Chapter 5: Meals

John stood in the bathroom, peering into the mirror as he looked at the marks that Sherlock had left on his neck. Puncture wounds from the vampire's fangs. He shuddered remembering just how his body had tingled with excitement and lust as Sherlock had fed from him. He opened the cabinet behind the mirror at the sink and grabbed the bandages. He wound it around his neck to cover the punctures and clasped it in place with the little clip.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he found Sherlock lazing in his bed, looking through his phone. John stormed across the room, grabbing the phone from out of Sherlock's hands as he glared down at the vampire, "Phones are not for playing with. They're a person's private possessions!" John said as he dropped the phone into his pocket.

"Your world now doesn't seem too different from when I was alive. It's still got technology running," Sherlock mused as he looked up to John, noticing that the human had covered the puncture marks on his neck with bandages.

"Technology doesn't change much when you've got vampires around every single corner," John said as he went over the things in his pack again, aware that the vampire was still watching him. He was less on edge now, just a little bit more comfortable around Sherlock than he was amongst other vampires.

"So…let's get your half of the job done before you can help me with mine. We were going to hunt somebody in the Central District?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes. My sister's lover…" John murmured.

Sherlock knew from his time frozen in the ice as he listened to John speak that his sister was someone very important to him. To actually kill his sister to prevent her from changing… "Harriet Watson…" Sherlock said, the name causing John to look at him.

"You…you could hear everything while you were in the ice?" John asked, remembering all the things that he had told Sherlock and that kiss he had given him right before he had been about to leave.

"Yes. I wasn't dead you know…just…frozen," he explained.

"Do you not remember at all how you got there?" John asked as he closed his pack now, bringing it over to the bed and setting it down.

Sherlock sat up in bed now, the gears in his mind whirring as they tried to think back to the moments before he had been frozen in the ice. Nothing came to him except that wicked grin, that evil laugher and the pain that had shot through his body before he fell into nothingness, "There was someone there, I mean I don't know who he was but I remember that he was evil and that there was a lot of pain like something was being devoured inside me…"

John raised a brow, "Evil? That's the word you're going to use? It's probably got to be one of your vampire buddies," John said as he motioned for Sherlock to get off his bed as he straightened the covers.

He watched John, moving about the room now, packing his hunter's equipment and engaging him in a conversation that got his mind jogging. He could remember life as it was before being changed, he could remember the few people that had been in his life. But he couldn't remember the one that had locked him in an ice coffin past the wicked grin and the evil laughter along with the pain that was associated with him. After that there was nothing but a deep dark hole of black nothingness that stretched on forever until John had found him.

Sherlock helped John carry his bags as they headed into the garage where John's car was and they loaded the things up into his trunk. After that they were back in the house, back in the kitchen where he had fed from John that morning. This time however, as evening approached, John turned on the lamp overhead and he busied himself as he began to cook.

"Can you…eat human food?" John asked him, as turning to him from where he stood at the stove, he wasn't sure about the livelihood of a vampire. This was the closest as he had come to one and not killed him already.

"Yes. It sustains me just as well as blood if that's what you mean. It's not a necessity but…you know…" he said trailing off. He wanted to keep some semblance of being a human and eating, actual consumption was one of them.

John merely nodded as he turned back to the stove, flipping over the omelet once more before he served it up on two plates. He filled a glass of chocolate milk for himself as he went along, setting the plates down at the counter as he handed the vampire a fork and a knife.

Sherlock hadn't had a meal cooked for him since…never. To be exact, this was his first ever human meal that someone had gone to the trouble of cooking specially for him, "Thank you, John," he said, watching as the other settled into his seat beside him, nodding his head to acknowledge his thanks before he continued eating.

Surprisingly, the taste of the food was much better than he had expected it to taste and he finished it in seconds, "I've never tasted anything like that before. It's…simple yet wonderful."

John nearly wanted to fall out of his seat laughing as he looked to the vampire, "Are you serious? Never? It's just an omelet you know. Just eggs and milk and bits of chicken," John said as he lifted the glass of chocolate milk to his lips to drink.

"Well I have tasted omelet once or twice but that was so long ago. I must've forgot what human food tastes like…" he said.

At that John trailed off, of course. Sherlock was a vampire! He wouldn't have needed to eat much of human food…because he fed on blood. He feeds on the bloods of humans...he kills them. 'But you're not dead are you?' his mind taunted him. No, Sherlock hadn't drained him dry only because they had made a deal to help each other out. Had they not, John had no doubt that he would be no different then the other vampires that he had met so far.

"We should get going," he said finishing the milk before he took the dishes to wash. Once that was settled he got his jacket off the rack in the hallway and led Sherlock back down in to the basement. His car was there, a fairly outdated model of a black Chevy convertible.

John got in on the driver's side, Sherlock getting in beside him as he started the engine. The vampire wondered what he would have to tell John when they got to the Central District to meet with a certain Greg Lestrade.

AN: Thank you guys for all the nice comments on the previous chapter, i hoped you liked this next chapter. I'm so sorry for the rather late update though i've been rather busy this week with projects and presentations. I wish i just wrote fanfic for a living! hahaha anyway do leave me a comment to tell me what you thought about it and i'll see you guys in the next chapter! :)