Chasing the tesseract

Chapter 58

"Oops did I say too much?"

Moriarty stands a few feet from me and Sherlock, his eyes locked onto mine as his smirk grows into a devilish grin that sends shivers down my spine. The rain that gently showered down upon us before now bounces off the ground around me, splashing from the ground onto my bare legs. A cold breeze whips against my skin, causing the hairs on my arm to stand up as I hug my jacket tighter around my body.

"Marcel." I whisper to myself, the name posing some meaning to me even though it seems so unfamiliar. Closing my eyes against the dull pain that begins in the back of my skull, I jam the palm of my hand against the bridge of my nose and begin to focus. After moments of unsuccessfully scanning my mind for some man named Marcel, I shake off the headache that grows strong in my temples. "I don't know any Marcel." I grunt at Moriarty who just chuckles, his eyes widening when they land upon the shadows behind me.

"Oh you don't know who I am but I know who you are." shouts a voice from deep writhin the shadows. Spinning on my heel, I turn to face the shadows, my eyes just about making out the outline of a small figure. Sherlocks hand flies in front of me, his body stepping protectively in front of me for the second time this evening. "It's lovely to finally meet you Abi." announces the figure as he steps out of the shadows, carefully edging into the moonlight until I can make out his face. The rather petit man pulls his hands from within his suit pockets, holding them out to the side before flashing me a devilish grin. A involuntary gasp comes from within me as his lips curl back to reveal two shark fangs hidden within his mouth.

Before anyone can react, he lunged forwards, his hands curling around my waist and neck. Pulling my head to the side, Marcel exposes my neck to his fangs as he lunged forwards. Just as he does, small orange sparks form in the centre of the roof, distracting Marcel from the vein that sits visibly on my neck. As the glowing orange circle grows wider, Stephen steps from inside it."Sorry I'm late. Woah." He comes to a sudden halt, the portal behind him fading away almost as soon as his eyes land upon Marcel and me. "who's the vampire?"

"Stephen, you need to leave." I grunt, swallowing hard as a growl comes deep from within Marcels throat, his fangs growing even sharper. The veins that cover his cheeks pulse deep within his skin, the hunger in his eyes growing as his eyes land upon Stephen who's eyes flicker back and forth between me and Marcels fangs.

"I know but-"

"Go. back. downstairs." I demand firmly moving my wrist just enough that I'm able to form a portal behind Stephen, the blue magic flowing brightly around him. Shaking his head, Stephen flicks his own wrist, dismissing the portal and stepping even closer to me, resulting in another grow from Marcel, his chest vibrating against my back.

"You're in danger Abi." Stephen warns me pointlessly. Opening my mouth to say something, I take a deep intake of oxygen and blink a few times, no words leaving my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Marcel's fangs grow longer, the sharp white teeth glistening in the moonlight above us as they hover inches from the main artery in my neck.

"You don't say so." hisses Sherlock, giving Stephen the witty response that I was unable to give him. Rolling his eyes, Stephen turns back to me, hesitantly stepping even closer to me and consequently causing Marcel's grip to tighten on me.

"Look I know why you're doing this," Stephen mumbles, his eyes locked upon Marcel who growls hungrily at him. Halting in his place, Stephen holds his hand up in surrender, nodding gently at Marcel. "But this isn't going to bring her back." Stephen promises as Marcel's grip on my body slackens, his fangs retracting slightly and the veins under his eyes becoming less visible.

"He took everything from me," argues Marcel, his voice breaking as his jaw locks tightly, the muscles in his face visible. Taking a deep shaky breath, I shuffle my foot further away from Marcel, my eyes fixed upon Stephen who stands opposite me, his eyes fixed upon Marcel even as he watches my movements. "He needs to know this pain."

"I know," Stephen assures Marcel as I close my eyes, my body ready to move when Stephen tells me it's safe to. "Losing someone you love is painful, destructive, and..." Stephen's voice trails off, his eyes fixed upon a small crack in the rooftop as I slowly open my eyes, instantly finding him. "It feels like it's never gonna get better and no matter how much people tell you it will, you know it won't." Glancing up at me, Stephen's eyes meet mine as my own begin to sting, tears pricking at the edges. Opening my mouth to say something, I step slightly forwards, quickly deciding not to as I see Marcel's head whip around, his eyes fixing upon mine. "Taking Abi's life isn't going to make any of the guilt you feel about your friend's death. Believe me, trying to blame someone else will only make you hate yourself even more."

Sniffing in, I wipe at my eyes, drying the tears that have managed to break free from my eyes, falling onto my now damp cheeks. I never knew Stephen felt like that. All this time, I've been so caught in myself that I didn't even realize the pain I was putting him through. Putting both of us through. Opening my eyes again and glancing over at Stephen, I watch as he nods in signal for me to move, my feet traveling quickly to Sherlock's side as he grabs me, pulling me close behind him.

"No." demands Marcel, his head whipping up and towards me. "He has to pay." Growling, Marcel begins moving towards me, Sherlock stepping between us protectively. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I focus on my core, allowing my power to flow through my body, circulating within my blood before it comes flying from my fingertips and sending Marcel flying backwards into the wall.

"Who has to pay?" I grunt, Sherlock staring at me, his mouth hanging slightly ajar and his eyes wide whilst Stephen smirks proudly. Pulling himself up off the ground, Marcel grunts loudly before reaching for his jaw, rubbing it and laughing at me.

"El-" Before he can finish a blade slices through his chest, the tip of it stained with his blood as he groans in pain. Eyes widening, I gasp, bike riding in my throat as my hand flies to my mouth. The blade retracts, Marcels limo body falling to the floor to reveal a male stood behind him, dark hair falling into his even darker eyes.

"That's going to be sore tomorrow." Chuckles the man, staring down at Marcels bleeding body before turning to look at me with a smile. Between this, Marcel's dead body at his feet and the blade in his hand, this man looks like a bit, no, a huge psychopath.

"Who are you?" I grunt, swallowing hard as Sherlock's hand flies instinctively to mine, his warm skin colliding with mine. Looking down at his hand upon mine, Sherlock blushes slightly before beginning to remove it. Hear rises in my cheeks as I grab his hand, squeezing it tightly and smiling up at him. Even though he's probably the one who needs protecting I like that he's been the gentleman.

"Ouch. Do you really not recognise your own brother?"