Folly on a Vendetta
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Summary: And that is when John appears, coming to his rescue like a pale-skinned knight.
Rating: T
AU for obvious reasons
Disclaimer: Characters and Sherlock do not belong to me, but to Moffat, Sir A.C. Doyle and all associated thus. I am responsible for creating the alternate universe, the OCs, and the storyline only. Please do not take and use or post elsewhere without my permission.

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John does not show up that night, and so Sherlock decides enough is enough, and he isn't going to get his hopes up. That thought in mind, the detective goes about his mission. Mainly, getting rid of the menace that is Prophecy.

He finds Prophecy, of course. In the middle of dinner. Prophecy's. A part of Sherlock is incredibly satisfied to interrupt the vampire's dining on... some middle-aged man that had eaten far too much.

Prophecy doesn't look very happy to see him. (Not that he's expected otherwise, but maybe... No.)

"Sherlock Holmes, infamous psychopath," the dark-skinned vampire drawls as the fat man drops to the floor. "I should have known biting you wouldn't be enough to deter you."

Part of Sherlock must be masochistic, because he can't help but point out, "Actually, it encouraged me. I like holding grudges."

Prophecy only grins at that, and suddenly he is before Sherlock, fingers wrapping around his throat. "Oh well. This time, I'll kill you quickly," he declares, fingers tightening.

For one single, horrible moment, Sherlock can only think of the pain. It's sharp and bitter and metallic, nearly overwhelming in its capacity to destroy his very mind. A pure sensation, almost akin to the creation of life or screaming alone in the forest. (there's no one there to hear him, too)

Then follows a sense of pessimistic irony. Perhaps I should have brought backup this time. But he's never had anyone who would be willing. Never in his life, except the one time John had been there.

John. Funny time to think of a passing acquaintance, when you're losing your life.

And that is when John appears, coming to his rescue like a pale-skinned knight, only he bites people. He breaks Prophecy's grip in only a moment and throws the other vampire clear across the room.

Sherlock doesn't remember hitting the floor.

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Erm, I edited the previous drabble after discovering I'd switched tenses. Whoops. Anyway, some minor rewording in that, nothing special, but please reread. ^^

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