It had been an extraordinarily plain and boring week at Baker Street. Sherlock was in a permanently restless state, John was near tears with boredom and I was considering hibernating until something interesting happened. We were all going insane. Sherlock's phone buzzed. We all sprinted towards it, Sherlock tripping over his own feet in excitement. He opened his phone and read the message.
"You gonna tell us then?" asked John.
"Hmm, what? Oh yes umm . . . a young man has been found in an alley, bled to death, well, bitten I suppose."
"I'm sorry? Bitten to death?" I exclaimed.
"Yes, bitten. In the neck and drained of practically all his blood. Vampiric. Neat!" Sherlock replied.
"How very on topic! A vampire running loose in London during the Halloween season. This is exciting!"
"Who's coming this time then, Zand?" inquired Sherlock.
"What? Oh, no, none of my friends. They're all on holiday."
"Ah, okay. Just us three then. Splendid!" he replied. "Come on then, Lestrade's already at the crime scene."
"The game, Father, IS ON!!" I squealed.
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The Crimson Woman
ActionA few days before Halloween, a man has been found in an alleyway with two puncture wounds in his neck. He had been drained of all his blood. Locals suspect a vampire but surely that can't be true, or can it? Sherlock, John and Zander try to hunt dow...
