Crimson (Vamplock Fanfic)

Chapter 10

Sherlock

"What do you mean that he wants to kill you?" John asked, helping me sit back on the bed as I sat with a grunt.

"Mycroft brought up history that wasn't supposed to be rediscovered. But he loves watching us commoners scramble even for the tiniest sliver of sanity to hold onto." I hissed, John pressing a damp washcloth to a cut I received across my forehead.

"Moriarty is a dangerous man John. The last thing I want is you getting hurt or killed. I can't risk losing you." I gripped his arm, rendering his actions of trying to heal me. He stopped to look me in the eye. His breath hitched and pulse quickened.

"You will never lose me Sherlock. I'll always be here for you. Always." He slid his arm out of my grasp and placed his hand in mine, raising it to kiss my knuckles. I closed my eyes and sighed. Looking back to John, his face was rid of every emotion except surprise.

"Your eyes." He whispered, sounding dumbfounded. I raised an eyebrow in question as I went to the mirror in the bathroom and looked to see them in a state of euphoria. Bright green, dark orange, ocean blue and speckles of gold with crimson around my pupil were showing through once again. I was in a state of love.

I saw John in the reflection of the mirror from the other room. Turning around and smiling, I grabbed him by his arms and threw him to the bed. I attacked his lips, immediately being granted access as my tongue explored his mouth. His did the same. The mix of our saliva was something that could only be described like a fairytale. Sweet yet something darker and more profound than anything known to man. Something almost evil.

It tasted good.

I wanted him. I wanted him to cry my name, his voice going raw as it bounced off the walls of our room from the passion. I wanted to feel every inch of his bare skin against my own. He was such a perfect creature. A human I have never seen in all my days. Such a perfect form, it amazes me that no other has taken it for their own use. He was mine and I was his. He kept me right.

He keeps me alive.

"Sherlock. Please." He begged, asking for his clothes to be removed. But not in a rushed or hurried way. He wanted to be tortured by it. Writhing for every last bit of physical touch between us. I smirked, knowing it's what drove him mad with want and lust.

"Patience love." I warned. "Patience."

"Change me." He gripped my arm, looking at me with the hardest gaze I've ever seen. I sat back on the heels of my feet, taken aback by his demand.

"Wh-what?"

"I said change me." John repeated.

"I heard you the first time, don't be daft. Just...why? Why would you want that?" I smartly remarked, still straddling his waist as he still had a pretty strong grip on my arms.

"I don't want to live without you Sherlock. There will come a day when I will die and you will continue to live on. Without me."

"I could never live without John. I won't let that happen." I promised.

"So change me. Now is a good time as any." He laid back, exposing his neck to me. "Please." He begged.

I licked my lips, feeling my fangs descend at the scent of his blood pumping through his veins just right underneath the skin of his neck. I has never been his strong of an urge before. To take a taste of his blood, just to see what it feels like. How it feels, staining my fangs with red and my tastebuds going haywire. How it feels to be his and only his as he would be the same to me. To be mates.

I lowered myself to his neck, licking my fangs and breath hitching in my throat the closer I got to his skin. He smelled of mint and timber but a touch of something else. Lavender. I wanted to bite and never release. If his blood tasted anything like his scent, I knew I could never stop once I started. I grazed my fangs along the skin of his neck, feeling every ridge, bump, and blemish. It felt good. That's all it needed. Just to bite down and...

"No! No, I can't do it John! Please! Don't make me turn you into a monster!" I shouted, climbing off him and pacing the floor while I ran my fingers through my knotted curls in frustration.

"Sherlock! Sherlock, it's okay." He put his arm around me and escorted me to the chair by the fireplace, lighting one of the logs for some warmth. Though I didn't need it. Ambiance I guessed. "It's quite alright Sherlock. I didn't expect you to. You are too kind for such a thing. I'm sorry." He knelt in front of me, giving a warm smile as the fire lit up his face with orange and yellow, making his smile look warmer than usual. More inviting and loving. A smile I could never give myself.

I heavily sighed and nodded my head, leaning forward in my chair as I wrapped my hand around his neck and kissed his lips. His lips tasting like how he smelled. I smiled into the kiss. Pulling back, I saw his eyes were warm yet war-torn. I feared his heart was showing through to his eyes. I couldn't imagine the hell he's been through with war, practically feeling dead already. I took pity on him. Seeing how much of his life has been hell already.

Maybe it wasn't that bad of an idea to change him.

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