Chapter 18: Possessed Puppets

As Sherlock approached the house he sensed something was not right. For one, there was the strong scent of fear in the air. It wasn't something that he had associated with John. Silently, he made a round around the house, closing his eyes he sensed it, the other presence in the air it was just the slightest whiff of power. Power that a human did not and could not possess under normal circumstances.

He levitated now, breaking in through the second floor of the house. He homed in on the whiff of power and breaking out into a run a headed towards it. He was sure that wherever it was, John would be there too and he prayed that John would be fine. Down the stairs right at the end of the hall he was led lower into the bowels of the house, right to a chamber under the kitchen.

As he entered it, he saw John there, chained to the wall, the blood dripping from a cut on his forehead was what called out to him the most. The way the single crimson drop fell, trailing down his face. That second of distraction cost him for he felt the familiar digging of a stake into his skin, instantly he balked away from the stake, hissing as the wooden splinters caught in his flesh.

Turning he was face to face with a human. A human, whom he recognized to be the shopkeeper of the Webbed Void. Why the hell was he here? But Sherlock knew soon enough why, his eyes held a glassy look, he didn't even know what he was doing here. Someone was controlling him; he was under the possession of another vampire. The Father, it had to be him.

"Do you work for the Father?" Sherlock asked as his eyes scanned the room, in darkness he could see better but it seemed the hypnotized man was just as good a match right now.

"You're Anderson right?" he asked as he moved over to John's side now, the hunter was still out cold and trussed up like that he would be no help at all.

"Not going to talk are you?" Sherlock asked as he moved away from John now, he would have to use his powers…that much was for sure. In his current state he would be a good enough match for a possessed human.

Moving in for the kill Sherlock landed a punch to Anderson's face, the bones beneath breaking under his inhumane strength but they seemed to heal almost just as instantly. "Ah how advantageous of you to be possessed," Sherlock growled as he rolled his eyes. He was going to need a weapon if he wanted to defeat this one. He went for a shovel that was the nearest to him and he fought blow for blow with Anderson's possessed state.

"I don't want to kill you…" Sherlock grimaced as he was backed into a corner now, clearly not drinking blood left him at a disadvantage and who knew possessed humans could be this strong. Taking a breather he stopped for a moment before he ducked under Anderson's arm, grabbing it he twisted it feeling the arm dislocate. Yet there was no exclamation of pain, no grimace or a yell to stop. It was as though Anderson was a puppet on the string with a very carless puppeteer.

"No, you don't!" Sherlock growled lunging at the possessed Anderson who was headed stake in hand for John now. Sherlock quickly intercepted him and they tumbled to the floor, grappling as the stake was dropped from Anderson's hand. Just as quickly Anderson had scrambled back from him and retrieved the stake. This time Sherlock had a plan. He let Anderson come at him, twisting his hand again as the stake was aimed at him, he changed the blow, hissing as he felt the wooden stake pierce his flesh once more, just below his right shoulder. And as he did so, he saw the triumphant smirk cross the lips of the possessed body.

"Father will be pleased," the possessed man said.

"You think you've won?" Sherlock asked, "Think again," he whispered as he dug his fingers into the possessed Anderson's body, his fingers closing around a still beating heart, seeing the shock register in the eyes now, whoever the person was that was controlling Anderson clearly wasn't expecting this. Just as quickly Sherlock drew his hand back and the lifeless corpse of Anderson fell to the ground. With a flick of his hand Sherlock tossed the heart away. He had to do this to protect himself and to protect John.

Panting heavily he leant against the wall now, gritting his teeth as he ripped the stake from his shoulder, dropping it to the ground now hearing as it rolled away. His vision seemed to be rather hazy now, almost as though he couldn't see properly.

"Sherlock?" John's voice was calling to him it seemed so far away. As his vision focused once more he remembered that he needed to free John. He had to.

John had only caught the last part of the fight between Sherlock and that man named Anderson. Right now, Sherlock didn't look good at all with his eyes a bright red and his fangs extended, his shirt covered in blood. Yet he as he approached him, Sherlock didn't even grab him in his chains and drink from him straight. Instead he exhausted his last amount of energy and freed John from his bonds.

"Hold on, just hold on," John said as he caught Sherlock's body now, supporting him as they made slow progress back to his room. Once there he lay Sherlock down in bed and set about going to gather bandages and antiseptics and whatnot.

His previous training as a doctor came in handy now as his fingers deftly undid Sherlock's shirt, pulling it off now as he tossed it to the side. John grit his teeth now as he looked at the bloodstains on Sherlock's body. Tenderly, he cleaned the wounds with warm water, the blood turning the colour of the water red now as he went along. He was fascinated with the way the vampire's skin was slowly fixing itself and as he watched he knew what he needed to do. Once he was done with the bandages, he washed up and came back to Sherlock's side.

Gently his hand pushed back the tendrils of hair from Sherlock's face. His fingers continued their exploration down the vampire's cheek, his hand going to cup Sherlock's face now. It was as if something inside him was drawing him closer to Sherlock as John leant in closer his thumb trailing lightly over Sherlock's lips. A shiver coursed through him at the thought of the vampire's fangs. As John continued to study the other's face, those blue grey eyes opened to meet his and the hunter blushed.

"John…" Sherlock whispered as he shifted now, moving so that his hand was buried in the hunter's golden blond locks.

John's heart skipped a beat as he felt those slender fingers slip into his hair, his breath hitched as Sherlock drew him close now and almost of his own accord he lowered himself, body pressing to Sherlock's as his eyelids drooped close. Then he felt Sherlock's cool lips pressing to his own and a strong shudder of desire coursed through him at that mere touch.

Sherlock tightened his grip on the human now and drew him close he felt a tingling sensation in his body now as their lips touched, John's lips unsure about this just as much as he was. The vampire still wasn't sure what had compelled him into this but he had been overcome with emotion. Seeing John tied up like that, it had caused him pain just to watch. Sherlock knew why. It was because he loved John. He loved him to the extent that should John get hurt and die, Sherlock knew he too would follow.

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