Sherlock Holmes has never believed in mythical creatures. He's never had a reason too; they are mythical creatures for a reason. Vampires were one of the many creatures dubbed 'fake' by the detective, until he is turned by a vampire in a dark alley, without his consent.
Sherlock's world is flipped upside down when he wakes up in the mortuary he spent so much time in. Confused and downright terrified, Sherlock forces himself to go into hiding yet again, struggling to come to terms with his new life, admit that his steadfast ideals were wrong when he discovers a whole underground network of vampires, and learn how to cope with new, not-so-repressed feelings for his flatmate.
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Meanwhile, John Watson is struggling to cope with the fact that his best friend is dead. Actually dead, not fake-dead like 'The Reichenbach Fall', as the media dubbed it.
The doctor tries to throw himself into his work, trying to forget the Detective and move on. It's harder than it looks, however, when John is constantly fighting off unsaid feelings for his flatmate and constant living with regret.
To top it all off, 48 hours after Sherlock's death, the body disappears without a trace. Without Sherlock, and with Scotland Yard completely swamped, it is up to John and Molly to solve the case, find the bodynapper, and reclaim the detective's body.
Hopefully, Sherlock's attempts at teaching John how to find clues no one else would pick on have finally paid off.
No pressure, right?
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Post Reichenbach, but no Mary
Started: April 17, 2022
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Sherlock has never believed in love, nor has he ever needed it. That has all changed now. He loves John Watson. He wants John Watson. It burns like fire, like heroin running through his veins.
Not a desire. An addiction. Maybe it's just John. Maybe it's that intoxicating touch and empathetic demeanour. Maybe it's the way he cares so much. What makes Sherlock so addicted to John Watson?
The man who's never wanted anyone now needs someone. Is it something he'll be able to handle?