's this ball of lust who called himself John on top of him, and he couldn't do a thing about it.
"John," he breathed, "John, stop."
"Why?" he complained. "You seem to be enjoying it, too," he smirked and rubbed them together, the heightened senses making them both moan.
"No, John, stop it. I can't," he whined. John persisted, and Sherlock barked out an order, "John Hamish Watson, get off of me!" John jumped up and Sherlock stood, "We need to get your shirt off and in the wash, it has blood on it," he pointed out.
He looked to it again and ripped his shirt off, "Happy?" he threw it on the floor as he lunged for Sherlock, "Come here," he demanded.
"No," and John fell to the floor as Sherlock moved to the side. John growled in frustration as he stood once more.
"Why are you resisting me? You didn't last time," John complained. But this wasn't love's lust, this was just lust. Cold and hard and not passionate and hot.
"John, that's because last time it just happened, this time you're forcing it on me. Stop and think about what you're doing," he grabbed John by the shoulders and shook him a little.
John tried, and still the high was clouding his judgment. It was wearing off, but very slowly and John was aching with want. He was almost panting when he latched onto Sherlock's waist, "I'm sorry," he said, "Please, it hurts now."
Sherlock sighed, "Fine," he took his wrist and guided him to their room where he pushed John into the covers. "I knew I shouldn't have done that," he chastised himself and John for letting him drink. Sherlock was high, yes, but it wasn't as bad as before, and it wasn't like John was.
Hopefully, the drug like effects will fade once he orgasms, if not, this was going to be a long night.
John was ashamed that he had to have this, but it felt as though if he didn't have Sherlock in or on him he would die. And Sherlock's kisses around his nipple weren't helping his case. But Sherlock wanted this to be done in a way that would make him melt into the orgasm instead of just having one, it would help with getting the high to fade.
(Let me elaborate on this, 'high' thing. When a Vamp bites, their saliva mixes with the blood and when they're feeding for the first time, the saliva has more of an effect on the victim. It's only supposed to render them helpless, but it gives them a high as well, and that is what John is suffering from. And for him, it got him hard, fast. So, yeah...)
This wouldn't be as good as their first night together, but this would have to do as his mouth moved lower, to John's navel where he had that cute little stripe of blond hair leading to under his pants. Sherlock nibbled the spots he knew he would get moans from as his fingers worked off John's PJ pants.
They were on the floor as Sherlock looked up to John, who was watching with wide eyes, like a child who's getting the prize they won at the carnival. Sherlock chuckled as his digits hooked under John's pants and pulled them down enough to reveal the aching erection John had been sporting.
Sherlock teased by licking and biting around it and on his thighs and when John whimpered, he pecked the head as his lips moved down to the hilt where Sherlock nibbled as best he could through the blond mess of hair.
His tongue traced back up and his teeth teased the head as he noticed that his fangs had retracted, but his incisors were still insanely sharp. He used this to his advantage as his mouth took half of John and his tongue and teeth teased in such a way that John came with the first few licks.
Sherlock swallowed all of it and it finally took the taste of John's blood from his tongue and pulled up John's pants as he laid beside the idiot, "Better?"
"Yes," he moaned as Sherlock could see the effects wearing off. "Will that happen every time you drink from me?" he asked.
"Well, not exactly. It won't be as bad next time, you'll have your head, you'll be week and high, but you'll be able to think. And just to let you know, there won't be a next time. I can't," he confirmed.
"Why not? Sherlock, you have-"
Sherlock shushed him, "I almost took too much and that would have killed you or turned you. I'm not taking that risk again," he promised.
"Sherlock, you'll have to at some point, and I am not letting you die," he sat up as Sherlock just shrugged.
"I'll die eventually, Vampires don't live past a thousand years," he pointed out. John gave up, knowing he wouldn't be able to win this argument. Sherlock will drink again, and John will make sure he lives. He just wasn't sure if Sherlock was going to drink from him again.
Honestly, he liked the high, but he didn't like the way he was acting. He was a horny idiot trying to get Sherlock to fuck him simply because he felt like it. He was hoping that if Sherlock drank from him again, he'd be able to contain himself.
John collapsed on his lover's chest, hearing the slow and steady heartbeats as he realized that Sherlock had already given up on staying awake. He smiled, kissing Sherlock's forearm as he cuddled into his sleeping detective.
He pulled the duvet over them and John finally fell asleep. He wished he hadn't been such an arse, but what could he do? He was practically drugged and he couldn't stop himself, so Sherlock had to do it for him.
Ugh, this is just going to get harder every day.
When John woke up, Sherlock was already out of bed and he heard Aveen in the kitchen, talking with him. John groaned as he slipped his PJ pants back on and he shuffled out to the kitchen where Sherlock greeted him with a smile. He hoped Sherlock had already eaten.
He grunted in response to Sherlock's greeting, making coffee and feeling like he had a hangover. Sherlock simply chuckled and went back to his laptop as Aveen and him fell suddenly silent. John didn't question, though. He just plopped in his chair, noticing that Aveen had one as well.
So Sherlock finally found the stupid thing. He looked at the clock and he wished he didn't have to go to work in half an hour. He sipped on his coffee and hoped that would help clear his head of this head ache that wasn't there last night.
Mmmm, last night. It was regrettable, yet amazing. That was when John noticed that Sherlock wasn't wearing a shirt, either. What'd he do to it now? Aveen just swung her feet under her chair as John was reminded of something when she said, "When do I get to go to school?"
"Mmm, Sherlock. We still have to do that thing," he waved his hand at Sherlock to address him as the other went to his eyes, they ached as well now.
Sherlock nodded, "I know. I didn't forget, I'm taking her there after you wake up and can go with us," he said, bored.
"Sherlock, I have to go to work," he complained.
"Mm, no you don't," he smiled when John looked at him in confusion, "I called and said you were sick. Which wasn't a complete lie." He leaned over the table and whispered to John, "It'll wear off in a few hours," and put a kiss to John's cheek.
John sighed, looking to Aveen, "Did you eat yet?" she nodded, which meant Sherlock had eaten as well, and Sherlock went back to his laptop, reading something. Oh yeah, that stupid 'handbook'. God, what a stupid name, and for something so fucking boring.
It doesn't tell you how to deal with the effects, it just tells you what they are. Stupid thing. But John leaned over Sherlock's shoulder to see what section he was reading. It was one about how Vampires react to different drugs, especially alcohol.
Well, Sherlock doesn't get drunk, so that won't be a problem. But the way it describes some of these other things, John might have to watch him now. They sound pretty trippy, and somehow satisfying to those who are into that kind of thing.
John never understood drugs, they make him feel weird and he hates it. Even a morphine drip makes him all weird and he doesn't like it. Although, somehow, that high Sherlock gave him was a pleasant one. But anyway, Sherlock, on the other hand, he had a history of using drugs. Cocaine, heroin, cigarettes. Jesus, cigarettes, John hated it when he would beg for them.
Sherlock read what John was thinking about and he said, "I've never tried opium. Heard it wasn't worth it," John shook his head at the man under him. Fucking idiot. Aveen was just confused and they both chuckled softly at her innocence.
John put a kiss to Sherlock's cheek, "I'm getting dressed," he announced and Sherlock followed mumbling something about 'might as well'. John smiled as he stripped and changed and Sherlock was right beside him, doing the same.
He loved being able to be naked in front of Sherlock and he won't expect anything from him. All the women he had been with had been so whiney when he was naked and they couldn't have any. But Sherlock just casually stood beside him, staring but not complaining or anything.
Honestly, he didn't care, Sherlock had been naked in front of people before, and he didn't find the human body something that should be used like that all the time. So he wasn't even aroused when John had stripped his pants for another pair.
When they did finish, John threw his arms around Sherlock's neck, "I love you," he looked up at the tall man smiling down on him.
"I love you, too," he nuzzled into John's neck and John buttoned up on of Sherlock's buttoned on his shirt. He had left four open instead of three and it was revealing a lot. They exchanged a quick kiss before going back to the kitchen where Aveen had changed as well.
She was so cute in her skirt and leggings,and still sneakers. She hated anything else but sandals and sneakers. She was a strange child, but this was a strange family. John smiled and almost grinned at the thought of them being a fucked up yet functional family.
But that's what this was. The Vampire and the human child with the doctor who takes care of both of them at once. John wondered what was going on in Sherlock's mind at the moment as he shut down his computer.
"So," Sherlock started, noticing that John's head ache was subsiding, "I know a park that's close to the school, if you two wish to go?" he sounded bored as always, but at least he was trying.
Aveen jumped up and down, "Can we? Can we?!" she seemed to beg John. He chuckled and mumbled a 'sure' as they all slipped on their shoes and were out the door in five minutes.
They walked under the slight heat of the sun and the breeze cooled it down a bit as Aveen walked in between Sherlock and John. Both of them took one of her hands and occasionally they would swing her off her feet and she would land in giggles. They smiled at each other as they neared the playground.
One that Aveen hadn't seen before. It was magnificent as they jungle gym was very tall and there was a slide that came off it, twirling and looking so tempting. There were a few kids there, but not as many as there should have been.
Although, it is early, so they'd probably start getting here around noon, when the heat of the day will be enough to let them run around in bathing suits. Sherlock and John sat on one of the benches and Sherlock put his hand over John's and he let him.
After a few moments, John linked his fingers in between Sherlock's and they sat, watching to make sure Aveen got along with the other kids and didn't get hurt. This time, there was only one boy at the park, and he was so small and cute that the older girls were attached.
The father of said boy just laughed as he absorbed the attention like a friggin' sponge. Aveen rolled her eyes as she climbed all over the place, gliding down the slide sometimes, but mostly she spent time on the thing that simulated a rock wall. She was good at climbing, and John wondered if she would make a good soldier.
She was strong hearted, smart and apparently brilliantly athletic. "When you said she was good at football, just how good was she?" John asked.
"She was practically her own team," Sherlock boasted. He was proud of her, and knew she would go far in the future. John smiled as he saw her fall from the rocks, it wasn't high enough to seriously hurt her, but John worried, and Sherlock simply sat and watched, holding John down, saying, "Just look," and John obeyed.
She got back up on her feet and sprung from the ground and caught the stone she was on before and continued climbing. Soldier, definitely. She was panting when she reached the top again, but she had succeeded and Sherlock smiled smugly, knowing she would pull something like that.
Aveen continued climbing to the top through the stairs and the rope bridge and she slid down the slide one last time before skipping back to Sherlock and John. "I'm bored now," she complained as she hopped up in John's lap, leaning into his chest as his chin rested on the top of her head.
Sherlock stood, not letting go of John's hand as John stood as well, and it was evident that Aveen wasn't getting down, so he put her on his hip and they walked the rest of the way to the school they decided she would go to. Aveen was actually pretty light for her age, but her size said otherwise.
Aveen rested on John as she almost fell asleep, but she was startled when John moved her and she had to stand so that they could enter the building. But John had her hand as they approached the front office. Now, both of his hands were occupied, and somehow, it was a nice feeling. He'd always thought it to be annoying before, but now it felt nice.
The woman behind the counter smiled as she leaned over and looked down on Aveen who sleepily smiled up. She then looked to the two men who claimed her as theirs. John hoisted Aveen onto his hips again, "This is Aveen," he introduced, and Sherlock let go of John's hand.
"Oh, hi, Aveen," she had an American accent as she greeted the child on John's hip. Sherlock was bored as he looked around, examining everything, including the woman. "Stop it," John ordered before saying, "is there room for her to go here?" he asked the burnet woman who had huge curls and looked about thirty.
"Of course! What grade are you going into?" she asked Aveen who was awake now and fully aware of the woman's question.
She smiled, "Second," she answered and the woman was a little surprised. Aveen didn't look like a second grader, but she was old enough, and she was smart enough, John and Sherlock didn't doubt that.
"And you two would be?" asking their names.
"John Watson and Sherlock Holmes," Sherlock finally spoke before John could answer. Her eyes widened as she recognized those names and she was grinning like an idiot as she handed them the papers, saying they were for Aveen to sign up. Well, more like stuttering, but she managed.
They were attached to a clipboard as John sat down with a pen and Aveen at his shoulder while Sherlock simply stood, deducing the woman John had told him not to. Sherlock didn't take orders from anyone and he wasn't going to start.
Aveen helped John with some information about herself as they filled out the four sheets of shit that didn't matter once she was actually in school. But Sherlock finally gave up and sat down, looking over the third paper that they had started on now.
Sherlock sighed in boredom as his head leaned back onto the wall behind the small couch they were sitting on. His curls folded into his eyes as he closed them, listening to the things going on in the office at the moment.
Sherlock suddenly stood, asking the woman, "When does she officially start?"
"The thirtieth," she answered, not looking away from the screen she was suddenly interested in. Although, she was blushing something fierce when Sherlock sat down again. Why do they start on a Tuesday? That's stupid. Whatever, at least she gets to start with the other kids. Hopefully they don't turn out to be like the kids at that one park.
Then she'd be getting into fights that would get her into deep trouble. Sherlock knew though, that she would probably just avoid the arseholes and try to make friends with the other boys and girls, less drama that way.
Or so it seemed to be that way. That idiot at the park changed that view for Sherlock. Now he wasn't so sure, but he knew she wouldn't get into trouble if she valued her education and from the way she asks questions about the cases, she loves learning. She soaks up knowledge as if she's the bed of a river.
Always there, letting it run over her as she picks what she likes and engulfs that. Sherlock heaved another sigh, saying he was extremely bored. John stopped for a moment to say, "Go get a case for us or something, if you're so bored," he suggests.
"Aveen, John," he pointed out, "Wait, if we…" and he shut up to ponder the ways they could go on a case and take Aveen with them. He texted Lestrade to see if he had something mild, and not boring. He texted back saying he had one who was poisoned and he was just about to ask for them to come down anyway.
Sherlock loved poison, it meant he could visit Molly in the lab and have her work beside him as always. He loved Molly, not like John, but like a friend and a coworker. She was always quiet unless the question was one that needed asking. Sherlock loved working with her because she also always knew what he needed before he even knew.
But the years of them working together proved her to be the most useful of assistants. Then he actually grew attached to her when he Fell, and she just stuck. She said she doesn't matter, but she does, more than most.
Poor Molly, though. She's head over heels for Sherlock and he's never returned the feeling. He loves her, but it's completely platonic while her love for him is uncontrollable sometimes. She even kissed him at one point. He didn't return the kiss, nor did he dislike it, he just didn't expect such a thing and ever since then, he's been attached, but he also pities her.
She loves the one man who loves another man, and can never return that feeling. Ugh, sentiment, and a dangerous cycle, and she knows it. But she can't help who she falls in love with. Besides, there are many other women who would kill to be in her position where she is now.
They would have loved to kiss Holmes, or work beside him. But that was why he loved Molly. She wasn't like those girls. She already had said position and wouldn't give it up, but she doesn't obsess over him, either. She simply loves him, and that was how it was always going to be, she loves him and Sherlock loves John, who will always love Sherlock and it just will always stay that way.
Molly has a fiancée, and she's trying to move on, but it will always be like this. Even if she does marry Tom, she'll be stuck. Sherlock felt bad now, but he had a case and that would always cheer him up. Secretly, he loves the smell of death, it means someone was clever and he gets to be cleverer. He loved outsmarting people.
Then he began to wonder what the poison was that was used, and if he would recognize it by just looking or if he could work with Molly again. He would probably pay a visit to the lab anyway, just to see her. He hasn't seen her in such a long time, so it seemed.
Now, he really wants to see Molly again. When John and Aveen finally fucking finished, they rushed out the door and Sherlock repeated the address texted to him to the cabbie that had been called and he was so excited to be back in the game, and not so dormant now.
So, yeah, Sherlock's a Vampire now. Reviews? Tell me what you think of this? Or if you hate it?