The Wolf, the Bat and the puppy.

"They're hurt, Sherlock!"

Angst in this but the rest of the book is needed to go from said angst. That being said theres only about 1 or 2 chapters after this depending on how I streach it out.

~John's pov~
Sherlock and I have been dating for a few weeks now. It's been about a month since we kissed that night. Sherlock seemed to avoid mentioning that night for a few weeks until I finaly plucked up the courage to ask him out. Yet, even now he doesn't talk about it and I feel insecure like he doesn't love me and is dating me out of pity. Yet I daren't ask incase that is the case and I loose him forever.  I know it seems toxic but I can't loose him again. But its killing me inside. I decide to ask him about it tonight after our date. Hes taking me to Angelo's for the seccond time just to rub it in my face that this time I realy am his date.

"So," Sherlock started, twiddling his food- that I know full well he isn't going to eat- around his fork.  "Why didnt you tell me you liked guys?"

I was taken aback by this. His eyes gleemed at me in a devilishly charming way. They're pupils were wide and fully rimmed with purple. My colour. My sherlock. I grin.

"I didnt know myself. Or I guess I did suspect but I was never allowed to test if I was correct."

His beautiful eyes furrow and they began to rim in blue.

"Homophobic parents." I added, knowing what he was going to ask. "They kicked out Harry when she brought Clara home to meet them. They thought she was infected or something. I knew if I came out I would have been kicked out too and i guess that fear always stuck. Thats why I always said I wasn't gay and why I never realy told anybody I like guys. Infact your the first boyfriend I've ever realy had. And my longest male crush so wahoo!"

He chuckles at the last part, his deep voice ringing through my brain and warming my heart. My tail almost pops out and wags like crazy. I love him so much.

"How long have you had a crush on me then?" He enquires, placing his forknon the table and resting his elbows so his face is infront of mine.
My face glows red.

"S-since you first told me your name." His face lights up. His iris's explode in waves of rainbow. I can tell he's trying to comprehend and to not burts with joy at the same time. He is adorable when he can't handle love. He must have been starved of it most of his life.

Once we finish, I pay for our meal (after a half hours debate over who will pay) and we decide to walk home. We dont usually walk back to bakerstreet but it's only a few minuets away and Sherlock insists I tell him about the stars. I linknhis arm in mine and we walk through the streets of london, stareing at the sky and laughing at the passers by.

Two drunken men ran past us, one chacing the other yelling "the lamp post is following you" and the other screaming for his life. We both burst into laughter and turned down an ally by mistake.

Once out laughter fades, I hear a small whine coming from down the ally. I recognist this as a cry of pain and rush over to help but sherlock holds me back with an iron grasp. His eyes flickered orange;a colour I've know to associate with panic and danger. I try to wriggle out of his grasp but he just pulls me closer to him and glares towards the source of the noise.

~sherlocks pov~
I hear a noise, a growl, as we turn down an alley which reaks of drug addicts and alcoholics. This is where i feed most when I first came to london, before I found my bearings and a renewable source of blood. I know the smells of this part of london and I know all the sounds but the growl I heared was not a sound I was familiar with. John moved towards it so I panic and grab onto him. I stare into the darkness, trying to deduce the cause with my heightened senses. John tries to wriggle free but I grip on harder, not letting him get hurt.

"Sherlock!" John yells, trying to break my focus.  He yells my name again and again and I block him out, trying to figure out the sound.

"SHERLOCK!" with this yell John slaps me to pull my atterntion away. I look at him to see him glaring at me. "Let. Me. Go." His eyes are like stone. He glares at me as I stand in shock at his sudden order. Can't he tell im trying ti save him?

"LET. ME. GO!"
"NO! ITS DANGEROUS!"
"THEY'RE HURT, SHERLOCK!"
At this final scream, John's eyes burn amber and his pupils warp into amimal like diamonds. He almost growls at me and I release him. He sprints wolf-like down the alley into the darkness and leaves me dumfound.

John definately isn't human.

~John's pov~
Doctor mode immediately kicks in. I can't get the best look with the poor lighting from the street lamps so I attempt to make conversation and find the creature which made the noise. They growl, telling me where abouts they are and I rush by their side. They are a small ginger lycan pup (about 4 or 5ft- where as most lycand are about 9 or 10ft long) with dark brown tufts. It was clear this was only their first or seccond transformation. I pull my hand to their wounded paw for them only to snarl at me. I bark back to assert dominance and they whimper. Only then do I notice sherlock behind me, snarling at the pup. His eyes are solid crimson and in his mouth hang two ivory fangs.

He was a vampire! How could i have not noticed!

But now is not the time to worry about my flatmates diatry needs.
"Dont worry about him." I turn to see the pup frightened. "He wont hurt you while I'm here. My name's John Watson." I see their ears prick up at my surname. Good to know that despite their age they know who to trust. "Let me see that paw, please." I streach out my hand and they place their paw on my palm, earning themselves a small shriek of dissaproval from the vampire behind me. I glare at sherlock momentarily, ensuring my eyes glow, and he soon backs down. I analyse the pups paw and decide that it's infected and to heal well must be cleansed properly with the kit I have at home.
"Can you turn back and walk?"
The pup hesitates and nodds. They then retract from my grasp and shrink back into a human.

One perk about being a lycan, your clothes dont shred like they do when you are a werewolf. But unfortunately, you still have to remove them when turning into your animal form do you dont loose circulation.

Once they were fully tranformed, I practicalt ragged sherlocks coat off him to cover the young child before me whilst I grabbed their clothes -which were conveniently placed behind a neer by bin. The child (only about 5 or 6 with a mop of short yet unruly chestnut hair and blue eyes like mine)shrugged on their clothes, I aided to the best of my ability, and I picked them up to escort them to the flat, explaining what would happen every step of the way. We were closely tailed by a snarling Sherlock.

"I forgot to ask, what's your name?"
"Hamish." The small child shuddered.