-----Willow POV-------
There I go, following my instinct. Following the similar mind to my own. But yet, he could blend in with other movement. Like he was invisible to the rest of the world. All around me there are people stampeding, yet everything is silent. I ignore everyone. Everything. Like it's all a dream, none of it is real.
-----John POV---------
She just left. Got up and left without saying a word. I'm utterly shocked.
Sherlock stumbles out of his room and comes into the living room. He looks tired, more tired than other times. He looks around, searching for something. He turns back to me and speaks up.
"Where's Willow? I need her for a case."
I shrug and respond with something simple.
"She left, left without saying anything. I think something is going on with her." I look at Sherlock. He has his usual thinking, confused look on that face of his. He turns toward the stairs and throws on his coat, quickly pulling his scarf after.
"What are doing?" I ask still sitting.
"Going after her." He says in a deep tone right before he exits the room and rushes down the stairs.
"Sherlock!" I yell after him, but get no response. I run after him while struggling to put on my jumper.
I soon catch up to him.
"Sherlock, we don't even know where she is!" I shout. Sherlock keeps walking, looking straight ahead, but converses with me.
"How did she act this morning?" He asks.
"I don't know, just kinda out of it..." I shrug. Sherlock stops me and looks at me coldly.
"How did she act!? Everything! The way she looked, the way she spoke, the way she reacted! Everything, John!" He whispers stern and cold. "That might give us an answer to where she is!"
-----Willow POV-------
The man enters a brick building. I follow, unaware to everything. Even my own thoughts. Why did I decide to follow this stranger? He turns a corner and goes down some stairs. It gets darker the farther you go down, then there's walls on both sides of the steps. I follow,but half way I'm about to turn around and run. He turns around. I freeze.
"Just can't have enough of me can you, Willow?" He smiles in the darkness, light flashes on only half of his face.
What did I do?! Why?! No, no. Why am I so stupid?! What in the world came over me?!
I can't move. Fear takes over and I stay in my frozen position.
He walks toward me holding out his hand toward my face. My eyes widen and my is just screaming at me.
He takes my hair and twirls it within the grasp of his fingers.
"Now can you tell me one thing... Why were you following me?" He asks darkly. I don't say anything. I can't say anything.
He pulls his face closer to mine, then his voice tickles my ear.
"Don't worry, I don't bite." He says blankly. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. He pushes my against the wall roughly.
"But if you don't talk, I may have to nip at you." He growls slightly. I'm absolutely terrified. I used to be better than this!
I still cannot speak. He moves his face closer to mine.
Soon his lips smash into mine and I am utterly disgusted and horrified.
His kiss is different then Sherlock's. Sherlock's kiss is softer, more gentle, not demanding like his.
While I'm struggling from his lips a woman appears. She sees us and clears her throat. He doesn't move.
"Moriarty sir, a client is waiting for you." She says with a straight posture. He pulls away with an annoyed look. His deep brown eyes glaring at the business woman. He walks past her, with a glare, and disappears.
Her blank expression changes suddenly to worry. She rushes to me.
"Oh my god, oh my god, are you okay?!" She asks frantically, as I slide to my knees. I nod weakly and look up at her, taking in her appearance. She had straight, short blonde hair. She had a navy blue business suit on.
"I'm Chara, nice to meet you..." She drains her voice waiting for a response.
"Willow." I response looking down. I start getting up. "Okay I have to go." I say. Chara helps me up and hand me a card.
I look down at it confused. She points at it.
"That's my number, call me when you need to." Then she leaves and so do I.
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Heh there you go guys, I guess you'll have to wait now. I promise I won't be long.. I'm working on the next chapter right after this one. I'm getting a little excited writing this story.
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Him, Sherlock Holmes
FanfictionIn "Him, Sherlock Holmes" a girl named Willow meets the famous consulting detective who lives in 221b Baker Street. John invited her to live with them after an unexpected trauma . One case has come up and may involve a serious problem. Testing weakn...
