Moriarty x Reader: Dancing with the devil...

Chapter 4 : Make a deal with god.

Moriarty x Reader: Dancing with the devil ~ Chapter 4

(YN) : your name (HC) : hair colour (EC): Eye colour (HL):Hair length (FC): Favourite Colour

Your POV

Your face was pressed against the cold-tiles of the bathroom floor. Weakly did your eyes open, soon you felt strong arms pick you up. Inhaling the scent of the person's cologne. It was familiar... But how?

Your eyes focused on the face of the person holding you.

"Hello there Little Kitty~" Your eyes widened in shock. You writhed in 'his' arms, hitting his shoulder repetitively with you hands and legs. You tried to scream but. Your voice wasn't there

"Shhh be quiet Kitten, wouldn't want to wake Sherly would we?" He smirked and pulled a vial out of his pocket. He opened it and tried to make you drink the green coloured elixir. You writhed and finally escaped his arms to be only pushed against the wall. His hand by your head, the other still held the vial. He drank the elixir and kissed you soon after. He forcibly put the elixir into your mouth, you were frozen but you were determined to move. His lips were harsh and rough against yours.

You accidently swallowed some of the elixir, your vision blurred. He pulled away from your lips and smirked. You saw him smirk as the world around you started to darken..

And you could've sworn you saw a pair of bat-like wings spurt from his back...

But then it ended.

You found yourself on your bedroom floor. You felt paranoia sizzle through you. You rose to your feet and instantly went searching. Searching the entire flat. Searching for him.

Moriarty...

Hands twitching harshly, your hands found themselves pressed against the wall. Your fingers dragged against the wall, your fingernails made flecks of the wallpaper and paint flick off.. Your fingers were red and raw. You fell to your knees and leaned against the wall with your heart pounding against your rib-cage with a hurtful ferocity that made your entire body ache. Looking down at the tattered carpet, not daring to look up. You heard the front door open, you rose your head up to see two dark looming figures. The taller figure approached first, the second smaller one followed with uncertainty. The tallest figure touched your shoulder and tried to pull you in their arms.

Fear filled you.. Your nightmare is now becoming reality. You writhed and yelled as the figure pulled you closer to them. You stopped when you breathed in this person's scent that was being strongly emitted.

The smell of nicotine and black coffee. A calming and nostalgic smell.

You looked at the figure more clearly "S-Sher?"

"Its okay.." His voice was soft

You remained quiet, meeting his eyes.

"What happened in here?" A voice belonging to John spoke out.

You were too shaken up to answer his questions. Sherlock just held you till you calmed down. You escaped his arms and rose to your feet with unstable movements like that of a newborn deer.

Sherlock rose to his own feet.

"Aren't you supposed t-to be at 'his' hearing t-today.." You asked, regaining your voice

"It's 6:30am. The hearing doesn't begin till 11." John spoke up once more.

Sherlock looked down at you with stern eyes. He turned to John for a second.

"John, please leave for a moment. I have to discuss something with (YN)."

John rose a brow and stood his ground, you turned to look at him "Do as he says, John."