Crimson (Vamplock Fanfic)

Chapter 11

Sherlock

"This is what you wanted! I'm here and ready for the taking!" I stood in the middle of the woods, holding my hands out as a means of surrender. Though I never surrender that easily.

From the shadows of the trees came that eerily familiar voice that made my very skin crawl. That smug irish accent who ruined most of my life.

"Oh Sherlock, you know that isn't you. We both know that you never give up that easily. Especially to me." Moriarty stepped out of the shadow of the treeline as he smirked, tossing an apple up in the air before catching it.

"You have me here, now what do you want?" I asked, feeling my hands ball into fists at his devilish smirk. A deep chuckle emanating from his throat which angered me even more.

"I want to take what you keep so dearly close to you. I want to take your heart." He smirked, tossing the apple to me as I caught and read the message he had carved into it. It was in the shape of a heart with a single bite taken out of the side of the heart. Clutching the apple before throwing it on the ground, I growled deep in my throat.

"I hold nothing dear to me. Not even my heart. It pumped its last ounce of blood years ago. What do you want with my heart?" I asked. He sighed, the last of it turning into a chuckle.

"You really have no clue about this, do you Sherlock Holmes. For the world's greatest consulting detective, I thought you would have this figured out by now. Not your heart, your heart. I believe he goes by the name of John Watson." He turned his evil gaze to me, a smirk playing on his thin and smug lips.

My mind went blank. For once, I was at a loss for thought or words. There was nothing in my mind palace that could be used to rescue me at this exact moment. There was no back-up plan, no reasonable thought. Nothing. Just static.

"Oh please, we both know you're too smart for that. Thinking I have some sort of emotional attachment to anybody. You sir, are the one to be mistaken here. I have no heart." I tried my best to lie through my teeth, seeing into it as a means of distraction. But what I thought would once work, happened to be at the most inconvenient of times in this particular moment.

A cock of a handgun at the treeline and I knew my chances of any of us getting out of this alive were forgotten. Set to dust and carried by the wind.

"Sherlock, what the hell is going on?" I heard John step out from the treeline, his handgun out in front of him in both hands while trying to steady it with his incessant shaking.

It's been awhile since he's held a gun. No more than a couple years but never has actually killed anybody. I deduced quickly. A short sigh of relief from me, knowing that my mind palace was working and not completely shutting down.

"Oh! And I see you have a pet!" Moriarty sniffed the air, licking his lips in admiration at the sight that was John. "And a human nonetheless. How very interesting Mr. Sherlock Holmes." The devil himself was playing with me. Toying with my emotions like a spider with a helpless insect tangled in its web. No matter how many times the insect struggled, it only was tangled farther into the spider's web.

"John! What are you doing? You need to leave! This is between me and him, this has nothing to do with you! Just leave!" I felt my anger rise and my eyes turn crimson red. But knowing John for so long, it has no longer fazed him since the first time we met at St. Bart's

"No! I'm not leaving you! This is my battle as well." He warned, keeping his gun aimed at me when I spoke then to Moriarty when he spoke.

"Oh, you have your pet fighting your battles. How very convenient for you. But, alas, you have finally let your heart rule over your head. And now,"

He had his hand around John's throat and the other tousled in John's hair, pulling his head to expose more of his neck. "You must pay the price." His fangs protruded, eyes glowing a deep gold, digging deep into John's neck as he screamed in pain. He was thrown to the ground, holding his neck in agony as I watched completely horrified by the recent event.

I closed my eyes, opening them to reveal my glowing red eyes once more and charging. He tossed me over his shoulder without a care as I landed with a loud thud and a barely audible moan as it quite literally knocked the air out of me if I had any.

Moriarty laughs.

"Do you honestly think you can beat me? Defeat me at my own game? This game is everything I ever lived for. This game is my heart. Though still and to never beat again, it is what I loathe. The heart becomes the mind and the mind becomes the heart. And you are just as the same. John Watson is your mind and heart. You see it crumbling around you."

I look to John, seeing him writhe in agony and terrifying pain made me have flashbacks to when I was changed. It was a constant pain and stinging heat that radiated through my body like electricity. Thousands upon thousands of volts. His body seeming like it had a mind of its own as it struggled to be freed of its pain. I could hear the tortured chokes of my John, like he was being strangled.

"How does it feel? To see your heart being ripped in two? Mine is ruining everything you've built for yourself. This is my dream; my he-"

He stared down to his chest, my hand shoved into it as he gasped for air, an astonished look of horrific thoughts were fixed on his face. I leaned into his ear,

"And this is my heart. To take away yours."

I pull my hand out with a grunt and a sickening wet sound to reveal his still-beating heart in my grasp. He grabs at his chest, eyes burning the colors of autumn, the colors of a beast dying, before returning to their normal chocolate brown, fingers brushing over the fresh hole as he fell to the ground. His heart turning to dust in my hand as it flew away with the wind.

The monster within me showed its true colors, taking over my senses and demolishing his remains with the last thing to do was beheading him. With a firm grasp on either side, I pulled with ease as it popped right off and I sent it rolling somewhere deep into the woods.

I stumbled a bit, holding the side of my head in pain as I regained full control of myself.

John.

He was barely clinging to life as is. Blood loss was the main reason. But the toxin was spreading like a wildfire through his body, I smelled Moriarty's scent throughout John.

My John. The only thought I had left.

John. John. John. John.

My John.

Is dying.

"I told you to go back." I whispered, tears freely falling from my eyes as I held him close to me, his usual warmth was fading fast. I gave a fleeting kiss to his forehead before running out of the woods back to the inn.

John.

My John.