Chapter 11: He's Different

"This is Kitty Riley reporting live from the site."

Lestrade turned off the television set now as he turned to look at the three survivors that were now in his office. One of which he was extremely glad to see.

"I'm glad you got away without getting hurt," Lestrade said, more directed to Mycroft than to the other two.

Sherlock's mind was ablaze with questions. If the cane was gotten at a pawnshop that made tracing it back to the original owner even harder. But he had no doubt that it would belong to the Father. He needed to know more about this 'father'.

"What can you tell me about the Father, Lestrade?" Sherlock asked as he fiddled with the cane.

"Like I said no one knows about the Father. He's myth he doesn't seem to exist. When you ask the Rebels they don't say a word. He's like a shadow, he is but isn't there," Lestrade explained.

"When did he first appear?" John spoke up now.

"He was always…there," Lestrade answered.

"There was no beginning or anything he just…is?" John asked to which Lestrade nodded.

"So someone working from behind the scenes…he doesn't show himself…" Sherlock mused then he remembered a piece of information that Lestrade had mentioned, "You said Irene has connections to the Father. Where is Irene?"

Lestrade shrugged, "I haven't kept tabs on her since she went over to the Rebels. I could search up something for you now but it will take a little bit of time considering how well she's hidden herself. I doubt her coven will want to reveal where their mistress is so, we will have to do all the research here."

"How long will you take?" Sherlock asked.

"A week? Maybe two?" Lestrade said.

"I could help you if you wanted…" Mycroft offered to which Lestrade nodded, he needed to spend time with the other after such a long time of loneliness.

"One last thing. Mycroft what was the name of the pawnshop that you got the cane from?" Sherlock asked as he stood now, ready to go, John at his side.

"I don't remember it was somewhere near here…Web something…" Mycroft murmured as he tried hard to remember the name of the shop and for some reason couldn't, almost as though it had been completely wiped from his mind.

"It's alright, John and I will figure it out somehow," Sherlock said as he and John left, headed back to John's mansion.

Dinner was a silent affair in John's home as the two sat at the marble countertop in the kitchen eating. John on the one hand having tons of questions about Sherlock and Sherlock's past and on the other hand he didn't want to ask him.

"Do you have a directory of the area around here maybe we can find the pawnshop that Mycroft mentioned," Sherlock said as he took the dishes to wash now.

"I'll check I'm sure I have one somewhere in my room or something," he said leaving the kitchen area.

Sherlock entered John's room again that night as they pored through he different directories. Finally Sherlock found it, Webbed Void, was the name of the shop it was on three streets away from where Lestrade's was, "We should go and check it out tomorrow while waiting for Lestrade to get back to us on Irene's whereabouts," Sherlock said, getting up to go now, he wasn't sure he wanted to intrude on John's room things were still as unsettled between them as it had been this morning since the blood incident. Neither seemed to want to mention it at all.

"Okay. Um…goodnight then," John said as he walked Sherlock to the door, holding it open as he waited for the other to go out.

The vampire stopped mid way before he turned back to John he reached a hand out, touching the bandages on the human's neck, "You feel guilty because of this don't you?" Sherlock asked, noting as John trembled at his touch, those cerulean blues averted from his gaze, "You don't have to let me drink if you don't want to you know. You can just tell me no John. I will understand."

"But…that means you'll…drink from someone else," John said and he didn't want that. For some reason he didn't like the idea at all, the idea of Sherlock drinking from another person, the eroticism they would share.

Sherlock was a little taken aback at that statement but he smirked, leaning in to kiss John on the forehead, "I think you like me John, deep down, you like a vampire like me. After all if you hadn't you wouldn't have stayed so long coming to talk to me in the caves."

John balked at that, pulling away from Sherlock's touch, "I do not like you! I thought you were human when I saw you in the ice…I didn't know…" John murmured shaking his head as he stepped back into his room, "Never mind. All we need to do is to carry on with this mission when we're done with it we can go our separate ways okay? Now goodnight."

The door slammed shut in Sherlock's face and he stared at its hard wood material. Why was John so angry? He should be the one if anything to be pissed. John had hurt his feelings with what he'd said. Not liking him…talking to him only because he thought he was human but still he couldn't find it in himself to be angry with John.

He swore for a moment something like 'I love John' flitted through his mind. A reasoning to his lack of anger. What John and him had was it love? Hadn't Jim been the one for him all along? The reason why he had changed the human in the first place. But he wanted to change John too…it had crossed his mind many times that and the fact that he wanted to protect John.

"Sleep well John," Sherlock muttered pressing his hand to the door as he headed back to his room, heart heavy.

'If you don't like him you wouldn't have persevered to break him out of the ice. You like him from the moment you met him…' John thought as he scribbled down the address on a piece of paper, chaining into his pajamas before he climbed into bed. Yes, John had fallen in love with the frozen beauty at first glance, but he hadn't expected him to be a vampire!

'But it's not like I thought is it? He may be a vampire but he's different…and you know that,' came John's thoughts as he curled up on his side.

'Then give him a chance. It hasn't been so bad with him has it? Besides you do enjoy when he drinks from you. The way he bites you and how his hands touch you.' Embarrassed at his line of thoughts John burrowed deeper into the covers, falling asleep with thoughts of Sherlock.

AN: Okay so here's the next chapter out after a long time. I really must apologise for that! I do hope that you guys liked this chapter, leave me a comment to let me know, also i will try my best to keep to the uploading schedules! I promise! :)