Vampires in London

Chance Meeting

Nothing ever happens to me. And then it did. I’d heard a great many things about what goes on in the dead of night. London’s underbelly was no place for quiet, upstanding citizens like myself. I always made sure to stay in the “good” parts of town. That didn’t save me. Nor did all the years of living my life safe. 

He saved me. The most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on. Sherlock Holmes.

I had always thought vampires were myth. Stories parents told their children to get them to behave. Besides, if these creatures had really existed, they were long ago wiped out, extinct, right? Unfortunately and then fortunately I was wrong.

I John H. Watson, simple surgeon and ex-army doctor had been invited to a fundraiser for Bart’s. I went of course, it’s where I went to school afterall. I was having a drink, minding my own business when a man approached me. He was about an inch or two taller than me. Dressed extremely well. Handsome, but in a dark sort of way. I don’t mean he was dark in color or clothing. It was an inner darkness. Being around him made me uneasy. But at the same time I just felt so damn special to have caught the eye of this man .         

“Hello. I'm Moriarty.” He held out his hand, palm down, like royalty expecting a kiss upon the hand. And his voice, though slightly nasally, held a sense of power and the promise of wild sex; it washed over me, leaving me with a underlying sense of dread and curiosity.

“John.” It had taken me an embarrassingly long amount of time to find my voice. I took his hand, turning it to give it a proper handshake. His hands felt dry, almost like dead leaves and I had to fight the urge to wipe my hand on my trouser legs.

“You’re a doctor I presume.” He said to me sounding bored.

“I am.” I was having a tough time looking away from his eyes. They were extremely dark, almost black, but they seemed almost luminescent. Silly I know, perhaps a trick of the lights. Moriarty stepped closer to me and I wanted to, no, needed to take an answering step back, away from him. My instincts all said flee, but my legs would not comply. I was suddenly frightened and I had no ideal why.

Moriarty placed a hand on my shoulder, still staring me in the eyes, he whispered, “Tell me all your secrets.”

“I don’t have very many secrets, thankfully. But not very many people know I fancy both men and women. I like to write. And sometimes I wish I was back in the war.” Why did I tell him that? I didn't even know him.

He grabbed my hand and before I could blink we were out on the balcony. “How- how did…”

“Shh musculum.” little mouse. “I don’t have the patience tonight. I must taste you. You’re a fine puzzle. I can feel your mind fighting me. You can sense it, can’t you? The danger you’re in.”

Moriarty smiled at me, at first I found myself thinking, what a beautiful smile he had and then I saw the hint of teeth. Fangs! He had bloody, Fangs.

Moriarty laughed. His face distorted and he was hideous. I was well and truly scared. Surely I was about to die. This man? No, monster was a vampire and he means to kill me I thought. My mind was in a haze. I wanted to fight, to run, but my body, traitorous thing that it was, wouldn't obey. The monster leaned in, inhaling deeply.

“Your fear is delicious. Intoxicating really.”

He licked at the pulse in my neck slowly, and still my body remained locked in place, although it shivered with repulsion. I felt his teeth graze my neck, I felt them sink in. But he pulled away immediately.