Hello everyone! I'm sorry it took such a long time to get this chapter done, but I have been feeling quite bad lately. There is something wrong with my eyes and I think I need to go to a doctor ^^' Anyway, as always I hope you will enjoy this chapter! I'm sorry it is so short but I hope you will find it good anyway 3 And uh, my English may be a little off in this chapter. So sorry for that! Please enjoy! ~ erithwolf
Warnings: Blood and a bit of gore (I guess) Character death.
John slowly woke up by the sound of gurgling water and a strong smell of chlorine. He slowly opened his eyes and got thrown back by the excruciating pain in his head. He put his hand to his head as if he was trying to ease the pain, then he moved his gaze to look around wherever he was. He noticed that he was tied to a chair made of wood inside a big swimming pool house. John didn't recognize the pool house at all, he had never been here before. Fear started to build up inside of him as he didn't remember anything that had happened the latest hours. John swallowed hard and tried to get out from his imprisonment, but the binding was too tight around his wrists.
"Shit..." he thought, trying to calm himself down when he heard soft but still heavy thudding against the clinker floor. He lifted his gaze and saw a gigantic black, wolf staring back at him, eyes brimming with darkness and blood-lust. It had long and sharp fangs sticking out of it's long snout and big muscles stretching over it's body. John gasped in fear and looked down at the ground again, avoiding the monsters eyes.
"No John. Don't look away." John could hear a deep voice echoing inside his mind. John pretended to not take notice of it. He could hear the wolf's paws moving closer to him and suddenly he could feel warm air fanning in his hair.
"Your smell is sooo delicious...! I understand why that Sherlock boy likes you so much..." the wolf said with an over excited voice and put his head on John's lap, staring up at him with amber glowing eyes. John frowned at the wolf's acting and stared at it.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"None of your interest. Now pet me." the werewolf demanded, giving John a deadly stare. John immediately started petting him which caused the wolf to hum pleasingly.
"Have you tied me here?" John asked, scratching the wolf's ear.
"Yes, I have." the wolf replied and John frowned.
"What do you want with me?" he asked.
"Oh... Nothing in particular... You're just my bait for Sherlock to come here..." the wolf replied and his face lit up with a big sneer. John jerked a bit by the sudden smile and laughed nervously.
"Uhm.. Okay... So that's why you have tied me up?"
"Yes... And for doing something..." the wolf laughed. "You might not like."
John frowned again and swallowed hard. He wanted Sherlock to be here with him, he didn't like this at all. Why did he had to be such a stupid ass and walk away from his protection?
"Who are you?" he asked again, stopped with his petting and stared down at the humming wolf. The wolf lifted it gaze and stared back at John.
"The man killer." it replied with a big grin, its teeth glinting before it leaned down to John's leg and bit it hard. John screamed out in pain when the teeth pierced his bones and muscles. The wolf kept biting harder and harder until it suddenly stopped, releasing John's leg and suddenly stood up with it's nose in the air. John started to sob by the agonizing pain in his leg, blood pumped out from the wound and he soon got dizzy.
"Damn my leg..." he thought. The wolf licked its blood splattered lips and stared at John.
"We are going to play a little game, dear John." it said. John shook his head.
"No, please... no..." he panted, close to fainting.
"Oh yes, please yes." the wolf replied and John's eyes became covered with a blindfold, then he felt something wet creeping up his legs.
Sherlock had just got into a cab when he felt a sharp pain in his belly. Something had happened to John, something horrible. He leaned forward to the taxi driver and put his big hand on the man's shoulder.
"Please, hurry to Regent's park." he said and the taxi driver nodded, taking him to the park. When arriving to the park, Sherlock looked around for people watching, when there where none, he transformed and picked up John's scent, which took him all the way to Bristol. He stopped outside Bristol South Swimming Pool to catch his breath before he went inside the dark hall. He sniffed in the air to find John's scent and saw something underneath the water. He ran over there and the glimpse of the shape under the water horrified him. It was John, completely tied to a chair, the chair was weighed down to the bottom by thick iron chains.
"John!" he howled and jumped without hesitation down in the water and swam down to John. John looked up at him and shook his face.
"No." he mimicked and Sherlock's eye went wide. "Watch out!" John's lips suddenly mimicked as someone took Sherlock by surprise with biting into his neck. Sherlock screamed out, causing all air to go out of his lungs and quickly turned his head around to meet whoever it was. It was a gigantic black wolf staring at him with brimming, murderous eyes. Sherlock kicked the wolf's chest and the wolf let go of him for a second only to bite him again, this time in his throat. Sherlock roared out in pain and more air escaped him. His lungs hurt badly and his head got a bit dizzy, he had to swim up to the surface and save John, but the other wolf stopped him from moving. Sherlock twisted his body in the water and managed to get out from the other werewolves grip, then he hurried his way up to the surface, took a deep breath and then went down again to save John but the other wolf was already there, blocking his way with a big, horrifying grin.
"Out of my way!" Sherlock growled to the other wolf with his mind, breaching it's barriers, but it didn't seem to take any notice. The wolf swam up to Sherlock, took a tight grip on Sherlock's throat with his teeth and forced Sherlock up to the surface, then it flung Sherlock up back on the floor again with a twist with its thick and muscular neck.
"You are not going anywhere." it said with an worked up voice. "He is mine." it added and sneered with its shag raised. Sherlock opened his mouth and let out a scary growl, raising his shag too and staring at the wolf in front of him.
"He is mine! I have taken property over him and mated with him, therefore he is mine and only mine! And who are you to come here and claim property over others mates? And to kidnap and hurt my mate? It is against the Law!" Sherlock growled angrily, raising himself up on two legs to appear larger than he really was. The other wolf did the same with an insane grin forming over its lips.
"Why would he be yours only because you have been mating with him? That is ridiculous. I think the law is ridiculously done. I want to change it." the other wolf said while looking at his claws, removing some dirt.
"Who are you? Please release him! He is my everything!" Sherlock suddenly begged when he saw that the other wolf may not be wanting to fight.
"Release him? Oh no no no. No. We are not going to fun today." the wolf said with a grin and Sherlock could hear John's heartbeat slowing down. Fear of John dying exploded in Sherlock's stomach. He didn't want to fight someone with the same species as himself, but if it meant John dying if he didn't fight him, then he had to do it.
"If you want to release him, you got to fight me. Let's see who is stronger of us. You or me?" the other wolf growled and Sherlock prepared himself to attack.
"Oooh, don't be so hasty! Let's introduce ourselves like the Old way." the other wolf said. Sherlock just wanted to rush down to the water and save John, he didn't care about formalities, at least not when John's life were at stake.
The older wolf bowed a gracious bow, never leaving Sherlock's gaze.
"The name is Jim Moriarty, although I go by the name 'man killer'" Moriarty said and then he broke off in a hysterical laughter. Sherlock would have perked his eyebrows if he had any.
"The name is Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock replied, also bowing and never letting go of Moriarty's gaze.
"Fine. Then let's begin." Moriarty said before he ran at Sherlock in full speed, aiming for his throat.
"You know Sherlock, you are not the only one with the ability to breed here! I'm one of them too!" Moriarty's voice screamed inside Sherlock's head when Moriarty threw himself over Sherlock, forcing him down on the ground with a loud bang. Sherlock hit his head and stars danced before his eyes.
"You are unusually weak for being the last one that can spread our bloodline further..." Moriarty whispered inside Sherlock's head.
"But you know... You are not the last one. I'm one of them too. Together - we are the last ones, and I'm the stronger one of us - thus you are going down." and with that said, Moriarty released his grip of Sherlock's throat and instead pushed his nose against Sherlock's chest and started biting through his vulnerable chest, aiming for his heart.
Sherlock growled out in pain, kicking Moriarty everywhere on his body, but the other werewolf was much stronger than him, heaving him down and making him unable to do anything.
Seconds, hours or minutes went by, Sherlock had lost his time perception, the only thing he knew of was the torturing pain pulsing from his chest and the thought of John slowly drowning at the bottom of the pool. Disappointment and sorrow swam through his system, he had finally managed to become one with John, but now it was over. Everything would be over. He was too weak... A sudden whine and then a growl managed to get Sherlock out of his temporary close to death, he opened his one eye and saw that Moriarty was taken down to the ground by a much bigger werewolf. Mycroft! Mycroft had a hard grip with his teeth around Moriarty's throat, and a big paw was pushed against Moriarty's chest to keep him from moving anywhere.
"Brother! You are all right." Mycroft calm voice said inside Sherlock's mind and Sherlock tried to get up but pain overwhelmed him.
"J-John... John... save him!" Sherlock managed to send out.
"He is all right, Lestrade got him." Mycroft said and tilted his head to the direction where Lestrade and John was. Sherlock noticed that John's cute face was completely blue due to oxygen deficiency. He was breathing though and that made Sherlock more than relieved.
"Lie still until Lestrade can help you." Mycroft demanded, Sherlock did what he said.
He watched as Moriarty managed to get out of Mycroft's grip, ripping Mycroft's right ear off and shocking the werewolf before running in a frenzy to Lestrade, descending over him and tearing his throat off – causing the police to collapse over John, leaving pools of red blood all over the man. John let out a shriek in shock and fear before fainting at the sight of a dead Lestrade lying over him. When Sherlock had gotten up on his legs to go after Moriarty, even though his whole world was spinning, Moriarty was already gone.
"John... We need to move.. Lestrade out of the way.." Sherlock panted exhausted to Mycroft, but his brother didn't answer. Sherlock observed that great sorrow surrounded his brother and now he knew a thing he almost couldn't believe in. His brother had mated with Lestrade. Sherlock would talk to him later, right now he had to concentrate on getting John to a hospital, hiding Lestrade's body somewhere and then take care of himself. Sherlock went to John on wobbly legs, puffing Lestrade's body away from John's body with his nose and then he licked Lestrade's blood away from his face before lifting him up on his back.
"I know that this must be hard for you, brother, but we gotta help John now." Sherlock murmured softly to his brother, but Mycroft didn't take notice of him. He went over to Lestrade's body and put his big head on Lestrade's chest, closing his eyes. His ears slumped down and big tears started rolling down his cheeks.
"Oh brother..." Sherlock whispered, feeling the same deep and harsh pain as Mycroft.
"Go. I will come to you later. Just let me mourn..." his brother whispered hollowly and Sherlock nodded for an answer.
"Yes." and with that, Sherlock hurried his way to a near hospital, not caring about being in his wolf form. He needed to get John to a hospital as soon as possible, his heartbeat had gotten too weak and Sherlock didn't know how much time he had left...