The Devil's Angel // Sheriarty AU

• Chapter 3 •

New.

Never in my life did I think I'd be sitting down on my sofa in the living room, having a civilised conversation with a person that somehow broke into my house, knows everything there is to know about me, and having a steaming mug of tea.

Life without Seb really has turned my life upside down.

The man called 'Sherlock Holmes' sits across from me in my black, leather chair, taking small sips from his mug of tea and looking around my apartment, probably familiarising himself with it.

The silence between us is, in my opinion, extremely awkward. He looks like he's at home chilling with a cup of tea and I'm just there, unable to drink from my cup as this whole situation is just plain ridiculous, and staring at the Strange man sitting in my black leather chair.

"So... Why are you here exactly? You didn't really get chance to tell me, since you did have a gun in your face. What do you expect, you broke into my home and I don't even know you apart from your name and...I made you tea! What the hell?" I ramble to myself, making Sherlock stare at me in confusion like I'm speaking some foreign language.

I stop in my ramblings when I notice his confusion.

"What? What are you looking at?" I ask, a slightly annoyed tone to my voice as this whole situation is completely and utterly stupid.

"You."

"Yeah, I can see that! But why?"

"You're very...peculiar. I've never seen someone like you before." He leans forward on my leather chair and puts his hands in a prayer position. " I need to know more about you. Your different to everyone else" by this point in his small and strange speech, hes not even talking to me rather hes talking to the wall behind me.

Am I really bothering him this much?

"Hey. This whole situation is weird..no incredibly weird. Please answer some of my questions, or at least, tell me what you know." I beg. I need to know something. Any piece of information that could help me wrap my head around this.

"I know that your name is James Moriarty. I know that your the deadliest killer on the planet. I know that you killed your best and only friend because he cared about you. Your a psychopath, yet today you started to feel something new. Remorse. And that fascinates me. You fascinate me."

I stare at him blankly. How come he knows that I killed Seb and that I'm Jim Moriarty? How does he know my deepest and darkest secrets. The only person I've told them to is dead, so how could he possibly know that?

"How could you possibly know that?"

Sherlock leans back in the chair, his hands still in the prayer like position. His face shows all sorts of emotions and thoughts. He looks like he's wondering whether he can trust me. He must have a big secret then. He breaths in and out slowly, but heavily. Hes concentrating, hard. Hes in his own world.

Fascinating.

It's fascinating how he could go into such deep thought that quick, and be that focused. Hes absolutely fascinating!

"Fascinating" I say without meaning to, and this statement seems to catch the attention of Sherlock. He turns to look at me and he tilts his head slightly and gives me a confused look. He really isn't familiar with the likes of people is he.

Like me.

"Nothing. I meant nothing by that statement. Errrrm... Carry on..with..whatever you were doing" I slouch down on the chair and I take large gulps of my tea, and I stare at the tea swirl In the mug in an anticlockwise motion.

The silence kills me so I take a peek at Sherlock and he's not in his chair anymore. He's crouching, right in front of me, staring intensely into my eyes like he's searching for something. An answer perhaps.

What the hell is he doing?

The shock of him moving that quickly sends my tea flying onto the sofa. My eyes grow wide and my body tightens. Sherlock notices the mess that I had made and he wipes his hand over the newly made stain.

It vanished.

"What the fuuuuuuck?" I whisper, my eyes growing even wider than before. "Oh my god you're God come down to smite me for killing Seb. What the fu....golly gosh" rambles come out of my mouth after seeing such an incredible act. Sherlock stands in front of me and stares at my shocked state.

"You're so strange!" He says, a slight laugh to his voice.

"I'm strange?! You just absorbed tea with your hand like what the frick man!"

Sherlock chuckles slightly to himself and he returns himself to the black leather seat. He sits with a huge smile on his face and he stares at the floor, laughing slightly to himself.

"I knew you were different! Your personality, it changes. You're a cold bloodthirsty murderer, but you ramble like a school child. And you didn't kill me, and instead made me tea!"

"Look, I've been messed up lately! Ever since I ki..."

"Killed Sebastian, you feel remorse. For the first time." He finishes my sentence, his face a lot softer and kinder than before. I nod towards him.

"If I told you who I was, would you believe me?" Out of nowhere Sherlock states.

"I don't know. I suppose it depends on what you say."

"It was a nice compliment calling me God. I'm not! I'm an angel"

Hey guys! New update and Sherlock has finally confessed his true self! Ughh the sheriarty feels. I'm sort of basing Sherlock off of Castiel from season 4/5. Love Cas in those seasons!

Hope you enjoyed this update!

-darcie