AN: Hey guys so here's the new chapter. There are some characters in this chapter that i created on my own so don't be too confused about it. I do hope you enjoy this chapter and leave me a comment to tell me what you liked :)

Chapter 7: Not My Lover

John was still pissed as he hid in the compound of the club now. In his hand he held a gun. Instead of a stake he felt more like using wooden bullets from the oak tree to kill the vampires. Why give them the pleasure of a quick death when he could draw it out of them slowly? They didn't deserve to be treated nicely.

Quietly he slipped into the club via the back entrance, keeping to the shadows as he crept to the stage. Seated at one of the booths smoking was the vampire that he knew so well as his sister's lover. His name he remembered was Lucien. He had a head of neon blue hair with black highlights.

Seated around him were what was left of his coven members. Six vampires. He could handle them. Of course if you enter a vampire's lair, they would have the upper hand because a human's scent was strong enough to their powerful senses and John wasn't surprised when the first vampire came around the back to check out the smell. He pulled the trigger, the bullet lodging in the vampire's heart as he fell to the ground, writhing and grasping at his chest. His body struggling to regenerate as the pain wracked his senses.

Not looking back, John headed out into the open, his gun aimed at the next vampire that lunged at him, he side stepped and the vampire followed suit but John quickly maneuvered around him and kicking the surprised vampire to the ground had the next wooden bullet lodged in its chest. Just as quickly the others came at him, their kicks and punches faster than the human eyes.

John was trained enough to manage to block most of the blows, wincing him the vampire's did get a hit though. The adrenaline rush blocked out all the pain and it kept John moving swiftly moving on his feet as he slammed the vampire back into the countertop, his hand moving lightning quick to stake the vampire as he shot another one with his gun.

Now he was down to two, Lucien and the other vampire. Lucien it seemed wasn't going to make a move until all his henchmen had been killed and John was fine with that. He moved in to tackle the last one, a huge wall of a vampire. He was tiring quickly and the vampire knew it too as it taunted him, feigning left and right before finally going in for the kill his beefy hand grabbing his throat. John's gun immediately clattered to the floor, useless as his hands clawed at the vampire's strong grip. He grimaced as he was rammed back into the wall, the beefy hand of the vampire still on his throat, trapping his airways. John's kicks were no use now when he was caught.

Defiantly he stared into the vampire's eyes, as he dug his nails deep into the vampire's cools flesh, tearing at it with all his might as finally the beefy hand released it's chokehold on his neck. John crumpled to the ground, quickly scrambling behind the counter as he grabbed his gun.

He sat there for a moment, regaining his strength, his breath coming out in quick pants. The bandage at his neck had fallen away now and John didn't care. Seeing his stake sticking out of the other's vampire's chest, he pressed his leg against its chest using it as leverage as he freed the bloody stake.

He pulled himself to his knees again, seeing the hulk of a vampire smirking at him. Lucien as well was looking at him with a smug smile.

"They say siblings usually have the same taste, looks like you got yourself a vampire lover too didn't you?" Lucien asked as he indicated the puncture wounds from Sherlock on John's neck.

"He is not my lover!" John growled, anger flaring in him at the mere thought of Sherlock.

"Indeed," he heard Sherlock's voice respond from behind him, eyes widening in surprise as the vampire in question appeared from out of nowhere. Had he been watching all along and hadn't even thought about helping? Oh how John would like to stake him too!

"The hell Sherlock!" John said, annoyed as he turned to the vampire.

"Lucien was it? How about you take the gun from John and shoot your henchman over there before you take your own life?" Sherlock said his voice velvety and soothing. If anything, John knew he was using hypnosis on Lucien and his henchman and from the way things were looking, with Lucien walking up to him and taking the gun from his hand, Sherlock's hypnosis was indeed incredibly powerful.

Two gunshots sounded, one after the other then all was silent save for John's ragged breathing, "I could have handled them you know!" John said as he went to retrieve his gun from the still twitching corpse of Lucien.

"Yes, you were holding up marvellously well until you got slammed into the wall," Sherlock said.

"Were you here watching the whole time?" John asked, still angry with Sherlock for the previous incident and now for this current one.

"Yes…I was worried…" Sherlock muttered.

"Worried? You think I needed help?" John asked his voice softening now for some reason when he heard that Sherlock had been worried for him.

"Sort of…" Sherlock replied as he pointed to the puncture's on John's neck, his fingers lingering on the still sensitive skin and causing John to gasp, "I thought you wouldn't be able to fight considering the amount of blood I took from you today. But it seems you held your ground pretty well."

John averted his eyes from the vampire's still able to feel the other's lingering cool touch on his neck, "I'm sorry…for just now back at Lestrade's. And…thank you for coming here."

"I'm sorry for not telling you earlier that I knew Lestrade…" Sherlock said trailing off. He wasn't used to apologizing, well at least not to a human, it wasn't like him.

"I thought maybe because we were going to work together you know, we could trust each other or something," John said as he turned, headed for the door of the club now.

"We could start over again," Sherlock said as he came up behind John, stopping the other as his hand rested over John's on the handle of the door.

"O-Okay…" John said, uncomfortable in this close a proximity to Sherlock.

"Good. I'd like that," Sherlock murmured as he leaned in closer to John, his nose burying in John's hair again in an affectionate nuzzle.

"Stop that," John said batting at the vampire as he let himself out of the compound of the club. Sherlock was such a confusing person – vampire – with all his unpredictable actions. He could be sweet and caring at some times then again he could change personality to someone you hardly knew and it confused the fuck out of John.