Sherlock Imagines [ Book 2 ]

Evangeline [ S.H. ]

Type: Songfic [ Evangeline by Juliet Simms ]

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Warnings: blood and murder yay

She's a black-hearted diva with a poisonous kiss but you'll never regret her

Sherlock was hooked the first time he saw her.

It was as if there was some kind of shield surrounding her, protecting her from the bright and brilliant mind he possessed. 

Only Sherlock Holmes could fall hopelessly in love with a murderer.

She looks like an angel but she hurts like a bitch and you'll never forget her

The first time he'd encountered her, it was through one of her victims.

The detective walked into the flat, police gathered around, Sherlock's mind dulling their voices down to murmurs of unimportance. Once again they were completely clueless.

The corpse that currently lied on the bed told Sherlock more than Lestrade could, hid head tilted to the side, lifeless eyes fixed on a point in the distance. His lips were slightly parted, hand hanging off the bed rather dramatically. The wrinkled and disheveled clothes clearly indicated that he had expected attention from a special someone, most likely a female due to the perfume aroma. Sherlock stepped closer to find a perfect lipstick print of lips on his collarbone, the red color bleeding through the light cotton of his shirt.

"No obvious signs of death, you got anything?" Lestrade looked at him, "Molly wants to know what you think she should look for in her autopsy." 

The detective tilted his head slightly, looking over the body. He reached a gloved fingertip up and gently lifted the man's head upward, examining it. 

"mercury injection." Sherlock let the head fall back against the pillow.

This killer was indeed clever, and he intended to find them. 

Come on come on, you're gonna lose your way because she's gonna make you stay

her murders were becoming more and more frequent.

The victims were all different races, gender, no one had the same financial status as the other and none lived near each other or worked in the same place. Each was killed differently, none involved a weapon, however. They were all either killed by poison or something clearly done by hand such as suffocation.

The only thing linking them together would be the same lipstick print on the collarbone.

"Alright, the neighbor of victim one said that he stumbled in with a pretty blonde girl, blue eyes and wearing a red dress. Boyfriend of victim two said he was fixing a sink for their neighbor who he described as a brunette with green eyes, and victim six's maid said the last she saw her that night was when she left to go to a business lunch in with her boss, a red head with brown eyes." John listed from his chair, Sherlock laying on the couch with his hands in their familair position.