Miss Me? (Sequel to Vampire On Baker Street)

Chapter 11:

"...John, are you sure about this?" Sherlock questions his friend, "There is no going back-"

"I know," John takes a deep breath and looks at his daughter who is still snuggled in Sara's arms, "I know the consequences. I have thought about this on more than one occasion, and it has become more apparent to me that this needs to happen." He presses his lips firmly together, "She needs me. I-I know I have been... distant toward her lately, but it's because I just don't know how to cope with what life has become," he shakes his head in frustration, "She needs me, and if I have to give up my humanity to be there for her, I will do it."

Sherlock looks at his friend with admiration, "We understand, John."

Sara nods, "Alright, I will turn you-"

"After Sara has gotten her urges back in control," Sherlock cuts in, "She is in no state to be turning a human right now."

Sara bows her head in shame and holds Rosie closer to her chest. She already feels all of the guilt beginning to weigh down on her, but at least Rosie is alive. That is all that matters right now.

"Of course," John says and looks at the vampiress, "Take all the time you need. We are in.. no rush."

Rosie is soon being put to bed and the others relax in the living room.

"Seems like this vacation is coming to an end," Dean hums as he makes himself comfy on the couch.

Sam raises an eyebrow, "Vacation? Where have you been?"

Dean rolls his eyes, "You know what I mean. Time to go home, get back on the road hunting."

"We should visit you one of these days," John comments, "Sherlock and I have only been to the states once. Would be nice to take an actual vacation there. Rosie would love it."

Sara nods in agreement from her spot next to Sherlock, "It would be great to go back. Although I'm afraid of the trouble Sherlock would get us into."

Sherlock snorts and pulls her closer to him, "I wouldn't do it on purpose."

"You never do."

Sherlock rolls his eyes and places his chin on her shoulder. He closes his eyes and sighs in content of having her close to him once more. He has grown accustomed to always having her around, so these last few weeks have been stressful.

"We should book our tickets as soon as possible," Sam says, "I have been getting messages over the last few days from Cas and a few of our hunter friends. They need us."

Dean sighs heavily, "When do they not?"

Sam grabs his laptop and begins looking at plane tickets for him and his brother, meanwhile, Sara excuses herself and turns in for an early night's rest. Sherlock tries to follow her but John stops him with a light hand on his shoulder.

"Give her some space," John urges.

Sherlock frowns but he heeds his friend's advice. He watches his bedroom door close before sitting back down with a sigh. John moves to sit in the seat in front of him, and for a moment, it's almost like old times.

"...Are you sure about what you said," Sherlock asks him, "We could take care of her. You don't-"

"No," John cuts him off, "I need to do this. She is my daughter. Mary would never forgive me if I didn't stay to help her grow and mature."

The detective nods, a ghost of a smile on his face.

In the bedroom, Sara lies on the bed with her eyes squeezed shut. The throbbing in her head is starting again. Her gums ache and her stomach growls but she continues to push down the feelings.

Rosie is alive. Sara needs to get herself under control so she can protect her and teach her how to live as a vampire. Tom is gone. They have no more threats for the moment. ...So why is this still so hard?

The demon inside her is always clawing and looking for a way out. And it seems harder to pull back in the more she lets it free. She knows logically that there is no reason she can't get it back under control now. There is always a catalyst, it was her brother's death before and recently Rosie's, but she is still alive. Sara should have no problem wrangling it back inside... but that is not the case. 

The vampire covers her face with a groan and turns on her side. Centuries of hate and anger are threatening to consume her. She wants to kill everyone around her so she can just be alone. The two sides of her are fighting for control and she doesn't know who is winning.

Everything was supposed to go back to normal. She is safe. She is back with the people she loves. Back with Sherlock. Why is this so hard?!

Rolling out of bed, Sara strides to the closet with purpose and digs through her old suitcase. Hidden inside a small, secret pocket lies a dark bag filled with small pieces of Darkwood. Dangerous to vampires and demons alike, this ancient tree bark can kill if in a high enough dose. Low exposure will cause weakness and mild irritation to the skin, although the symptoms rise if exposure is prolonged.

Sara stares at the dark bag in front of her and clenches her hands into fists. She doesn't want to hurt anyone, and this should ensure that she won't. ...But this is the equivalent of purposely taking your own poison. Every molecule her body is saying no, but her mind knows that this is the best option she has.

With a gulp, she squeezes her eyes shut and dives her hand into the bag. The pain is immediate. Burning like flames crawling over her hand, she grits her teeth and closes her fingers around the small piece of wood. Quickly hiding the rest of the Darkwood, she then returns to the bed and stares at her closed fist. She's shaking, with pain or anticipation, she doesn't know. Probably both.

She reminds herself of why she is doing this. She doesn't want to hurt anyone else, especially not Sherlock or the others. She has to do this, and she has to do it alone. They would stop her, but she knows this is really her only option.

Steeling herself once more, she takes in a deep breath and then tosses the Darkwood into her mouth. Swallowing it in one gulp, she feels it burn as it slides down her throat. The pain begins to spread as it reaches her stomach. Nausea hits her like a punch to the face, as well as a sudden fatigue throughout her body. She collapses onto the bed and falls unconscious seconds later. 

She hopes the others will understand.

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...I can't believe I'm actually writing this again. I feel like the worst person 😅 Three years later and this is what you get... But at least I am writing again. I will not promise anything, but I will try my hardest to finish this! I really loved writing the first book but I quickly fell out of inspiration with this one once the TV series ended (or temporaily ended I guess?). I'm not saying that this will be anywhere near as long as the first book, but I do want to wrap this one up because leaving it unfinished has haunted me for the past three years. So for any of you who actually waited for this 😅 you're awesome and I hope you like where it is heading.

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