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Chapter 6: Talking To Lestrade

The ride out to the Central District had been a rather quiet one, both vampire and human caught in their own thoughts. The cool evening breeze whipping in their face as the Chevy convertible sped into town. The Central District wasn't much different from the outskirts of town. Few cars were around and many of the roads were dimly lit by the streetlights, still there were signs of life with office lights turned on in the buildings around, and people still walking along the street.

John took a turn at the next junction before he pulled into the car park of a rather tall skyscraper. He was about to whip out his phone to call on Lestrade to tell him that he had arrived and not to panic because he had a vampire with him, but before he could, the man was already coming out of the elevator to greet him. What was even more surprising was when Lestrade actually greeted Sherlock warmly as though they were long lost friends, with a smile and even a hug that for some reason made John green with envy.

"You two know each other?" John asked as he watched them exchange greetings.

"Yes. We go way back," Lestrade said smiling at him, that's when John saw it the slightly sharp canines that were a vampire's fangs. How could he not have noticed? He'd been working with a vampire all along!

"Why didn't you tell me?" John growled as he stood before Lestrade now. The man –vampire – had truly hidden himself well. Blending in to the crowd so well that a hunter of his caliber hadn't even noticed it.

"Would you still have thought of me a friend then? As a helper?" Lestrade asked the obvious. "You wouldn't have thought twice about it, you would have killed me."

Sherlock smirked just a little at his friend's little prank, "Looks like you already had vampires as friends even before you met me," he said to John to which the human scowled.

"He lied to me. The whole time!" John said folding his arms across his chest, leaning against the side of his car as he kept his eyes on the two vampires. "Who were all those vampires that I killed then? Those that I didn't request information on? Who were they?" John asked.

Lestrade cocked his head in the direction of the elevator, "About that, we'll have to talk about it inside. Come," he said leading the two into the lift as they ascended.

When the doors of the elevator next slid open, they were in a dimly lit corridor, Lestrade led them down all the way to the room at the end where he opened the door and let them in. Inside, the furnishings were rather simple. A desk, a sofa set and a coffee table right in the center.

"Have a seat," Lestrade said indicating the couch now.

John looked from one vampire to the other, a little suspicious at what they had planned. Most of all, he wondered why Sherlock hadn't told him that he knew Lestrade. He must've looked through his phone and at least spotted his name. Silently, John took a seat on the couch, Sherlock coming to sit himself down beside him.

"Well are you going to explain your story?" John asked looking to Sherlock for answers, "Why didn't you tell me you knew Lestrade?"

Sherlock looked away just a tad bit guilty. He'd seen Lestrade's contact in his phone and made the connection immediately. Lestrade had been one of Sherlock's 'followers' so to speak. He, like Sherlock was in the group that was different. "I don't know. I didn't feel like it," Sherlock answered.

John stared at him, undaunted, "Didn't feel like it? What kind of an excuse is that?" he burst out.

"You've got things that you keep private. Why can't I have things that I want to keep private as well?"

"Private?" John scoffed, "I told you every single thing about myself when you…you were locked up in that bloody ice tomb for gods' sakes! There is nothing private about me to you Sherlock!" he growled standing now as he made his way to the door, "I'm going to finish what I came here for. I don't need your help anymore," he mumbled as he stormed back the way he had come in. He was over-reacting over the small issue he knew. But…they'd formed a consenting alliance on both parties and...John had trusted him. To think Sherlock hadn't even had the heart to tell him he knew Lestrade? How was this 'alliance' of theirs so to speak, ever going to work out?

The two vampires stared in silence as the door slammed and they heard the retreating footsteps of the human as he headed towards the elevator.

"You're still getting into people's good books aren't you?" Lestrade teased as he shook his head.

"He'll come back. When he realizes that he needs me," Sherlock said, voice confident.

At that Lestrade laughed, "You don't know but John is…one hell of a human. He's the one who killed off most of the Rebels."

"Only because he was under your command," he murmured.

"Things have changed so much since you disappeared. Where did you go to? We all thought that you'd abandoned us," Lestrade said as he poured a whiskey and handed it to Sherlock, "and what's this about an ice tomb?"

"I was rescued from the ice tomb by John. He saved me. Someone put me in there. I don't even know who he was…I can't remember a thing about it," Sherlock murmured as he sipped on the whiskey. "How's the rest of them doing?" he asked curious to know what his 'coven' was up to after his time in the ice.

"Mrs. Hudson's recruiting members to our side. She's the best shot we've got so far at bringing Rebels over to our side. Your brother…" Lestrade said trailing off.

Sherlock looked to him, "What about Mycroft?"

"He went into hiding not long after you disappeared…and since then he hasn't contacted me once," Lestrade said, trying to keep a stoic face at that.

Sherlock knew about Lestrade's affection for his brother, he didn't like to pry into other's business much so he didn't mention a thing about that, "Any word from Jim though?" Sherlock asked, this he knew was a route that he didn't really want to tread down. Jim was unpredictable and he didn't want to know what troubles he had caused this time. He was his partner though and had been since he had changed Jim when the man had been on his deathbed. Jim was temperamental and childish in every manner and Sherlock had adored him for that. Together they had dreams to start their own coven, which had turned out into the success that it was.

"Sherlock," Lestrade began, looking to the other, "Jim…he…after you disappeared, a week later he committed suicide. Staked himself right through the chest. He did leave a note in his apartment and I'm sorry but I read it," Lestrade said as he searched through his desk for the paper. Finding it he handed it to Sherlock, "It's a pity he thought that you left because of him and he said he couldn't live without you…"

Sherlock opened the note his eyes scanning through the neat cursive script that belonged only to Jim:

Dear Sherlock,

By the time you read this. I'll be gone. Why didn't you tell me that you were leaving? Did I really mean nothing to you? I…truly loved you and I thought that you shared that same feeling for me. I can't live without you Sherlock, that's why if you ever do come back, I'll be gone.

Your beloved,

Jim

Sherlock's heart clenched as he looked over the note once more. To think Jim had staked himself. He closed his eyes giving a moment in silence to Jim. "What news of the rest?" he asked tucking the note into his pocket.

"Irene, the Dominatrix as she calls herself now. She went over to the Rebels and started a coven on her own, bigger than ours. She's got connections to the Father, that's the bastard who's been on a feeding frenzy, creating more and more vampires to serve himself. He's sent countless newborns here to destroy us and we've killed them in the droves," Lestrade said his voice tinged with regret at the loss of lives, "Just last week, he sent one about fifteen strong, taking us by surprise."

"And what of John's vampire?" Sherlock asked, "The one he's going to hunt now."

"At the time when he was with John's sister he had a coven about thirty seven strong. Now, he's dwindled down to just six including himself."

"Is he dangerous?" Sherlock asked.

"Are you worried for John?" Lestrade asked.

"He has a deal to fulfill on his half. Tell me where he is Lestrade," Sherlock said his voice bordering on irritation.

"He should be down at Dollar-Z, that club was one of the vampire's hideouts. It's the only one he's got left now."

"I can't understand humans and their tempers," Sherlock grumbled as he stood headed for the door. The only reason he was going after John was because the human had made a deal with him to help him and not because he was worried.