Heavenly Holmes • Sherlock x Reader

2 • serenity

Y/N POV:
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I don't know how long I've been here or how I even got here.

This room...It's always dark, and numbingly cold for some reason. Cold and walls like paper. I can hear screaming every so often. Perfectly clear.

And It's always the same person screaming. The man, followed by a flood of morbid language and things being thrown around.

I've dwindled incredibly thin, I can't trust any of the food they give me through the small opening near the door.

This is Hell after all, right?

"Darling, you must let me in!" The screaming man from outside my door yells, banging on the door once more.

This has become routine for me. The tantrums and then telling me to open the door.

I never do. I'm scared.

But I know one day he will open that door, and when he does...

I don't know what will happen.

"My darling, my love! Let me in!" He screams, and the banging gets louder.

I'm already dead. There is nothing he can do to me, that will change me.

I rise to me feet with wobbly legs, and stumble step by step until I reach the door. I use my trembling hand to pull off the lock, and instantly the loud bangs of knocking stops abruptly.

My heart drops as the door is slowly opened.

He smiles faintly, instantly taking my hands in his, holding them so tightly that bruises are bound to form on my boney wrists.

"My love..." He whispers endlessly, removing his cold hands and grabbing my waist tightly.

My throat goes dry as he moves his icy lips to the pale skin on my neck, it's not tender, but frighteningly passionate. His eyes are still gazing upon me as his bites down, a twisted gleam in those bright orbs of his.

My body tenses and I try to move but I can't. I'm still as stone as his pale face pulls away, blood visible on the cracked edges of his lips where the crease of a small smile is visible.

He gazes at me as I bring a hand to the side of my stinging neck, feeling droplets of hot blood, wincing at the small exposed scratches he inflicted with his teeth.

"Oh, Serenity...darling, my love why did you make wait...so fucking long?" He pants heavily, running his fingers through my hair.

My breath hitches.

"I'm n-not Serenity."

He chuckles lightly and pulls out a handerchief from the inner waistcoat pocket of his velvet suit and begins to dab the bloody area on my neck gently:

"I'm sorry, Serenity...I kissed your neck a bit too hard it seems..."

"You are d-delusional. I'm not...S-Serenity." I push him away.

His soft expression hardens and he shuts his eyes, clenching his jaw.

"You just," he sighs shakily, attempting to control his temper. "...you love to break me, don't you? Tricky, tricky girl.."

I swallow and back away the more he steps closer to me, his shoulders sharp and eyes like piercing darts through my condensed soul.

My back hits a wall of cold stones, and a faint frown on his lips:

"My darling, do not be afraid...I would never hurt you..."

I shake my head, confused, scared and fucking exhausted. I just wanted to rest in peace, this freak was scaring the hell out of me.

"Why are you afraid, Serenity...?"

"Please...just leave me alone...please, you've got the wrong girl, I'm n-not Serenity!" My knees give in and I collapse on the ground.

He crouches down next to me, expressionlessly staring at me. I watch him quietly, about to burst any second. His head lowers slowly, soon buried into his hands he sobs quietly.

And so, his screaming starts again.

It's loud. Painful. Agonizing. And right next to me. I can't bear this any longer, and uncontrollable tears begin to flood down my face as I go into a state of panic, staring at the darkness around us trying spot a way out.

His hands move from his face as he screams, and he tugs at his dark hair, as I cover my ears and shut my eyes.

I try to scoot away and escape from his tantrum, but he grabs a tight hold of my leg and drags me down, quickly pinning my shoulders to the rusty flooring. He looks down at me with his messy dark hair and deadly blood-shot-blue eyes, as I stare up at him, choking my sobs and vigorously trying to ecape his grip as I scream for help.

"Sh...sh...it's okay, it's okay, darling...I didn't mean to scream, I promise...everything's gonna be just fine...shhh.." He sloppily moves strands of my hair from my face, and holds me tightly in his arms, panting.

I scream and try to kick out of his arms but soon become exhausted. My eyelids become heavy, and I find my breathing pattern suddenly calm down:

"Who are you..?" Is all I can manage to breath out as he presses me against his firm chest.

"Klaus," I squirm slighty in his embrace, and he tightens it. "Klaus Holmes."

My heart almost stops at the name, and I pause for a few moments, wanting it to just be a coincidence.

"What do you want with me..."

He lowers his head so our faces are centimeters away, and smiles, still panting slightly, his voice soft:

"I'm trying to help you get to heaven, Serenity."

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