Behind Closed Doors: A Superwholock Fanfiction

Chapter 7

*One day earlier*

"Where are we going, Sherlock?"

John dragged his feet alongside his other half. Sherlock's coat flapped in the bone chilling wind. John dashed around Sherlock's other side and quickly grasped his arm, lecturing in a harsh whisper, "Sherlock! We've been following this guy for hours, we know he's clean."

John gestured towards the tall, handsome, blonde in the red jacket, Enjolras. Enjolras had turned the collar of his red trench coat back against the wind. He looked oddly at ease without one of his many groupies around and had been for hours, just sitting there in the shade of the gigantic oak tree. Sherlock and John had been continuously walking up and down the path as the sun slowly and steadily sank below the horizon. John was surprised that the guy hadn't noticed by now, he had to be smarter than that, but Enjolras seemed preoccupied at the moment, constantly looking from his watch, to his phone, to shuffling papers. Sherlock muttered under his breath. "John, he's hiding something, I can tell. I just don't know what."

And with that, the blonde looked around once more and stood up, shoving his papers and phone into his brown leather satchel. He observed the grounds before slipping into the trees.

Sherlock and John followed. John's head reeled a little as he sprinted towards the guy. Leaves crunched beneath his sneakers as the autumn smell tickled his nose. Sherlock grabbed his arm and slowed him down as Enjolras looked back, wary and wondering, then took off again in a different direction. "Heat run. He's trying to loose us," Sherlock panted, "Come on, John!"

The two swiftly maneuvered past trees, rocks and logs, following the French student exactly. The two friends finally arrived at an old warehouse. John caught a glimpse of some golden locks disappearing behind a closing door. Sherlock motioned for John to be quiet as the two ducked below a window and peered inside.

Enjolras was rummaging through his bag. He pulled out the papers he had been obsessing over only minutes before. He called out into the blackness. "Master? Master, are you here?"

A man with short black hair emerged from the darkness. His hair wasn't the only black thing, John noticed, as he gasped when the man blinked and his eyes suddenly went from icy cool blue to deep nighttime black. Sherlock muttered under his breath, "Dean was right... Demons are real..." and went back to observing.

"You're late!" The black haired man, presumably Master, boomed, causing Enjolras to flinch in fear.

He groveled, "I apologize, I thought I was being followed so I needed to take a short cut."

The blonde respectfully bowed his head. The Master chuckled under his breath. "Next time, don't screw up!" The man suddenly boomed again.

Enjolras was thrown against the nearest wall, dropping his papers and slamming into it with a sickening thud. The demon rushed over to him, putting his hand on the skinny boy's delicate neck. He picked up the papers at his feet as the boy began to grow red. "Hmm... Ah, some new names on this list, I see. Good work..." the demon hesitated for a half a second, then let go, dropping Enjolras to the ground. "Keep this work up and your boy will be safe."

John's ears pricked. Enjolras cleared his throat. "Sir, do you maybe think I could see him now? I just want to make sure he's okay..." The student trailed off as the older man slowly turned around.

"Why? Don't you trust us not to go back on our word?"

"Frankly not..." Enjolras carefully imputed, "You're demons, you're supposed to lie."

Master sighed and looked at his two subordinates that stood next to a door. "True... Fine, you two, fetch the prisoner. Now!"

The cronies disappeared and almost immediately returned, a chained boy on his knees between them. His wrists were chained behind his back and were dripping blood. Blood cascaded down his head from his curly black hair. His eyes, a beautiful blue gray color, broken and chilling to the bone. Enjolras ran to the boy and dropped down onto his knees, hugging him and holding him close. "R! R! Oh my god, Grantaire... it's okay, I'll get you out. I'm almost done, okay?"