Vampknapped

Chapter 3

Mycroft looked upon the two people who had obviously tried to shoot and bring down his brother Sherlock. Sherlock let go of the man that had obviously shot him since his gun was lying on the floor next to him. Molly sank to her knees clutching the book. “Nice to have found you Sherlock,” said Mycroft. “Nice for you to come and get me. I was just on my way out.” “What happened here and who are these two?”

“These two were holding me captive in a room in this hall. They were questioning me and electrocuting me. I told them to let me go since you were coming but they would not listen. I broke out of their silly bonds, straps made out of silver, too weak for me. I had spent a lot of energy breaking out of them and would not be able to break through the door so I threatened them into opening the door for me. They were leading me out when two guards ran through that door as you see. I pinned them and got the information that you were here and your exact location from one of their minds. Then I knocked them out. I tried to get out but the man, named John Watson, pulled a gun on me and shot me several times in the back. The woman, named Molly Hooper, tried to stop him but then stopped. I then attacked him and you walked in. I told them that if they did anything like that that I would highly recommend to you that we keep them and make their lives living hells for the rest of their days, possibly even prolong their lives or turn or kill them earlier if we so choose.”

“Ah. I will take your recommendation and make it true. Tie their hands and bring them along. We shall put them into good use.” With that Mycroft Holmes pulled out handcuffs that he had gotten off a guard and gloves that were obviously Sherlock’s and handed them to Sherlock. He put on the gloves then grabbed the two pairs of handcuffs.

He put one pair on John, putting his hands behind his back. He did the same with Molly and grabbed the book. He handed the book to Mycroft. “This has all their information on us. It is not the only copy but now we will know what they know. I hope you didn’t kill them all so they can know and remember their failure to keep me and my helpers here.”

“I assuredly did not kill them all. You helpers Irene and James are in a car waiting for you arrival. You will have to wear a hat out there and I have your coat waiting as well. Pick them up and bring them to the cars.” Mycroft turned and walked through the door holding the book. Sherlock grabbed both of their arms and pushed them through the door, leaving John’s gun lying on the floor behind them.

They followed Mycroft at a fast pace. Only as fast as John and Molly could go. If it were up to Sherlock setting the pace, they would go so much faster because he just really wanted to get out of there. He was already pushing them at a pace so he had to live with it. When they got out to the door that led outside, they stopped.

Mycroft and the vampire that was labeled as his assistant in their book stood next to the door. They each had clothes covering them completely. They seem to not want to show very much of their skin. They handed Sherlock his coat. He let go of John Molly for only a second. He put his coat on as quickly as possible.

Anthea, Mycroft’s assistant, held the door open. Mycroft walked through and then Sherlock led John and Molly out in front of him. Anthea followed. The back doors were open on the first car. Sherlock shoved John and Molly into the car and slammed the door, lightly for him. If he had actually truly slammed the car door, it would have shattered the glass and broken the door. He got in the seat in front of them.

John and Molly leaned into each other, some in fear but mostly in comfort. Molly’s brain was running on high with the fact that they were currently in a vampire’s car and she was also in one with one that she found attractive. They were both still puzzled on how Sherlock had figured out their first and last name.

Molly came to the conclusion that he had entered their minds unknowingly and found that information just like he did with the guard. Except that the guard was in pain because he must have been forcefully taking the information. Now she wondered where they were going and what exactly she and John would have to do when they got there.