Chapter 29: I Know You

The vampire sighed, taking in the silence of the house around him now. He felt so alone now that Lestrade and the rest of the gang had left. With John the way he was, Sherlock had close to no one. And it was all the fault of one person, The Father. It was he who took away John's memory. It had to be him. There was no question about it. He made his way up the stairs now and down the hallway to John's room.

Sherlock stood outside John's room now, closing his eyes as he heaved a sigh, heart heavy. 'Did you think that by doing this it will make all of this seem just like a dream?' came his conscience. Sherlock opened his eyes once more still standing in the same hallway, he truly had no idea how to cure John's memory loss. Opening the door now he saw John was still out cold, right hand secured to the bedpost with rope.

Sherlock sat down beside his body, the bed sinking beneath him. He watched the rise and fall of John's chest, he was still asleep so Sherlock reached over to the rope and untied it. He could control John if it came down to that. Taking John's hand in his he stroked his fingers over the burn marks from the rope. They were still red and raw and Sherlock's heart clenched at the sight. He had caused this harm to come unto John. His eyes travelled over the hunter's body now, the slightly swollen cheek of his from a slap he gathered, bruised arms and neck from a fight. As he moved in closer he caught those suspicious marks on John's neck.

They weren't the usual bruises attained from fighting, he could tell. Those were hickeys; the vampire that caught John had gone and done that on purpose. He knew it; he was boiling with rage inside. If only he could kill that stupid bastard right now, snap his neck and feel the bone break beneath his hands, then rip his heart out. Sherlock was so lost in his anger that he didn't know that John had awakened. Those clear blue eyes looked up at him and then they flashed with anger and the need to kill.

John felt a presence sitting near him and curious he opened his eyes to see the vampire, Sherlock, sitting there by his bedside a look of pure anger in his eyes. What the hell was he doing here! He scrambled to get his gun, right arm reaching for it, his fingers nearly brushing the butt of the gun. Forcefully he was pushed away as Sherlock held him down, "No. John, no," he was saying. John cursed as he was pinned beneath the vampire, the gun now lying useless in its place where it had clattered away from the bed.

Panting, he stared up at the vampire, looking into his blue grey eyes as he let the vampire dominate him, "How do you know my name?" John asked staring up at the vampire, Sherlock. The one that he was supposed to kill, there was something about him that was strangely familiar though…

"I know you better than any of the other vampires that you met," Sherlock says, his grip on John's wrists loosening just a tad bit when the hunter beneath him stopped struggling. "I know you better than Lestrade or Irene."

John scoffed, "I don't believe you," he said, studying the vampire, "I don't befriend vampires that easily. I don't just tell them everything," John replied his eyes crawling up the vampire's chest and staring up into his blue grey eyes once more.

"Alright, then let me tell you this. I know that your parents were killed by vampires. I know you killed your sister because she fell in love with a vampire."

John balked. He'd never told anyone about his parents let alone the reason for his sister's sudden death. Not even Lestrade. But he refused to believe that he'd told this vampire anything, if he had he didn't recall it at all, "I don't know how you got a hold of those bits of information on me, but I don't know you. You're just another job for me to finish, now get off!" John growled as he elbowed Sherlock, knocking the vampire back as he reached for one of the stakes that he kept in the drawer of the bedside table.

Clearly Sherlock was stunned by his sudden attack so John took the opportunity, throwing his weight into it as he tackled the vampire back into bed, his stake poised at the ready. All he needed to do was to push the stake in and up into the vampire's heart.

"John would you listen to yourself! This isn't you! You're not thinking properly!" Sherlock snarled, his fangs protruding as he was forced to use his full strength now to protect himself against John and the stake. He kneed John and the hunter fell against his body, his hands losing their grip.

"Let go of me!" John yelled when Sherlock locked his legs tightly around the hunter's waist trapping him in his embrace.

"No. Not until you remember me," Sherlock whispered, twisting John's hand making the hunter grimace in pain before he finally let go of the stake. Sherlock took it from him, throwing it so that it landed with a dull thud embedded in the wall someplace in the room.

"I. Don't. Know. You!" John growled each syllable seething through his teeth, no matter what he did, this vampire was intent on stopping him.

"You might claim not to know me," Sherlock paused pulling John closer to him a hand around his waist now, "but your body will claim otherwise," Sherlock rasped by John's ear rolling the hunter beneath him so that he was trapped beneath his body.

"Don't you daaahh!" John gasped when he felt the vampire's hips grind against his, the vampire's fingers threading into his hair and gently exposing his neck to him now. He felt Sherlock's cool lips on his neck, nibbling softly on his skin, then sucking and leaving marks, making him moan aloud as he continued his exploration. John found himself growing hot and hard with the way Sherlock teased him and his resolve was slowly melting away.

He hadn't even realized that he'd closed his eyes until he flicked them open in a shock when he felt the vampire's fangs scraping gently against his neck. Enticing him. He swallowed past the tightness in his throat. John realized that he couldn't breathe. He was afraid, he was going to die at the hands of this vampire all because he was too weak to defend himself. Yet there was a part of him that wanted to be bitten, it was as if he knew and enjoyed the experience of being bitten. John opened his mouth, about to ask him to bite him when the vampire chuckled, "Not yet."

AN: Gods, I'm so late with updates. I've been caught up with work and finishing Sherlock S3, which is by he way the most awesome thing ever. And it's only now that I'm continuing this story. I don't know if I should go on though because since S3 so many things have changed and I'm just asdfghjkl at it all. Let me know what you guys think?