Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Inner Resisting Instinct

Sherlock had no idea what happened to his father.

He escaped from prison and London, and he and Mycroft wandered to Paris, France.The current situation is chaotic, and the more chaotic, the better for the blood race, which makes it easy for the two brothers to survive in Paris.

During the day, Sherlock seeks refuge in the cellar-like gloomy living room, with curtains as thick as mud, and the darker the light, the better, and occasionally comes out at night to steal food—mainly frozen human blood.

He still stubbornly insisted on consuming frozen blood from the hospital, or the blood of dead people brought by his brother.

But in fact, Sherlock has lost interest in cold and stale blood since the night after awakening.He maintains his inexplicable will, against his instinctive will, with a masochistic self-control.

The fantasy of blood spraying from human throats can make him excited for a long time, but he just doesn't want to kill people himself. Maybe it's because he has lived in a very human environment since he was a child, and he has been influenced by it, so he can't make up his mind to kill people thoroughly. They treat human beings like livestock.

Mycroft is different. My brother is a seasoned thief. He lived longer than Sherlock, at least 70 years longer. The owl instantly melted into the shadows, and climbed up the wall silently in a few seconds, moving faster than a cat.Ordinary humans other than vampire hunters couldn't hunt him down at all. Mycroft would often drink the warm blood of humans in dark alleys and then drift away quietly as if turning into smoke.

Sherlock's nails are getting sharper and harder every day, and if Sherlock wants to, he can even drive them directly/into solid rough wood.

No one noticed his nails or questioned his excessively pale cheeks because he was reclusive and eccentric in nature.Sherlock gradually became fluent and elegant French, great Portuguese, and fluent German.In Paris, Shylock also learned the language of the slums.

He searched for his missing father among the homeless in the slums. The dirty tents with sewage flowing there were the intelligence network that collected the most information in the world, but there was nothing in this intelligence network that Sherlock wanted to get. , his long efforts were in vain.

Sherlock grew up in the human race, he was never isolated, he was mixed in the market, and grew up among the inferior races that needed lung circulation, body odor and sweat, from the age of 8 to his later years 20 years old.

Human beings, the people of the day, are the lower races called livestock by the vampires.

Sherlock is clever and alert. Although his appearance is similar to the humans around him, and he is even several levels more beautiful, but Sherlock has never forgotten in his heart that he is a different kind.

Compared with humans, Sherlock knows that he is superior, not only in terms of intelligence, but also in terms of strength. He is stronger and more agile. He can easily escape into the night and soar in the fog. The important point is that he has a longer lifespan than humans.Instead of using this advantage to hunt his livestock, he expended his energy on chemical experiments that Mycroft could not understand.

Sunshine is the only weakness of the blood clan.

Sherlock Holmes promised in front of his father that he would keep this ultimate secret well.

No matter how much you trust humans, they will not tell him.

However, Shylock's life in Paris is humble and boring.He began to want more, he read a lot, whenever he had the opportunity, he read books, and what he read was definitely not the poetry collections and novels that ordinary people could hold in their hands after dinner.

He was almost suspected by humans once or twice, but he could always find an excuse to shirk.

Once a neighbor starts to look at him with doubts, Sherlock will carefully avoid people's eyes and ears, and start to move, because he knows that those cunning humans will test him, and will try to expose him to the sun to test him. Is it the kind of monster I guessed in my heart?

Sherlock kept moving, and after moving, Mycroft almost lost all contact with him.

But fortunately, Sherlock is already 20 years old. He has grown taller and his arms are stronger. He doesn't need Mycroft as a guide to follow behind him. Sherlock can protect himself by himself.

He encountered a turning point while walking at night.

Sherlock happened to meet a wealthy Hawaiian businessman on the path that was opaque to humans and had no obstacles to him, and was running away from the thieves behind him in a hurry.

The wealthy businessman took all his belongings and exchanged them into gold and silver coins. The total amount was astonishing.Of course it wasn't because he hung all the gold and silver coins on the surface of his clothes, but because Sherlock's clever ears heard the sound of his running. If Sherlock was willing to spend a little more time, he might Use your ears to count the number of gold coins and silver coins in the rich businessman's luggage.

In short, this rich businessman rushed out like this, and made him a passer-by. Those thieves planned to rob him, and when the thieves shot and killed the rich businessman without blinking an eye, they aimed at him without hesitation. Sherlock Holmes has a shot in the chest/shot.

Sherlock didn't even dodge. For the first time in his life, he was injured in a real sense. The force and pain of the impact suddenly swept his whole body, and the blow made him fall to the wall.He immediately judged it in a very short time, the bullet hit his stomach impartially, and a lot of blood gushed out.

But suddenly, the blood flow slowed down and the pain lessened.

Sherlock stood at the base of the wall, and one of the thieves lit a match, illuminating his appearance, which was terrifying.

Sherlock's face was pale, and his chest was covered with blood.

A strange feeling suddenly overwhelmed Sherlock, he had never felt this way.

The moonlight fell through the shabby eaves, the merchant was bleeding under his feet, the taste of the blood, the heat almost penetrated the air deeply into the end of his nostrils, Sherlock's body began to scream.

Before he had time to clearly realize what he was doing, in short, he had already thrown himself on the merchant at his feet.

The thieves lost their complacent laughter and calm expressions in an instant, and then they lit the second long and thin match, watching Sherlock lying on the ground, covering the body that had not yet died.

Sherlock listened carefully to the sound of dying breath in the merchant's throat, it was so faint, but the blood was still hot enough to burn Sherlock's fingertips, Sherlock held his unfamiliar neck with his hands, and there was something irresistible. Something caught Sherlock Holmes' mind.

Sherlock's hand stretched out towards his dying body. Sherlock's nails were very sharp and tough, and they brutally tore his throat. Watching the blood in the throat flow out from the depths of the merchant's chest like a fountain.

Sherlock buried his head in, mouthing too much, causing him to choke on the fresh, thick blood.

Sherlock grunted twice, knelt at the feet of the thieves, held the merchant's neck in the light of the match, and greedily tasted the tempting human blood.Sherlock was trembling with excitement, his sharp teeth and tongue kept sucking the black and red blood spurted from the merchant's body.

The merchant's hands convulsed in the pale moonlight.

Ultimately losing all struggle and movement, he died.

It was Sherlock who cut him off.

Sherlock is tantamount to indirect murder.Finally ushered in this day.

Sherlock is still not full, but the person is dead. For him, the dead blood has lost more than half of its allure. He has regained some thinking ability and composure. Sherlock turned his head under the moonlight, his cheeks The thieves were stunned for a moment, and then ran away, even forgetting to snatch the gold and silver coins, and shouted like crazy people, fleeing, fleeing, fleeing on the streets of Paris. far away.The people who were awakened pushed open the windows and poked their heads out, wanting to find out what horrible deeds happened.Some people also misunderstood that the enemy's army entered the city.

These movements prevented Sherlock from going directly to his new residence a few steps away that night, and he could only stay in the cellar of a burnt and abandoned farmhouse until the next day.

Although Sherlock is 20 years old, his face will not grow and age anymore, no matter how long it takes, a wrinkle on his face will not increase, he will be young for a long time, beauty and youth coexist, and it will not grow until hundreds of years pass With a strand of white hair that is not very eye-catching, it tells about his vicissitudes of life experience.

The age of 20 is considered an adult among humans, but it is still a child among blood races.

It was this night that broke through the dawn-like turning point, allowing him to officially take the first step of blood adulthood: absorbing the blood of living people.

That night he woke up in the cellar of the farmhouse, covered in dried blood, his blood, and the blood of the businessman who died tragically, and his fingers were tight with dry liquid.There was a numb feeling of overexcitement in his mouth, which was completely different from the human blood he had swallowed in a glass cup before, almost two completely different tastes.

He remembered what his father had said.

Sherlock finally knows what "involuntary" is.

Only fresh human blood could give him comfort, and Sherlock sat up straight from the cellar, full of heart, very full, feeling so healthy and strong in his life.He caressed his chest that had been shot. There was a hole in his shirt, but the skin was intact. He felt sick to his stomach and retched a few times to the side. The hard bullet that could not assimilate with his muscle tissue actually came out of his stomach. Spit it out.

Suddenly Sherlock felt terrified.

Once again, he realizes that he is different. He is a different kind, a special race, but he grew up among human beings since he was a child. This is probably something that his father and his brother did not expect.

Originally, Sherlock was so close to human life to hide the secrets of their Sherlock Holmes family. Unexpectedly, this original intention made Sherlock have a strong and indescribable bond with human beings. His feelings are no different from human beings, yes , even though his nature is so bloodthirsty, he still has feelings. He admits to the outside world that he is a freak, but he is not willing to accept the truth that he is a beast in his heart.

Sherlock Holmes has a bit of a different mindset from ordinary people and acts arbitrarily, but he is not a monster.This is his pure thought.

Sherlock sat there in the cellar, fighting his instincts, oh, how good it was to have that sweet, hot blood melting in his mouth, but at the same time, Sherlock was determined immediately, stubbornly to change the way he lived. , must not let this happen again.

Sherlock vowed to cleanse himself of his sins, from the inside out.

He persisted for several nights.

During the day, he stayed in an expensive hotel, but he would not be disturbed by ordinary people in the market. Anyway, it was easy for him to get money. At night, he desperately studied at his desk in difficult and difficult materials, so as to divert his attention.

This persistent persistence continued until the third night. Sherlock felt strangely uncomfortable at the hotel desk. He had never been sick, and the gunshot wound he suffered a few days ago had long since healed.He has been enduring this feeling, until the fourth night, when Sherlock tried his best to tear the wallpaper with his claws, he finally understood what this feeling was.

hunger and thirst.

Incomparable hunger and thirst.

He roared hoarsely in the room, almost going crazy, he ordered a meal to be delivered to the room, and specifically asked the chef to make the steak full of blood, it is best not to fry it at all, and the steak with cumin floating in it was pushed into the room When he came, he was completely indifferent to the silver dinner plate, but suddenly swallowed twice at the exposed neck of the waiter who delivered the food.

Sherlock quickly closed the door to block the temptation of blood, and he tore open the bloody steak with his bare hands, naively thinking that it could quench his hunger and thirst.

Sherlock completely ate the meat and all the blood on the plate, and stood in front of the window trying to calm his frenzied heart, but it didn't work at all.

In less than 20 minutes, Sherlock rushed to the street, put on his overcoat, got into a dark alley, grinded his sharp and cold fangs, and waited.

The first person to pass by was a young woman.

Sherlock's eyes retracted all her beauty, admiring his luck to meet this beauty, the feeling in his stomach was burning like a fire, and the other Sherlock who was oppressed was trying to yell to dissuade him itself.

Soon the snarling good Sherlock was consumed by the flames of lust in an instant, leaving him with nothing but hunger.

It was over so quickly, Sherlock almost snapped her head back.

Afterwards he cried.

The author has something to say:

As a preview, John Watson plays a very important role. Don’t think that he will not appear. He will take a step back and will come out on time in Chapter 4

I think I’ve only written about Fuhua more vigorously recently, especially when she was hurt so badly by Shenxia 3

Basically, it will be maintained at the speed of the daily update, but I can't tell

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