Of werewolves and vampire's

Untitled Part 8

Sherlock held the pill to his lips. If what John could smell was correct, then unless he was 100% correct, or had more than just Jeffery Hope to feed off of, he would be dead. Good thing he was 100% cretian. However, before he could take the pill, a loud crash from the door splitting distracted him as an extremely large creature burst through the destroyed door. Forty-five stone of muscle and sandy fur knocked Jeffrey Hope to the ground. The man pinned to the ground screaming in terror as the wolf-like creature snarled. It's font shoulder muscles looked larger than the back, similar to that of a bear or tiger meant for slashing. It's claws dug deep into helpless man's shoulders as it loomed over him. Sherlock could smell the the amione stench of urine the wolf like creature turned to him. Sherlock watched as blazing silver blue eyes glared at him drakaing to ounces he was more familiar with.

"John? " Sherlock had been surprised once again. It left him temporarily outa sorts.

John the werewolf gave him an aspiring glance checking to make sure he was unharmed. Always the doctor, apparently being a six hundred and thirty pounds of fur and muscle and sharp teeth and claws did not change that fact.

"Don't kill him yet. I need informison. "

John nodded and tore his claws in to the man's soft underbelly causing immense pain but not killing him right away. If he got medical attention right away he would most likely be fine, if he didn't go into shock first. Sherlock loomed over the man. "Tell me was I right? " Hope groaned and whimpered in pain. Witch was a non answer witch Sherlock refused to tolerate. He needed answers. He nodded to John who tore in to the man's legs with his claws. "You may be dying but we can still hurt you. Now who is your sponsor. " Sherlock asked after his screaming died down. "Give me a name."

"Moriarty! " the man choked out.

"Who is this Moriarty? How do you contract him? " but Sherlock's questions went unanswered as the light left Hopes eyes.

Sirens sounded below them the police had finally arrived. John took off at a run Sherlock watched his tail disappear he felt a small pang in his chest he was afraid to identify. Lestrade and the rest of him team stormed the room.

"Sherlock are you alright?" Lestrade asked him as he lead him out of the room and down the stairs.

He had wanted to go after John when he had left. He wanted to watch him shift, he had noticed a collar around his neck with army dog tags. He was forced to sit on the ambulance with an orange shock blanket throw across his shoulders. "Why am I wearing this? "

"Its for shock. "

"I'm not in shock. "

"Well some of the team what some pictures. Now what killed that man up there? "

"A bear. " he wouldn't give John up, there was so much he wanted from the man.

"A bear? You mean a shifter? "

"No I mean a wild bear wandering around the streets of London." Sherlock told him his voice dripping with sarcasm. He spotted John on the edge of the crowd watching waiting for him. He stood heading towards him.

"Oi! Were you going were not finished. "

"I have to go over there, besides I'm in shock i have a blanket see? " Sherlock told him shifting his shoulders under the orange fabric as walked backwards. "besides I just caught you a serial killer albeit a mauled one. " He turned back around to face John whose face was a tiny bit flushed, his hair mussed, eyes still a bit wild.

"Heard about what happened. An animal attack two pills dreadful business that. "

"Ah you would know wouldn't you, being a werewolf and all. " Sherlock spoke as they walked away tossing the blanket towards the cars. "Are you alright? " Sherlock didn't know why had felt the need to make sure John was fine.

"Yes, of course I'm alright why wouldn't I be?"

"Well you have just killed a man you have his blood on your paws "

"Suppose I do, he wasn't a very nice man though, and quite frankly a bloody awful cabbie."

"Very ture. You should have seen the route he took. He could have gotten us here seven minutes faster he went a different way. "

Sherlock was pleased to hear John giggle once again. He could feel a smile bloom on face a warmth spread his chest as John's eyes sparkled with mirth.

"Stop that! We can't be giggling here it's a crime scene. "

"You're the one who muled him don't blame me. " Sherlock smirked

"keep your voice down will ya. "

They walked passed a glaring Donovan.

"Sorry sorry just er nerves, I think. " John was a terrible liar. After they had passed her john turns to him his eyes serious. "You were going to take that dam pill weren't you? You would have died with no steady source of blood nere. The cabbie was old and his blood would be weak. "

Sherlock had to clear his throat feeling guilty for causing John to worry. "Course not. I was sure you would turn up i merely buying time. He had a lighter with him after all. " fire was a vampires biggest weakness they were highly flammable.

"so is this how you get your kicks then? You risk your life to prove your clever. "

"Now why would I do that? "

John smiled softly at him. "Because you're an idiot."

Sherlock smiled back. "Dinner? "

"Stavering. " John's stomach growled in agarmet.

"At the end of Baker St. there's a good Chinese place that stays open till two. You can always tell a good Chinese place by the bottom third of the door handle. "

"Dim sum? Wana to share some dumplings? "

Sherlock nodded he would eat some he was no longer on a case, he could push the rest over to John. Shifting into such a large animal must take a lot of energy. "I can predict the Fortune cookies."

"No you can't. "

"Well almost every time. "