Chapter Six

"Why should they live?"

John froze at the absolute hatred in his best friend's voice. He had never seen the younger male exhibit such a blatant disregard for another human's life. In fact, despite what everyone else thought of the self-proclaimed sociopath, John knew damn well that the man did in fact care very much about others especially his victims, so why was sherlock acting this way?

Why did he hate these men so much?

A scream sounded from the direction of Lord DeLaRose and his wife and he shuddered as did Lestrade who was staring at Sherlock in horror. The DI's dark eyes weere pleading with the young man for either an explaination or a recantion of his last statement but none was given. Instead, those pale silver and sky eyes looked away from them to observe the carnage being created at his order. Beside him, Mycroft watched as well, cold sable eyes full of malicious pleasure as he watched the two nobles work over the criminals that had hurt his brother. All of them were so focused on the carnage they almost forgot the presence of a certain consulting criminal.

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So his detective did have a cruel streak,hm? That was interesting, especially seeing as to how the other was on the side of the angels, protecting the ordinary with that brilliant mind of his. Jim smirked at that thought and moved to his Sherlock's side, placing a hand on the other's arm.

"Well, this is interesting. I didn't actually expect you to allow him to kill them. I mean you're on the side of the angels."

Those pale eyes he loved so much glanced in his direction for a moment , then a small dark smile crossed their owner's full lips.

"Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don't think for one second that I am one of them."(1)

The consulting criminal blinked at that response, noting the growling undertone in those words. Then his smirk widened into a seductive smile.

"No. I don't supposed you are, Sherlylocks. I don't suppose you are. You're in a category all of your own. I'll be seeing you."

He purred, and after placing a kiss to the back of Sherlock's large delicate hand, he disappeared with his men in tow. A pale blush crossed the detective's cheeks and he stared after the older man with a confused frown.

What the hell was that?

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Caderyn chuckled softly as he watched the byplay between the consulting criminal and his fledgling.

James Moriarty's infatuation with his son was almost palpable, even the DI and the doctor could see it, as could the other hostages. He noticed the as the mastermind spoke Sherlock leaned into his side almost subconciously and he smiled. It seemed like he'd be getting a new family member soon. The funniest part was, His little Lockie was in love and hadn't even noticed yet.

He turned to the decimated bodies behind him, watching as his mate drank her fill, released the final hostage then moved to his side.

"Poor Lockie. They hurt him so bad he won't even acknowledge his mate beyond being his rival." She commented quietly her accent thick showing how much that upset her. The vampire lord nodded in agreement.

"Indeed. Then there's that flatmate of his."

"His flatmate? Doctor Watson?"

"Yes. I don't like him. While I acknowledge that Lockie is a better person since his arrival, if the stories he's told me are true, I don't like how much he tries to dictate his life. He's his flatmate not his sire."

Lizzy nodded giggling to herself when Moriarty kissed her son's hand and left him standing there confused while he made his escape.

"Yes that is a bit of a problem. Well, no worries, love, they know of us know so there should be no reason for them to keep us away from him. Now are you calm enough to return to the group?"

"Yes. Lets get over there before the humans give our boy anymore trouble."

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The ride back to the police station was a very tense affair. None of those that had been inside the warehouse had spoken after they had exited it altough Mycroft could tell that both Dr. Watson and DI Lestrade had questions. He did as well in fact but he hid this fact better than they did instead choosing to observe the familiarity between Lord DeLaRose, Lady DeLaRose and his little brother as they spoke in hushed whispers in the seat across from him.

He noticed how every few moments Lady DeLaRose would run her hand through Sherlock's unruly curls as if he would disappear at any given moment. Sherlock sat on her right,pale eyes dull as if all the life in him had been drained away leaving him a vacant husk, and Lord Caderyn sat at her left with one arm around her waist possessively, long crimson hair fall over one shoulder like freshly released blood.

The quiet of the vehicle was disrupted as the latter's mobile went off.

"Matt." He greeted calmly, chuckling at the person at the end of the line.

"Of course he was. You know Lockie is always right."

's eyebrow flew up at the nickname as did DI Lestrade's.

"Yes, however there was a bit of a situation. Lockie saw two of them and after ordering their execution at my hands has retreated into his mind palace. It would be appreciated if you and Emma met us at the station."

The caller answered in the affirmative and the two explained a few more words before the call ended.

"Emma and Matt are gonna meet us?" Lady DeLaRose questioned and the noble grunted nodded, pulling Sherlock over his wife and into his lap.

The detective didn't so much as stir.

When they arrived at the police a young couple standing outside. The male was well over six feet tall with large chisled muscles and playful blue eyes. A wild mane of crimson hair played around his head falling to his broad shoulders. His girlfriend (or wife) was just the slightest bit shorter than Sherlock and bore warm hazel green eyes that stood out against her russet curls and carmel skin. The latter gased as she spotted them and rushed over, pulling Sherlock from Lord DeLaRose gingerly.

"Oh, Lockie." She breathed caressing his cheek. "Come now, little brother wake up. Who'll play with your darling playmate if you don't?"

Jealousy pooled in Mycroft's gut at her words and grew when his brother stirred in her arms. Those pale eyes that used to look at him in such admiration now gazed up at her in kind then their owner straightened. It was then that fear made itself known to Mycroft.

Maybe...Maybe he was losing his brother to these strangers.

TBC...

(1): Lol, this has to be one of my favorite Sherlock quotes.

A/N: So I've rewritten this chapter over and over and I've finally found one I like, although I don't really like the ending. :-( Anyways, R&R and tell me what you think.