Love Worth Waiting For- Sherlolly

Love Worth Waiting For

The year was 1687, and the London air was moist as usual. Sherlock turned his coat collar up as he walked home, and a bad feeling swept over him as he quickened his pace. When Miss Hooper offered him a carriage ride home, he should have taken it. He heard a few pairs of footsteps from around the corner, and people laughing.

Sherlock quickly tried to turn down another street, but it was too late; the group had already seen him. Two men and a woman approached him, stopping him in his tracks. "Look what we have here lads." The woman said.

A tall, burly man with brown hair sniffed the air. "Smells like fresh blood." He spoke, making the other two laugh.

The three moved towards Sherlock, who started to back away matching the pace of their advance. His facial features showed no fear, but his heart was pounding in his chest. The woman laughed and began to explain to him, stepping closer, "Putting on a brave face does nothing for us darling."

"I have no money on me." He told the group.

"We don't want money laddie." A short, plump man with blonde hair stated with a thick Scottish accent.

"What do you want then?" Sherlock asked.

The woman only smirked and in seconds she was centimeters away from him. "You," She told him, and Sherlock felt a sharp pain in his neck.

His vision started to fade, as he felt blood trickle down his neck. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears as it strained for life. All he saw was blurs of the three as they laughed, walking away. He fell to the ground, weakly feeling his neck. He pulled his hand away to see a blur of red on his hand.

"Sherlock!" He heard someone shout. Faintly, he heard heels start to run towards him. A brown headed woman knelt beside him. He couldn't make out her facial features, but he could tell her hair was in curls and she had a red dress on. "Oh, Sherlock... What have they done to you?"

He frowned his brows... He knew that voice. "Miss Hooper?" He choked out, "Molly Hooper?"

"Shhh." She hushed softly. "I'm going to give you a second chance. You don't deserve to die like this." She said, grabbing his wrist and biting it. Sherlock could see the red of her eyes, but this bite didn't hurt like the other did. She was gentle, and instead of taking blood it felt like blood was being pushed into him.

Pain suddenly took over Sherlock's body as something, he didn't know what, spread through him. Molly put his wrist down and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to take you home." She spoke softly. "I'll explain everything when you wake."

Molly shouted something to another man, but Sherlock didn't hear. His hearing was leaving him as was his sight. The pain in his body was taking everything from him, and his eyes finally closed.

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Molly was covering her ears, trying to block Sherlock's screams in the next room. The venom was spreading through his body, killing him without him being dead. "I'm sorry Sherlock..." She whispered to herself.

"Miss Molly," A maid spoke and gently placed her hand on Molly's shoulder. "You did what you believe to be right." She told her. "There is nothing wrong with that."

"Thank you," Molly gave her a weak smile. "I just wish he didn't have to experience this curse at all."

"Miss Molly, If I may ask, why him?" The maid, Mrs. Maggie, asked. "You've never changed someone before?"

"They were just going to leave him to die." Molly explained.

Mrs. Maggie smiled to Molly. "I don't think that is the only reason." She told Molly. "You love him, don't you?"