I bring you another chapter... didn't like the outcome of this one, ugh. I hope you will like it anyway. Warning: Contains sex & abusing.
"Wake up little doggy..." heard Sherlock Irene's voice whispering all around him. Her voice made his head dizzy and wondering where the hell he was. He slowly opened his one eye only to meet a pair of glinting, blue eyes and a big, smiling mouth filled with large fangs. Sherlock could not help but think of the Cheshire Cat from 'Alice in Wonderland' which Mycroft had read to him multiple times when he had just been a baby.
"Oh hi there darling..." Irene smiled viciously at him, stroking his cheek with a sharp claw, causing the skin to open up and bleed. He fringed at the pain and let out a snarl.
"Did you sleep well? You have been sleeping for a week now... I've been so worried." she said with a pout, Sherlock snarled at her, she was just acting.
"My drugs had more effect on your body than I had expected. Which in my case is good." she said with a soft chuckle.
"The drugs I've given you will be in effect again and you'll forget everything has happened before you came here and the events that happened here. The only thing you'll remember is me and only me." she snickered, Sherlock tried to move – he had to get away before the drugs took effect, but his body was too weak. It didn't respond at his commands and his head was so heavy... He also noticed that he was tied stuck in silver chains, every time he tried to move, the silver started burning his skin.
"I will make you believe that I'm your mate and you will forget about John." Irene chuckled and Sherlock frowned. The name 'John' had stirred something inside him, but he couldn't remember who John was or why his stomach twisted by the thought of this man.
"Oh!" Irene exclaimed. "It seems like you have already forgotten him. Good good!" she giggled and Sherlock could feel something slick moving over his cheek, it was her tongue, she was licking away the blood from the scratch wound.
When she was finished, Sherlock could hear her purring pleasingly. He looked at her and saw that she was in her other form, the tigress.
"Now Sherlock... What would you like to do?" she purred. Sherlock tried to say anything but his throat was far too dry. He clicked with his mouth, wanting her to understand that he was thirsty.
"Oh the poor doggy is thirsty." she said teasingly and got up from the bed to fetch some water. During the time she was away, Sherlock thought of this man called John. He tried his best to remember who he was but he couldn't remember him. Though, his stomach twisted every time he thought of the man and he assumed it was good. Maybe thinking of him constantly would make him remember later.
Soft thuds against the floor made of velvet told Sherlock that Irene had returned. She jumped up on the bed and forced a bottle to his lips, filling his mouth with ice cold water. He swallowed too quickly which made him cough and splutter it up again. Irene sighed and put her paw on the back of his head, enabling him to drink correctly. When he was finished, she wiped his wet mouth with a towel and snuggled his nose.
"You will be mine now..." he heard her voice say inside his head.
"I don't want to be yours." he snarled back and Irene's laugh echoed in his head.
"I will make you be mine." she snarled angrily and sank her sharp teeth into his neck, making him scream out in pain. Irene whipped his ass with her tail while biting his neck deeper. Sherlock cried out in pain again, almost fainting by the overwhelming pain. Irene stopped clenching her jaws for a second, Sherlock let out a sigh in relief but it was over in the next heartbeat. She grabbed his neck again with her teeth, sinking her claws into his shoulders and pushed her lower parts of her body around his erection.
"I put some helpful medication in your water..." her voice said inside his mind and Sherlock screamed and wriggled his whole body to come loose but it only worsened the pain. He was forced to have sex with her again.
John stood in front of the photocopier, waiting for the machine to do it's job although it did it very slowly. He stamped his foot impatiently to the floor with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Come on, you stone age machine..." he growled and sighed deeply. Two minutes later, the machine beeped signalling it was finished with it's work.
"Finally!" John sighed and opened the lid to take out the papers. His heart tugged at the sight of the face that looked back at him. Sherlock's dark curls and scarlet lips. John stroke his chin and sighed deeply.
"I will find you soon, I promise..." he murmured softly, a single tear wetting down a small part of the paper.
Have you seen this man?
[Picture of Sherlock]
Please contact: [John's number] as soon as possible!
John put the hundred copies of inquiries in his bag, limped out from the room and out to the street. He put up the papers on uncommon and common places, everything from London Underground to a pole in a neighbourhood he had never been in before. Sherlock had been gone for three weeks now and by each day that passed, John lost his hope about seeing Sherlock again. The thought of never seeing Sherlock again made John hurt so much he thought wasn't possible and suddenly, he knew that he was more than just in love with the detective. Sherlock had become his whole life, his everything and he had to get him back. Somehow.
Sherlock passed in and out of unconsciousness, he didn't know how long time they had been love-making but he knew it had been some hours now. His body ached and his head hammered with unspeakable pain. He wanted to get away but he couldn't call for help nor move his body properly. He had become her own personal toy and she did everything she wanted with him. Sherlock body was filled with different wounds, one deeper than the other. The wound on his neck was the worst since blood still pumped out from it and his body was too tired and beaten up to even be able to heal itself. Sudden pain from claws scratching his neck made him pass out again.
"Sherlock... Sherlock... Wake up..." a voice called out from a distance. Sherlock knew this voice, he knew who this voice belonged to although he couldn't pinpoint it. Sherlock opened his eye, feeling his whole body hurt instantly as soon as he got conscious. He opened his mind and sent out:
"I'm awake now..."
"Good. Now dear brother, you got to listen to me." said Mycroft, Sherlock's body stiffened and his senses went on a high drive as soon as he recognized the voice. Mycroft. His brother he hadn't seen in 9 years.
"Take it easy. Relax your body or else she will notice that you are awake." Mycroft's voice echoed, Sherlock obeyed him.
"Good. Now I need you to slowly try to coax your wrists from the shackles..."
Sherlock gritted his teeth when the silver burned his skin but to his dismay, the coaxing didn't work.
"Okay, it didn't work. Then I need you to be completely still." Sherlock did as he said.
Footsteps, a loud hiss, a cry of fear, roaring and something wet splatted over his face. Sherlock opened his eye and saw Mycroft standing over him in his wolf shape. His muscles played under his thick fur, his face was red with blood and his eyes were glinting with wrath.
"Brother" his voice echoed softly inside Sherlock's mind. Sherlock was on the brink to crying. He had missed his brother so much and through the years, he had started to have vengeful feelings to his brother since Mycroft had ignored him for so long.
"I know how you must feel but we need to get out of here before she... Awakes. I will explain everything when we get out of here." Mycroft murmured and Sherlock nodded. Mycroft leaned down and ripped the chains apart with his bare teeth, then he put Sherlock on his back and galloped out of the tent and out from the werecat camp. Sherlock was too emotionally and psychically tired to even care about what Mycroft had done to Irene. He passed out to the gentle rocking of Mycroft's running.
When he woke up the next time, he saw Mycroft sitting by a small river, washing his face. Sherlock whined softly when he saw him and Mycroft turned around and smiled at him.
"Hi brother." he said softly and walked to him, caressing his hair when he had arrived. Sherlock flinched and gave him a deadly stare, baring his teeth.
"Don't touch me!" Sherlock screamed when Mycroft touched his hair.
"Calm yourself. You will pass out again if you get too upset." Mycroft said and bent down by Sherlock's side.
"Why did you leave me?" Sherlock growled furiously and knocked Mycroft down on the ground. Mycroft rolled his eyes and sighed deeply.
"Calm down first and I will tell you."
Sherlock hissed angrily but calmed down and waited for Mycroft to explain everything. Mycroft told him about his travel around Sweden and how he met another werewolf that didn't belong to their pack. This werewolf's mind was cruel and driven by madness and Mycroft had to take a position on chasing him away before he started killing off humans. Later, Mycroft had learned that the werewolf had escaped to England and ever since he got the news, he had been following it around. Therefore he hadn't been able to contact Sherlock since if he did, he would have been detected. The werewolf had spies everywhere but none of them had been able to find Mycroft since he practically is the British government, still he had to take precautions. He had heard about John and how the police had caged Sherlock and Irene abusing him.
"So here I am and you are free again. I couldn't let them continue torturing you." he said and gave Sherlock's cheek a gentle stroke.
"Do the werewolf you've been spying on have a name? Why haven't the pack leader done anything about him?" Sherlock asked with a tired voice.
"I do not know his name yet unfortunately, the spies have been very cautious about it. The pack leader is old Sherlock. He is blind to whatever is happening to the humans." he replied.
Sherlock snorted, angry with the pack leader and shook his head. He needed to know the name of the murderous wolf.
"Shouldn't you get back to John?" Mycroft then asked and looked at him. "He is worried sick about you."
"John?"
"John. Your mate."
"John? I don't know anyone called John."
"Sherlock. Stop it."
"What? I don't know anyone called John!"
"Sherlock, he is your mate! The one destined for you!" Mycroft snapped and put his hand over Sherlock's forehead, showing him memories of John. It was like a bolt of lightning struck Sherlock's head. Every single memory, every single scent, everything he had said or told to John flashed by inside his mind and in front of his eyes. It overwhelmed him so much, so he got down on his knees, panting heavily.
"John..." he whispered breathlessly, staring vitreously at the green grass.
Mycroft put his hands around Sherlock's head and looked into his eyes, then he kissed his baby brother's forehead.
"I'm glad you remember brother dear. I was worried for a second there." he murmured and stroke Sherlock's bruised cheek.
"I need to get back to him." Sherlock said decisively.
"Now now, don't rush. Your body needs to rest more, your wounds need to heal and you need to eat. You have lost several pounds since you got kidnapped." said Mycroft determined, he had his hands around Sherlock's wrists to stop him from going.
"No! I need to get to him! He needs me!" Sherlock growled and tried to wriggle himself from the hard grip, but Mycroft was too strong.
"Let me go!" he snarled angrily.
"No. Listen to me Sherlock please. Trust me. If you go now, you will just hurt yourself more and your travel back there will end with you passing out or getting caught again. I will help you go to him as soon as you've rested up a bit." Mycroft murmured softly.
"Okay then." Sherlock sighed, thinking it was a good idea, though he didn't like it. He wanted to go to John as fast as possible.
The two brothers ate and rested up for two days before they started travelling back to London. Mycroft had healed the worst wounds on Sherlock's body with different kinds of herbs, including the neck wound, but he couldn't do anything about Sherlock's eye. The wound was too old, he had told him. The travelling took another two days before they arrived to London. Mycroft bid farewell to Sherlock when they arrived at the "Welcome to London sign", promising they would meet again soon and wishing he would have a safe travel. He assured Sherlock that Irene wouldn't be after him for a while which made Sherlock relax just a little. Sherlock arrived at 221B three hours after he had said goodbye to Mycroft and during his way there, he had seen posters with his own face. It warmed his heart that John cared so much about him. He knocked on the door and meeting a red eyed and tired looking John in the doorway.
"Hello John. I'm back." he said softly and first, John shrieked out in joy and anger, punched his face before apologizing and then he threw himself into Sherlock's arms, crying joyfully while repeating his name on and on. Sherlock drew in his scent and buried his face in the shorter man's hair, holding him tightly against his body.
"I've missed you so much... Where the hell have you been...?" John murmured between his sobs.
"I've been... away... I got kidnapped by a woman." he murmured and John's body started to shake by laughing.
"A woman? Are you lying to me Sherlock?" he said and released the taller man, looking up at him with big questioning eyes.
"No. It's true." he said.
"Then we need to tell the police and..-" John got cut off by Sherlock.
"No. No police, no anything similar. I don't want people to know and you shouldn't think about it." said Sherlock and stroke John's cheek. He felt whole again now when he was reunited with John.
"Why not? I have been so worried, I thought you were dead!" John protested but Sherlock quieted him down by putting his index finger to his lips.
"Please John, just do as I say. I will explain everything to you in time. Trust me." he assured, John murmured in disagreement but let it be until later. John looked up at Sherlock's face and noticed his left eye being trapped in a thick mist.
"Your eye... What have happened?" John asked worriedly, instantly thinking of some sickness.
"I'm blind, made by the woman that kidnapped me." he explained shortly and saw how anger flared up inside of John's eyes.
"Why would she do anything like that? How? Couldn't you protect yourself?" he growled.
"No, I couldn't, I was drugged. But please John, I don't want to talk about it right now. I will tell you everything later, okay?" said Sherlock with a tired voice and John nodded, understanding.
"Let's go upstairs, I will make you some tea and we will talk about other things." John said softly, gripping his hand and going up the stairs with Sherlock after him.