Chapter 14: Heart to Heart

They were sitting in his bed, John's bed, Sherlock and John just the two of them in the quiet of the room. Sherlock was telling him of his life story. He was a vampire at birth. He had been born a long time ago. His parents had been killed by hunters, at that John couldn't help but to sympathize…but his own parents had been killed by Sherlock's kind, he reminded himself so there was nothing much to feel sorry for.

"I grew up cooped up in a mansion. They didn't let me go to normal school because they felt I'd be ostracized," Sherlock said.

"I know that feeling," John murmured as he propped himself up on a hand now, lying on his side.

As John listened more, he realized that Sherlock was just like any other guy really, except…he wasn't a guy, he was a vampire. John also learned that vampires required blood to keep their body functioning. It was like how humans needed food. He explained that even though vampires could eat human food it wasn't as nutritional as blood was for their body.

"So it's basically as long as a vampire takes blood. It doesn't matter what kind of blood, but as long as you consume that you'll be able to survive?" John asked curiosity piqued now.

"Yes. That's how it is. Then you break it down into nutritional content and the amount energy you get from the different kinds of blood," Sherlock said noting just how interested John was in this topic, he knew the hunter was probably thinking if he could take animal blood instead. But if John was thinking of it he didn't let on, especially with his next question.

"Tell me about your friends, you know Lestrade, Mycroft and the rest," John said not wanting to be to direct.

"Lestrade?" Sherlock said, "Well he's…sort of like my secretary," he said with a little chuckle, "he helps to keep my things in check. Holds down the fort. He was my good friend. I changed him when he was bleeding out on the asphalt during one of the police and vampire shoot outs."

"I've never seen one," John said, clearly there weren't any police forces left right now, but during Sherlock's time there must've been police forces around trying to keep the peace or at least what little of it that remained.

"You wouldn't want to see it," Sherlock assured him. He remembered it all too well, it was all blood and gore. Broken limbs and torn out throats, it reminded him of what sort of a person – beast – he was.

"So…who's Jim and Irene?" John asked. He wanted to know more about these two more than anything because they seemed the most important to Sherlock he had seen the way the vampire talked about those two with Lestrade.

If he wanted John to trust him, he knew he would have to tell the hunter basically everything that included telling the story of both his 'lovers' so to speak. He looked to the hunter who lay just a few inches away from him on the bed. Could he actually tell John about that? He had to, after all the two of them, him and John, there would be nothing more than this mission that held them together he wouldn't get attached. He wouldn't fall in love.

"They were my lovers…sort of…Jim Moriarty and Irene Adler were my lovers at some point in time," Sherlock said, catching a flitting emotion in the hunter's eyes. Was John jealous?

"You loved a woman?" John asked, Sherlock hadn't seemed to be the kind but he thought that vampires were beautiful enough to have both male and female lovers.

"It was one sided really. She liked me. She liked playing games with me. We kissed once or twice, it wasn't much. I when I disappeared Lestrade told me she went over to the Rebels. She's leading her own coven now. Irene used to be in my coven, she was a friend, a daughter of one of my father's clients, I don't remember much about that."

"So, Jim was the one then? The one that you were closer to?" John asked.

Sherlock chuckled, smiling as he nodded, "Yeah. He came wondering into my mansion one day. He was a human then and he thought that I was amazing. He thought that it was cool that I couldn't die, that I could go on living forever. I told him everything, my strengths, my weaknesses and all my fears. He was my only friend. Then he fell sick with a terrible illness. He was on his deathbed in the hospital. By then…" Sherlock paused, trying to stop the flood of overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume him.

"By then I'd…fallen in love with him. With his irritating, childish ways, his pranks and all his nonsense. I didn't care if he was a human…and I went and changed him. I made him a vampire. I fed him till he was strong enough and he was thankful to me for saving his life. He became my partner and we started a coven together…"

With each word that passed Sherlock's lips John found his heart twisting and twisting into a tighter and tighter knot. Sherlock loved Jim, he could see it, the way the vampire's eyes seemed to look right through him, remembering back to times gone by. It bothered John badly and he didn't have to ask to know that Jim and Sherlock had probably had more physical encounters than he let on.

"So what happened to him?" John asked.

"What happened?" Sherlock said, looking back to John now, "well…he killed himself. Staked himself in the heart, left me a suicide note telling me that his world couldn't go on if I wasn't in it. If only he knew…" Sherlock said.

"If he loved you that much he would have waited. He was immortal," John said, turning on his side now, back to Sherlock. He had heard enough of Sherlock's story. He didn't want to know more. It for some reason just made him more depressed.

"Would you have waited?" Sherlock asked, the words out of his mouth before he could think. He stared at John's back, the hunter curled on his side looked vulnerable once more. He received no reply and he sighed running a hand through his hair. Maybe telling John hadn't been such a good idea. 'You hurt his feelings,' he thought as he looked at the hunter's still form.

Sherlock was tempted to stay, to pull John into his embrace and stay there through the night with him. That would quench his yearning for Jim, or so he told himself. Instead he decided to go, getting off the bed, he looked once more at the sleeping form of John.

"Goodnight," he said before he left John's room.

"Yes," John murmured to himself as he heard the door shut behind him with Sherlock's departure. Yes, he would have waited for Sherlock. If he had been immortal, he would have waited even if Sherlock hadn't returned and John hated himself for admitting that. He knew it now, what he felt was jealousy when Sherlock spoke of Jim, what he felt was desire, white and hot when Sherlock held him and drank from him.

What he felt was possibly love…

Yet now that he had come to this realization he wasn't so sure about the vampire's feelings towards him.

AN: Hey guys so here's another chapter up for this week. I hope you haven't been waiting too long. Thanks for being patient you guys! Do leave me a comment to let me know what you thought about this chapter and i'll see you in the next chapter of this story that i upload next week! Ciao!