Crimson (Vamplock Fanfic)

Chapter 7

Sherlock

We stood at the edge of the town, or which was the beginning to the never ending forest that surrounded it.

I felt a stout hand slip into mine and grip it tight.

"Sherlock, I don't know how I should feel about this." John asked, looking up to me with kindest face of worry and anxiousness. I smirked, feeling my fangs descend at the scent of a potential kill no more than a couple miles ahead of us.

"There's nothing to worry about John, I'm fully capable of hunting for myself. I've been doing it literally for almost hundreds of years, I think I can handle one little hunting trip." I looked to the wide opening of the dense forest, the trees old and covered with stories of their predecessors.

I tugged a little harder on his hand, pulling him to the forest as he pulled my hand back.

"Are you coming with me or not?" I asked, seeing that face of was once worry turn to uncertainty. He took his hand back from mine then stepped away from me.

"I think I'll sit out on this one Sherlock, I don't want-"

"Hey, listen to me. I wouldn't dream in a million years to hurt you, you are too special to me." I took his hand into mine again and kissed his palm, his cheeks burning bright pink.

"And don't you want to see what I do? I think it's pretty amazing." I boasted. He snickered.

"Alright Mr. Know-it-all, show me what you are capable of." John set his hands to his hips as I gladly took one of them and led him into the thick of the trees.

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"Sherlock, I can't keep up! You need to slow down!" John yelled from behind me as I was quite literally dragging him through the trees and boulders. Low-hanging branches whizzed past our faces as we jumped over and slid under fallen trees. I picked him up and swung him around my body, hauling him onto my back while he wrapped his arms around my neck and legs around my waist, holding on for dear life and watching the untamed world around us pass by.

"Is this good enough?" I asked over the whirring wind. Feeling the blush creep up on his cheeks, he kisses me along my jawline as I smile while he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck. "Much better." He muttered.

After running for what seemed like hours, I stopped in a patch of nothingness. Nothing grew from trees to even the tiniest of weeds or flowers. I let John climb off my back, seeing him step back to the tree line of the empty patch. I watched and listened, hearing everything around me and seeing most with the scent of my surroundings. My ears perked up, hearing the perfect hunt just right outside of the empty patch.

John

I watched as Sherlock removed his suit jacket, gently handing over the article of clothing to me as he also removed his shirt and handed that over to me as well. I gave him a quite questionable look as all he did was smirk.

"We don't want a repeat of yesterday now do we? Washing the blood out of this cloth is quite annoying." He winked, a hint of his fangs peeking out from under his curled lips. I felt a blush creep up on my cheeks as I turned away, folding his jacket and shirt and placing them next to me on a fallen tree trunk.

As he stretched his arms to the sky, newly healed scratches and scars riddled his back and upper waist, rippling with the muscles that moved beneath his pale milky skin. I blushed harder.

I watched as his ears perked up while his attention was drawn back to the treeline. He gave a threatening smile, fangs elongating and brushing against his cherry red lips, licking them intently and licking his fangs as well.

In the blink of an eye, he was gone. Running like the speed of light through the trees, seeing him only for a brief second before he was completely out of my sight.

Minutes passing turned into hours as nightfall began closing in, enveloping me in the darkness as I started getting uncertain if he was going to come back tonight.

As I felt my eyes start to drift off into a light sleep, Sherlock came stumbling out of the woods, mouth dripping with blood and hands caked in it as well. Images of last night flashed through my head, remembering the horrid picture that he left me with. I stood back up, leaving the jacket and shirt behind me while I came closer to him, his chest heaving and dripping with a mix of sweat and blood. His pupils blown wide with adrenaline and fear.

I look to his right, seeing a carcass he carried back with him, throwing it out in front of me with a deep grunt. Horrified, I gazed back up to his eye level as he was still breathing hard.

I knew it wasn't Sherlock from the moment I saw him come in from the treeline. It was a monster that was something different even from the most epic proportions. It wasn't the monster I've come to fall in love with, nor was it the estranged monster I met for the first time at St. Bart's.

This was a real monster. A monster of epic proportions that even I couldn't recognize as the man I loved. Eyes glowing red and pulsating with energy. I reached out to him, hands trembling as I stepped closer, hearing a deep growl in his throat when I came closer to him.

"Sherlock, it's me. It's John, remember?" I cooed, attempting to coax him out of his angered state. I held my hand out farther, trying to reach for his bloodied one balled into a fist at his side. "Sherlock, please, it's okay. Listen to the sound of my voice and only my voice. You are not what you think you are, you are Sherlock Holmes; detective and a stubborn sociopath, not a blood-sucking monster." I grabbed his hand, his breath hitching in his throat with adrenaline fueling it as well. I splayed my fingers out across the palm of his hand as he wanted to pull away but I held on to his wrist for dear life.

His eyes went from crimson red to their usual beautiful color of bright blue. Sherlock's steps faltered as I caught him by his bare shoulders and held him in place.

"John?" He groaned, looking me back in the eye as his look of anger was overtaken by a look of sadness and regret of what he's just done. I pursed my lips, bringing him back to a standing position as we tried to find our way out of the woods. Sherlock pulled back, waving his hands in desperation to go back, muttering something about how he wanted his hunt.

"I'm sorry Sherlock, but we have to get you back to the room. Forget the hunt, we need to go." I put an arm around him as he slung an arm around me, struggling to maintain balance between the two of us as we walked out of the forest.