Vampknapped

Chapter 4

Sherlock slowly turned around. As he faced Molly in the doorway, he started right into her eyes. She found that she couldn’t look away. Sherlock smirked and lifted his head a little higher as he maintained eye contact.

“You should probably breathe. You do need it.” Realizing she was holding her breath, she released as she began to breath normally again.

“Sit,” he said pointing to a cushioned bench in the middle of the room. She slowly walked towards the bench and sat down with Sherlock watching intensely the entire way. She looked everywhere. Anywhere but Sherlock.

She did not know he had moved until a hand touched her shoulder. She jumped and almost squeaked at his touch. She sat still until he let go of her shoulder and walked in front of her. She couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Why did you call me here?” she asked. He gave no answer for several minutes so she risked looking into his eyes. Once she did, she realized she had made a mistake. She couldn’t look away. He sat down next to her and stared at the wall in front of them.

“I summoned you here because I must feed,” he said. He turned his gaze to Molly as she continued to look at him. “I used a lot of energy in the last two days. I can usually last a good couple weeks but I must feed because of you hunters.” He looked back to the wall and straightened his back.

They sat quietly for about five minutes. Once she gathered the courage to say something, he turned to look calculatingly at her.

After a few more awkward minutes he said, “give me your arm.” She hesitantly reached he arm out to him and he gripped her wrist lightly, holding it in place. She looked away as he lowered his head to her arm. There was a short moment of nothing, then a tongue swiped at a small section of her arm, cleansing before he bit.

His teeth punctured her skin with excruciating pain. After a few seconds, the area grew numb and she worked hard to not concentrate that her blood was being sucked out. A moment later, she started to get light headed and whimpered softly.

Sherlock lifted his head, swiped his tongue over the wound to stop the bleeding, and let go. Molly pulled her arm back slowly to set in her lap as Sherlock walked across the room. He rifled through a drawer and walked back with bandages. He sat down, put the bandages in his lap, and held his hand out silently.

She stared at it for a short moment, giving her arm to him when he made an impatient noise. He carefully wrapped her arm in silence, letting go the instant he was done. Molly, too stunned to speak, let her arm fall into her lap. She sat still as he got up and walked to the window. A few minutes of silence passed before Molly spoke.

“Thank you,” she said. Sherlock turned around slowly.

“What?” he said.

“Thank you.”

“I know what you said but why did you say it?”

“You have been nothing but kind to me,” she said. He snorted. “You did. You tried to save our lives. You took us so we would live. And you’ve only been speaking kindly to me.”

“I had not noticed,” he said looking away.

“From what I’ve heard of you, you’re a genius. You would have not done it had you not known. You even bandaged my arm and made sure it did not hurt for long.”

“It would be neglecting of me if I had a human bleed out. Your blood would be less nutritional if you were in pain,” he said with a straight face.

“Sure. I don’t believe you but I won’t say any more since you obviously don’t like to be spotted caring for someone other than yourself.” Sherlock took on a shocked expression before it was hidden away. Molly looked into her lap here she was playing with her hands.