Chapter 26: The Meeting

"…look…cute…isn't it?" he picked up muffled words through the haze in his mind. The voices were not familiar to him at all. Where was he anyway? He remembered that he was chasing after the mysterious man who danced with Sherlock…the man! He jolted awake only to find that he was tied down to a chair and there was a spotlight on him. Beyond the pool of light was nothing but darkness.

"Oh I think he's awake," came a singsong voice.

Jim walks towards the pool of light, looking at the man, the human who is trussed up, he quirks a smile, a quick flash of teeth, "Well what have we here? A cross dresser?" he asked.

John shakes his head his vision clearing now as it focuses on the man standing before him. One look at his fangs and he knows that this is one of the vampires. He's been taken by the vampire, the tall blonde one…but this one isn't blonde. "Jim…Moriarty…" he rasps looking to the man's eyes, recognizing their endless black depths.

Jim chuckles, "Very good," he says, grasping the human by the chin and pulling the hunter closer to him, "now tell me your name," he growls, he needs to confirm this is the right one, not just some random cross dresser who looks just like the hunter he's looking for.

John is reluctant and he doesn't know what else to do, but he doesn't feel like giving in so soon, "Are you The Father?" he asked, fixing the vampire with a defiant stare.

Swiftly, there is a blonde vampire at Jim's side a blade held out to his neck, John gasps as he feels the knife prick his skin. It's the blond who knocked him unconscious…Jim tuts, then lightly tapping the blonde vampire's hand he tells him, "It's alright Sebastian, he has to know sooner or later for the rest of the game to work."

'The game? What…'

Jim lets go of his hair now, standing back as he looks to him, "And what if I am?" he asks, "Will you tell me your name then?"

He's tied to a chair, with the man who might very well be The Father standing before him…what choice does he have? But he answers otherwise, "No."

"I can see why Sherlock would like you. You're such a fighter."

John balks at the mention of Sherlock, "Where is Sherlock?" he growls, pulling against his restrains, he doesn't know if they've got Sherlock, "Is he okay?"

Jim laughs, "He's fine. But it depends on your behavior if he remains fine or not. Now what's your name?"

"John Watson."

"Oh so it's the John Watson whose parents were killed by vampires," Jim mocks as he gives a slow round of applause before he continues, "John Watson whose sister was killed by himself over the fact that she was in love with a vampire. Now he himself now is in love with one. You're such a hypocrite you know? Wonderful. I've heard so much about you."

'Don't play into his trap…don't' John reminded himself, "If you know about me then why ask?"

His head snaps back as Jim backhands him, his cheek is burning and hot and throbbing from the slap, "Because I can." It takes awhile for the ringing in his ear to stop, he isn't going to back down just like this.

"Why did you lie? They said that you died, saw your ashes even! Lestrade believed that you were dead and…so did Sherlock…"

"I faked my death honey," Jim drawled.

"How?" John asked, he has to keep him talking while his hands try to work around the ropes that bind his wrists. The rope is tied tightly and it's biting into his skin but he tries anyway, wriggling his fingers as it begins to hurt just a little, "And how come none of them could see you for who you were? How come I only saw you as Jim?"

"Oh god you sure have a ton of questions," Jim sighs as he looks to the hunter, "Faking my death is easy, I just need to kill some other vampire take his ashes and place them at my house." He pauses, "As for the second trick, it's something called subversion magic."

This time John saw what Lestrade had previously been raving about, a man with emerald green eyes and light brown hair, "All I need to do is project the image at certain people and this is what they see. And yes, cloaking charms around Stowerling belongs to moi."

"So you are The Father," it wasn't a question now. John knew it had to be him.

"Bravo! Now tell me, why haven't you killed Sherlock? He's been using you all along to get to me."

"We made a deal, I'll help him if he helps me. I'm merely keeping to my side of the bargain."

"Striking deals…now that isn't very much like Sherlock…" Jim mused.

"You don't know him. He's different."

Jim laughed, "I don't know him huh. Well let me tell you something hunter. I know him better than anyone else. He told me everything. He shared with me every single thought and fancy, fear and horror. There is nothing that I do not know about Sherlock Holmes." The smell of blood had him smirking now as he looked to John once more, "Well you've been busy at work I see," he mused as he rounded the chair, seeing the hunter's bloody wrists and the ropes still tied tight in place, "You can stop you know. It won't work," he rasped in John's ear, letting his nose trail down his hairline.

A smirk worked its way across his lips as he heard John gasp at the action, "He's taken your blood before hasn't he?" Jim whispered inhaling John's scent, "It's no wonder you're so sensitive…I wonder how you must taste," he chuckled pressing a kiss to John's neck, teasing him, "Maybe I should try you out for myself."

"D-don't…" John gasped as he felt Jim's lips on his neck, the vampire pressing him back into the chair now with one arm around his chest, the other pulling his head to the side to expose his neck.

"If anything, John, I think you want this," Jim whispered as he continued, his tongue laving the hunter's skin in his saliva sucking hard on his skin and leaving his marks, making John moan low in his throat at the gesture.

"Oh god…please…" John whimpers trying to get away from it but he can't. He feels the way Jim's fangs scrape over his neck, gently, softly, taunting him. A deadly invitation, he wants to give in so badly. He knows the pleasure that a vampire's bite brings.

Jim laughs by the hunter's ear, "Look at you, fucking wanton," he whispers teasing him, his hand slipping down the front of John's dress, moving between the folds of the skirts and massaging the man's erection before he pulls back, satisfied at the perfect picture of humiliation on John's face, "If you want to go free, you've got to do something for me."

John's heart is still racing as he sits there, cheeks flushed, his cock still hard after being humiliated by The Father.

"Sebastian, untie him," Jim orders

John felt as the ropes were ripped from his hands, the vampire, Sebastian leading him out of the pool of light and into the darkness now. As his eyes adjust to the dim surrounding, he is led to the table where Jim is. The vampire pushes a vial towards him, it contains an odd blue mixture, "His weakness is ice. This here is a concoction that will kill him. Now all you need to do, is to get him to drink it, the tiniest drop will mean death."

John's eyes widen at that, as he shakes his head, "No I can't."

Jim laughs, as he produces a syringe with red fluid, "Oh don't worry, I'm sure you can," he says as he rounds the table coming towards John with the syringe, it's contents similar to the one he'd given to Sherlock such a long time ago, a partial memory loss potion, "You won't even remember him, much less care if he dies."

"No!" John is fighting back now, elbowing Sebastian as he tries to run, but the vampire is strong and tackles him to the floor. He wrestles back, trying to reach for one of the guns in the folds of the dress. He grips it tight pulling it out from the holster and whacks Sebastian across the face with the butt of the gun.

It doesn't seem to have had any effect on the vampire at all for he simply, grabs his bloody wrist and rips the gun from his hand. The room is filled with his screams and cries now as Sebastian holds him down. John is writhing, arms flailing as he tries anything and everything to escape the syringe.

"You're going to be alright John," Jim whispers, his voice soothing and cold, smirking as he jabs the syringe into John's shoulder, pressing the plunger down and watching as the red concoction becomes lesser and lesser. John's fighting soon tones down and his eyes glaze over.

"Sherlock…" John whispers feeling the liquid entering his system his eyelids are heavy and they are going to close. He sees Jim's lips moving, chanting something and then, the last thing he hears was the command.

"You will kill Sherlock Holmes."

AN: Hey guys sorry for the extremely late update. I'm just super caught up in the Thorki fandom once more oh gods, the movie! Hahaha, anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I will try my utmost best to keep to my update schedules!