"Want to tell me what's going on then?" John asked Sherlock as they entered their flat.
"I need silence John. I'm trying to think." Sherlock grumbled as he flopped onto the sofa. John just stared at Sherlock. The doctor was trying to be patient, he really was, but Sherlock was just making him so angry lately. Sherlock noticed the change in John's blood and sighed, "John, leave the room. You are distracting me." He said coldly.
"Excuse me?" That's it. That was the last straw, he tried to keep his cool, but Sherlock just had a way of pushing John. He couldn't believe the man, normally this wouldn't bother John. It has happened before, but this case was different. It was a threat towards him, not Sherlock.
"For God sakes John, you know how much I hate repeating myself!" Sherlock yelled dramatically.
"Are you seriously just going to…?" John groaned, "I should know what the hell is going on Sherlock! This man is clearly dangerous and is threatening you through me! I am willingly dropping the subject of your weird behavior for the case! So at least fill me in on what's going on! I am used to being kept in the dark but not this time Sherlock. I will not allow it when it's my life on the line!" John's blood was raging, and it was becoming difficult for Sherlock not to attack the man. He just didn't understand. Sherlock needed John to go away so he could figure out a plan to stop Victor.
"You know everything already, John. So, I don't know why you insist that I repeat the obvious to you. You are smarter than that, really." Sherlock huffed.
"How do I know everything Sherlock? You never got to tell me what you found in the house! If you remember, I saved your arse from being crushed." John was standing firmly in front of the coffee table now. Glaring at Sherlock as the man lounged on the sofa. He was too close for Sherlock's comfort.
"I didn't ask you to save me John. I would have been perfectly fine," Sherlock rolled his eyes and curled himself in a ball and turned away from the doctor.
"You never ask me to save you. I just do it! I always have! You act as though this is new! What the hell is going on with you lately? You are being even more insufferable than usual." John groaned and pitched the bridge of his nose. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm down. If he wasn't careful, he would get so angry he would walk out or worse, harm Sherlock.
"I thought you were going to drop the subject of my behavior?" Sherlock mumbled into the back of the sofa.
"Yeah, well I lied. It's annoying, isn't it?" John said tensely, removing his hand from his face and opening his eyes. "You always are so closed off and I get it. You're a sociopath and don't know how to express feelings or understand them for that matter. I am trying to be patient with you. I really am. I just…I can't be expected to not question you when you are acting like this. You haven't been yourself since you got back, and you haven't told me what happened. For Christ sakes you called me that night sounding on the verge of death!" John ranted, causing Sherlock to become tense again. John's blood was roaring with anger and buzzing with concern. It was very distracting. Sherlock abruptly rolled over and sat up to face John. He glared at him.
"What happened to me that night was already disclosed to you by Mycroft. I was drugged. I just wasn't aware of it." Sherlock stood and walked towards the kitchen.
"That's a load of shit Sherlock! I'm not stupid, you would know if you were drugged! What really happened? Why won't you tell me?" John yelled as he walked towards Sherlock. His back was to the doctor, he was trying to avoid an incident. John was glaring at Sherlock's back when it dawned on him, "You…you weren't…?" John trailed off implying that Sherlock was possibly sexually assaulted.
"Of course not!" Sherlock turned on his heels and glared at John, "I told you what happened, and you didn't believe me. So just go with Mycroft's explanation instead." Sherlock's voice was low, almost sounding like a threat.
"You expect me to believe that…that you're a vampire?" John chuckled bitterly. Sherlock must think John has the mind of a child to buy something so ridiculous.
"I honestly don't care what you believe John. I just want you to leave me alone," Sherlock glared, turned on his heels again, and walked to his room slamming the door.
"Sherlock you can't just…hide in your room!" John yelled and made his way down the hall.
"I said leave me alone," Sherlock ordered.
"Fine, good luck with the bloody case then!" John shouted and went to his own room.
Sherlock could hear John's retreat and sighed in relief. It was becoming difficult for him now. It took every ounce of control for him not to attack John. He was amazed he didn't. He had to retreat to his room to collect himself. He needed to feed. It was starting to become a daily thing. Mycroft implied that he could go days without feeding, but with the temptation of John's blood. Feeding was hard to ignore.
Sherlock had to drink three pints before he felt evening remotely satisfied. He stopped after the third pint realizing his supply was running low. He had just four pints left. This meant he would have to contact his brother, great.
John arrived home from the clinic just wanting to make tea. He wasn't sure if Sherlock was home. It had been two days since their last fight and Sherlock had been working on the case alone. John wanted to be involved, of course he did, but if Sherlock was going to keep him in the dark. It was safer for him to just get out of the detective's way. Even if it bothered him.
He was just putting on the kettle when Sherlock busted into the flat. He didn't even glance at John as he rushed to his room. John stared at him confused but shook his head. Whatever he was up to was none of his concern. John set to make his tea when he heard a loud crash coming from Sherlock's room. Followed by Sherlock screaming in frustration.
"John!" Sherlock roared and was in the kitchen before John knew it. "When did you leave this morning?" He growled out.
"Uh…uh half past eight, why?" John asked nervously. Sherlock had a murderous look on his face.
"When did you arrive home?" He demanded.
"Just ten minutes ago. What's going on?" John blinked. Sherlock huffed and returned to his room. "Sherlock?" John followed the man, forgetting about his freshly made tea.
The door to the man's room was open, just a crack. John pushed it open, not bothering to let Sherlock know he was there. The room looked normal, aside from the fact that Sherlock was on his knees in front of his mini fridge with his head in his hands and there were papers everywhere along with four empty bags of blood. John bent down and picked up a random piece of paper.
Ready to say pirate?
-VT
"Sherlock, what's going on?" John asked again, looking from the paper to the man on the floor.
"I found him. I had him, he was within reach and then he just ... stopped and knocked me out. I thought he just wanted to keep me out of the way for a while. I never expected him to come here. To…take what I need. I had enough until the next supply. I had plenty but that monster just…" Sherlock trailed off. He forgot he was talking to John for a moment. "He's trying to…break me. Control me again." He growled.
"What are you going on about? What did he take?" John asked, confused. He stayed by the door, not sure if he should approach the detective. There was silence between them for a long time. John was starting to think Sherlock wasn't going to respond.
"Nothing…nothing important. Just my supplies for my experiment," Sherlock mumbled and stood up.
"Right, you got all upset because Victor stole your experiment's supplies. I completely believe that." John said sarcastically.
"Like I said before, I don't care what you believe," Sherlock said coldly. He turned around, walking out of his room and brushing past John. He was out of the flat before John could say anything.
"Bastard," He mumbled. John dropped the note on Sherlock's floor and returned to the kitchen.