The Awakening (A Sherlock/Moriarty Vampire Fic - Canon AU)

Chapter Five

    In the kitchen, John once more ran the bracelet through smoke from not just a Cinnamon incense, but an anointed one. It had double strength against any harm that may come toward the wearer. A dramatic sigh from behind him made him role his eyes. Sherlock didn't believe in this. He honest to God only believed in himself.
    As far as believing other-wise, he only relied, and only on three people: Molly, Lestrade and him (John - who had earned his respect and explicit trust).
    Sherlock said, "You honestly think that a bracelet, plated with hemp and amethyst beads, carrying a vial of salted holy water and silver nitrate, can repel a Succubus? A psychic vampire."     The last sentence had been emotionless, which meant he'd shut down. He didn't care. His boredom had peaked.
    "Yes. I know it to be true. I've seen it work." He turned around. Sherlock had also turned around and he stopped him walking away by a sleeve. "Please wear this. In this situation I'm not above begging."
    Through barred teeth, Sherlock said, "But this is ridiculous. You're not quit convinced of vampires, but a Succubus? And you want me to wear that cheap girly looking jewelry to repel it." He let out a pompous laugh. "I'd sooner die."
    John snorted. "Girly? It's fashionable, actually. I'm also wearing one, and you wouldn't rather die. You're not above self preservation. Especially where your mind is concerned."
    He narrowed his eyes.
    "Yes, your mind. A Succubus can, will drive you truly mad, take you mentally away from reality." He felt himself gulp. Talking about it had awakened muscle memory tension and fear. "Just wear it, please."
    The emotional change must have convinced him, because he did, and without complaint. Such a great friend.
    Tomorrow they were going to pick up silver that Sherlock's homeless network had tracked down, and they were going to use the lab at St. Bart's to melt it down and form weapons. Bracelets for Offense, Blades for Defense.

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    Moriarty awoke with a snarl. His head twitched twice to the right. He closed is eyes and shook it. His thoughts were racing. Was it possible to keep Bipolar Disorder as a vampire?
    It didn't seem likely. But he felt manic - so so sososososososo hyper, agitated, and those racing thoughts. He wanted to claw his brain out. It'd probably grow back. His chuckle - low - repeated on a loop in his brain.
    "So annoying," he whispered.
    Blood - he needed blood. He needed-
    He could feel the open door behind him. Outside: Earthy - Dirt, Wet - Dew on grass, hot in his nose - Humidity that would soon be rain, Hollowness - not as late as it'd first seemed and required more thought.
    "No no no," he lamented. He needed to sleep this feeling off. His twenty-four hours had become corrupted by his stupid vampire body's need for blood, he thought, and he just needed to sleep it off. If he could get to sleep and wake up on a good note he'd be able to focus. Maybe - this blood thing made things questionable and un... figuroutable.
    He slammed the door and curled up in front of it. "Sleep sleep sleep sleep."