Crimson (Vamplock Fanfic)

Chapter 14

John

The feeling was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The rush of adrenaline, the feeling of the blood of a creature pumping through my veins, the monster taking over every sense of my body. I was no longer Captain or Doctor John Watson; I was a beast. A monster. I understood why Sherlock was so afraid for me. He didn’t want me getting hurt from my own hand, it was his own brother’s doing that made me this way. Sherlock wanted nothing more than to protect me and keep me from harm’s way. He was never a monster to me, he kept me right. He kept me alive.

And I have never felt so alive.

We returned to the hotel room. Closing the door behind us as I was thrown across the room and gracefully landing atop of all the sheets on the bed. I landed with a surprised gasp and looked over to see Sherlock licking his lips and eyes glowing with the colors I’ve come to know when he looks to me in a state of lust. A deep growl rattled in my throat, beckoning him to the bed and relinquishing every right I had to him. I was his and he was mine. My mate.

We were quickly undressed, our clothes in tatters and shreds on the floor as he loved me passionately and gently. Like the first time, he took care of me and made sure I wasn’t getting hurt. While that was nice and very sweet of him to do so, I wasn’t human anymore. I wanted him to love me mercilessly and rough. I longed for it, begged for it, but he refused. Telling me to enjoy it as he studied and inspected every inch of my body like he forgot who I was and wanted to relearn everything he previously learned in the first place.

He moved with such grace over me and in me, caressing my skin with his own and his soft, plump, and slightly swollen lips. I wanted nothing more than him. He was my mate and I was his.
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“Your eyes are beautiful.” I commented stroking his curls as he laid next to me tangled under the same sheets as I. He smiled and kissed my arm that was currently resting under his head. “Not as beautiful as you.”

I sighed and smiled, knowing that I was truly safe in his arms and he was safe in mine. I had him as my own, rescuing me from death with the mark of a mate. Unusual, yes, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. We come from different worlds. Vampires usually despise werewolves for their beastly and unruly ways of hunting and feeding while werewolves hate vampires for being too stuck-up and rude to be monsters. Werewolves embrace the wild, vampires hide from it.

Though I was new to being a werewolf, I felt the tug and pull to the forest. How it called and howled to me when I was human. I never understood it, but now I do. Adrenaline pumping through my veins, scents and smells of every animal invading my nose, colors of the world rushing past me as I make a dead sprint for whatever has caught my attention. I was changed for the better, but forced to spend an eternity with Sherlock.

I would never object to that.

We layed there all night, in each other’s arms and too excited to even entertain the thought of sleep. Though I still had that rare need for it, I didn’t feel the need that night. All I wanted to do was to feel Sherlock, never believing he was my mate
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Two days went by and Sherlock figured it was time to go home. Back to Baker Street. Back to the dreary old comfort of our dirty and dark flat. Back to the scattered experiments and hazardous chemicals strewn across the kitchen with body parts lingering in the fridge and the smell lingering long after they are gone.

Back to home.

I smiled. Packing the last of my suitcase and collecting my things as we walked everything out to the car and into the boot.

“Enjoy your stay?” Somebody asked from behind me. I turned around to see a fairly young and good-looking Romanian man with jet black hair, a wicked grin, and bright blue and green eyes. As soon as I was done swooning over his ridiculously good looks, I cleared my throat and nodded. “Yeah, yeah it was...eventful. Thank you for your lovely hospitality. It truly is beautiful out here.” I looked around me to the forest that enclosed the resort before coming back to the young man, still seeing he held that wicked grin across his lips.