Crimson (Vamplock Fanfic)

Chapter 1

All I remembered was darkness.

Like the comforting arms of a mother with her child, it engulfed me as I fell deeper into its grasp.

That's all I saw was darkness. And pain.

The pain. No words could explain the pain I felt when that bullet went straight through my shoulder. Like a thousand stinging bees made of fire left a clean hole in my body. I was overcome with a feeling of anger yet helplessness. I was helpless for myself; I am, or was, an army doctor. I was supposed to heal the sick and care for the injured, but what happens when the healer is the one that needs to be healed? But I was also angry because I was supposed to be the one to do the healing and not letting someone else heal me. I was supposed to save lives. But all that changed when my own life was on the line.

After I healed, I was discharged with honors and left to defend for myself in the city of London with a hole in my shoulder, a psychosomatic limp, and little to no money in my pocket. I was truly left alone. I was always entertaining the fact of whether or not if people would miss me if I just ended it all. I was tired of living, there was no reason for me to continue on.

Before I would put the gun to my head, I decided to get a feel for the city one more time before I left this world.

I hobbled down the streets of London as I made my way to the park, not knowing that my life would turn for the better. From there I met up with an old army buddy, Mike Stamford, who told me of a rather strange fellow who was looking for a flatmate to split the rent.

We met up with him at St. Bart's hospital as he appeared to be what Mike said he was. He was rather strange as he deduced my whole life in no time flat and suddenly brought up the subject at hand of looking for a flatmate.

"Is that it?" I asked.

"Is that what?" The stranger responded, turning on his heel back to me before he could leave.

"We've only just met, and we're going to go look at a flat?"

"Problem?"

"We don't know a thing about each other; I don't know where we're meeting; I don't even know your name."

"I know you're an Army doctor and you've been invalided home from Afghanistan. I know you've got a brother who's worried about you but you won't go to him for help because you don't approve of him - possibly because he's an alcoholic; more likely because he recently walked out on his wife. And I know that your therapist thinks your limp's psychosomatic - quite correctly, I'm afraid. That's enough to be going on with, don't you think?" He turns back to the door and was almost about to leave before sticking his head back in the room.

"The name's Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221B Baker Street."

As he winked, a glare of another color than blue came into view over his eye; almost a crimson color.

I retreated a bit as he left and left me in an astounded state of disbelief, looking to Mike as he was already smiling, knowing of this strangers unusual ways.

But something else was different about him, something that was almost...evil. Something like that never sat right with me. And I wasn't about to let it change what I thought about him. But something was definitely different.

Hey guys! This is a little vampirelock fanfic I'll be doing for a while, nothing too terribly long or anything, a couple chapters here and there is all. Hope ya'll enjoy! And sorry for the short chapter....

Thanks again for reading!

Big smooch from your bad ass freelancer agent Tex!

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