Crimson (Vamplock Fanfic)

Chapter 13

Sherlock

A couple minutes turned into a couple hours. Pacing and wondering if he was okay, like he was still a human. But he was my mate, my life partner; we were bonded for all eternity so the worry came naturally the longer he was gone. Every crunch of leaves or snapping of a branch had me darting my attention towards the source only to smell a deer or other woodland creatures.

I wouldn’t relax until he was back and safely in the embrace of my arms, loving the feeling of his chest against mine and hands buried deep within his hair or pressed against the small of his back. His scent was the only thing I could smell now, a common thing between new mates. But I didn’t object to it. His scent calmed me, his new scent. The scent of a werewolf that dulled my need to hunt and bringing the need to protect him, to love him, to care for him.

Though his scent was barely clinging and lingering in the air, it became stronger and hit my nose like a brick wall. I picked it up and whipped around to see I was face to face with a much larger and yellow-eyed wolf. At first being confused, the scent hit me again as the creature reeked of John. I smiled, running my hand over his cheek before he morphed back and fell into my arms. I held him close to my chest, running my hands through his hair and down his bare back. He felt incredibly warm compared to my own cold skin, not objecting to the feeling of warmth against my dead body.

“Sherlock?” He groggily asked, nudging his head to set his chin on my pec as I smiled down to him and kissed his forehead. “Hello my dear John? Did you have a nice run?” I joked, earning a soft chuckle from the man in my arms.

“Why do I feel so…tired?” John asked. Rubbing his eyes and not stopping to realize his fingertips covered in blood. I pursed my lips, stopping him by grabbing his hands and keeping a firm grasp on his fingertips. “It’s just your body getting used to the feeling, it’ll pass the more you hunt and turn.” I replied. He studied his surroundings with tired but alert eyes, scanning the dense forest and surely listening for anything but us that might be a threat. I chuckled.

“There’s no need to watch for predators, John. I am to keep you safe.” I let it slip. The one thing that wasn’t supposed to be told until we were home and comfortable with each other once again, and I just let it slip.

“Keep me safe? What do you mean by that?” John asked, turning his attention back to me with a look of confusion and surprise riddling his face. I sighed and furrowed my brows in an apologetic way.

“I’m sorry John. It had to be done or it would’ve killed you.” He separated himself from me as the look of confusion and surprise started to set deeper into his face.

“Sherlock? What did you do?”

“I marked you, okay? I marked you as my mate!” I spat, setting myself into a ramble of how I needed to save him and how I would be so alone without him in this world of which I can’t die.

“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let you slip through my fingers! I couldn’t let you die, not like this. Not like me.” I fell to my knees and sat back on my heels, scared and afraid of showing myself to be so vulnerable. Only to John I could do that. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Kneeling in front of me, John gently placed his hands to either side of my head and pulled forward to kiss my forehead. I gasped and looked to him in sorrow-filled surprise, seeing the reflection of my eyes in his. Purple cascaded around my pupil to cover the rest of my iris and flecks of gold sparkling in the darkest ridges of the color.

“I wouldn’t want this any other way, Sherlock. I am your mate and nothing can change that. You are simply magnificent; a beautiful creature. Never have I seen a monster in those eyes, I’ve always seen a misunderstood and lonely creature. Simply and magnificently beautiful.”