Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Sherlock smiled at him in the crowd of two women, "I was just looking outside...doing other things, I almost forgot to thank you, doctor, you saved me from the pain of suffering , thank you, John, I also promise, I will not drink your blood again, although it is extremely delicious and evocative, but I will not touch a blood vessel of yours, anyway, you are not my mobile blood bank, You are here as a guest, I have to treat you as a distinguished guest, I will not treat you so rudely again, I made you feel...uncomfortable, maybe I should apologize again..."

"No, you just need to tell me whether your damn heart has grown or not."

Miss Adler put her moon-like palm into Sherlock's suit jacket, and touched the surface of his soft shirt, "Unfortunately, his external injuries have healed, but his internal injuries are still there, you Knowing that it is not easy to grow a new heart, if I chop off your hands and feet, you will still be in pain for several months."

John Watson's heart was trembling. He didn't know how Sherlock could still jump so lively without a heart. He led him to climb to the bottom of the moon. Maybe he was really powerful, beyond all imagination, but John Watson didn't know much about the blood race, and the details he knew were all from legends, and Sherlock also said that a large part of the legends were rumors and falsehoods.

All in all, vampires are scary.

From Miss Adler's conversation with Jaileen, I learned that the horrific Mrs. Hudson didn't want to mix with them young people. She was always missing at night, maybe taking a night walk with a bat. Now, she will only rarely show up in those big scenes where no one is in charge, making decisions for Sherlock in the car, she is like Sherlock's deputy, a deputy commander who cannot be provoked, and Sherlock's assistant is not His brother Mycroft.

Mycroft didn't seem to be nosy, nor burdened with any heavy responsibilities, carefree and free.

"Are you going to go out to bask in the sun later?" John Watson felt a little thirsty. He just had the thought of drinking water in his mind. Before he opened his mouth, Mycroft pressed the call to communicate with the kitchen. key.

After a while, the waiter brought water and whiskey, as well as small snacks on John Watson's elbow. This mind-reading technique would not be too annoying if used in the right place. John Watson gratefully mixed the whiskey Water, take a big gulp.

Jielin hugged him tightly in the arms of the unruly blood, "My Sherlock, don't go, ignore those people, they don't believe you, but I believe you, you are the king, you are the master, I am willing to follow you , no one can defeat you, even the sun, but you don’t really need to go outside to bask in the sun for those nasty guys, you don’t need to prove it.”

Sherlock lowered his eyelids and looked at her coldly, "I know what you have done without telling me, I also know that you always want to get a servant, you look down on the waiter in the car, that's why you don't do it, you like handsome You are also an honest type, so you always think that you are going to catch a living person in the wild outside, and every time you go out with me, you always inadvertently reveal your wish, Jielin, I regret it, I gave it Your life..."

"No! Sherlock! You misunderstood me! I'm so kind! I must be the kindest kind of blood, look at your doctor...he's still sitting in front of you, isn't he, his blood hasn't shed Come to my mouth, but Sherlock, blood-sucking is the nature of vampires...you can't suppress my nature, it's painful and tormenting, I haven't touched the blood of a living person for a long time, Sherlock you a few days ago I’m so pitiful if I can still have a few mouthfuls, the blood clan’s domestication of servants doesn’t violate any rules, doesn’t it, doesn’t it matter whether he left me because of hypnosis, isn’t he willing.” Jielin’s senility White Fang poked her head out as she spoke, a hideous grin which transformed her sly face into a hideous mask of a smile.

Sherlock seemed strongly displeased by her words. He immediately pushed Jielin away, took three big strides, and walked quickly and firmly through the dimly lit library, snatching his brother's private bottle of wine from his desk. Fill a glass and hand it to Jielin, "Drink it!" He ordered fiercely.

Jielin forbeared at him for a while, with a dissatisfied expression, took the wine glass, raised her neck and drank it dry, then she calmed down a lot, and her teeth became less scary, looking at John Watson's eyes It is no longer so insidious and vicious.

The library was extremely quiet. After John Watson ate two small snacks, he began to snore on the seat. When he woke up, he found Miss Adler and Jielin lying on Sherlock's lap, like lazy The cat is dozing, Mycroft's book is almost at the end, they are far away from the banquet hall, do not want to touch the cheerful atmosphere there, this scene makes John Watson feel that they are waiting for something, John Watson later realized come over.

They are so serious, they are waiting for the dawn, waiting for the sunrise, the expression on Sherlock's face is real.

Miss Adler was a little nervous, she sat up, her purple eyes looked at the roof of the car, "It's almost dawn." Miss Adler stood up, walking around the library anxiously, "I have to go back to the wing to rest , Sherlock! Don't be self-willed! Don't be angry with those blind people! They don't deserve it! The rain has completely stopped, and today will be a sunny day, new and brilliant, Sherlock, you won't like the sunshine The color, the gold, you won't like it! You'll pay for it!"

"I'm ready." Sherlock said without fear. He stood up, buttoned his suit, walked to John Watson, and smiled politely, "John, would you like to have a drink with me? Let's celebrate." sunrise."

John Watson shrugged in his chair. "A drink? All right, nothing wrong, but what's there to celebrate at sunrise."

Thank goodness Sherlock picked up the bottle of whiskey instead of the private brew. To be honest, John Watson had a great shadow on the wine. He almost trembled when he saw it, and his stomach tightened. Sherlock poured two glasses of wine, "Sunrise is magnificent. Isn't it worth drinking two glasses of good things?" He handed a glass of wine to John Watson.

John Watson stood up in front of him, "Sherlock, I don't say clearly, I feel weird in my heart, and what you are going to do makes me uneasy. Let me ask you again, what are you really?" A vampire who is not afraid? Does the sun have no effect on you?"

Sherlock smiled slightly, "It will be revealed later, John, cheers."

Then they walked out of the library. Miss Adler, Jaileen and Mycroft stayed in the dim library. Just as John Watson left, the oil lamp went out, and the whole wing was shrouded in darkness. The rest of the vampires were afraid to come out in the banquet hall with the curtains drawn tightly. The servants followed behind Sherlock with their heads down, causing the entire aisle of the carriage to be full of people. John Watson turned his head and walked from them. Only fear could be found on the face.

Two waiters squeezed out of the crowd, holding a long windbreaker, Sherlock stretched his graceful arms into the sleeves, and the collar stood up, Sherlock closed his eyes at the exit of the carriage, solemn and cautious, making John Watson feel that he Are you praying to some kind of god?

The red light of the sunrise fluttered faintly among the mountains. Sherlock took a step forward. John Watson noticed that he hesitated, but the hesitation was fleeting. Sherlock raised his head and stood outside the train, facing In the field, facing the mountains that hide the burning sun, John Watson and his servants followed him, surrounded him, standing firmly on this unobstructed flat ground, and the velvet curtains in the train were drawn. Tight, but none of the vampires were asleep, none of them, they were all inside, waiting with bated breath like John Watson to see what would happen to their king in the end.

John Watson took a step forward, and Lestrade held his arm firmly beside him, shaking his head to signal not to approach Sherlock Holmes.

John Watson felt that he was more majestic standing in the light of dawn. His chiseled profile was covered with a layer of mist and red light, like a veil, and Sherlock raised his head slightly, as if he was awake. The lion watched the lonely things on the cliff, and John Watson sighed in his heart, this desolate and desolate world, due to the existence of Sherlock Holmes, added a touch of incredible and amazing color.

In an instant, the sun shines through the clouds and shines on the dew-condensed treetops. The brilliance of the sunrise quickly sweeps every inch of land. The gold-plated decorations on the front of the train reflect the sunlight and shine brightly. The golden rays of light, the city in the distance was covered with a bright light, the warm sunlight rushed towards the face, and each golden light had a sharp edge, piercing towards Sherlock's body densely, the first piece The bright sun fell straight between Sherlock's handsome brows.

John Watson's heart stopped beating.

It took a few seconds to continue agitating, he felt himself sweating all over, and the sun was rising higher and higher, Sherlock turned his face and said weakly, "I'm going for a walk."

"What? You alone? Sherlock? That's enough, you hurry back to the car now! Those vampires don't dare to talk anymore!" Lestrade took a step forward anxiously, with his extremely worried expression It made John Watson very nervous.

"Will Sherlock die if he doesn't get in the car?" John Watson subconsciously asked the most inappropriate question.

Sherlock just said very tiredly and coldly, "Do you think I'm dead? I said I'm going to take a walk in the hot sun, so I have to go for a walk, and I'll be back."

After Sherlock finished speaking, his figure jumped forward. John Watson watched him stepping into the field full of sunshine in front of the car. John Watson cursed, threw off Lestrade's pull, and leaned on the Chasing after him with a cane, "Damn it, I am also qualified to take a walk in the morning, why don't you pull me up!"

John Watson hurriedly followed towards the field leaning on crutches. He looked back and saw that the servants were being driven into the carriage by Lestrade. The curtain thicker than the jungle was shaking in the carriage, hiding a group of people inside. The vampires who stayed out and watched the excitement.

Those cowards!Those... despicable... things!John Watson cursed fiercely in his heart. Although he didn't know anything, he also learned something from it. These blood races don't really worship and love their train conductors. They just rely on Sherlock's power. Once Sherlock's ability is insufficient, once Sherlock becomes humble and weak, these blood races are guaranteed to turn around and go to others immediately.

Damn, break the vampire, break the rule.Sherlock got these broken followers in exchange for his sincerity. Thinking about it, he became very angry.John Watson smashed the crutch into the mud that had not been moistened by the rain, and cursed incessantly.

Why does he have to subdue this group of bloodthirsty monsters who have no emotion or heart!Why!John Watson kicked away a stone angrily. He said that he wanted the vampires under his feet to no longer be enemies of human beings, no longer to kill for a living, and to understand the concept that all things have dreams. Oh, if Sherlock wears To wear a priest's robe must be a saint, win over all hypocritical human philanthropists.

John Watson was greatly moved, but also heartbroken. Apart from this extreme method, can there be another way?For example... like fucking preaching to these blood races, reading a Bible and Grimm's fairy tales in front of them, telling them that human beings are so cute, please don't rip their throats casually, John Watson shook his head, thinking Sherlock is extremely smart, he must have tried this method in his long eternal life, and persuasion may not work for the vampires, so he had to use the most direct force to subdue them.

Shylock gave them protection, and Shylock became their king, so they followed Shylock's advice and stopped drinking the blood of living people.

Oh my God, why!Who the hell is Sherlock!He is obviously a vampire!His nature is to suck blood!Where did he get mercy!Is his kindness inherent!He's more human than vampire!

John Watson stopped. It was far away from the train. The train turned into a small landscape on the hillside. The black and mottled wagon looked like a thick line drawn at the foot of the mountain from a distance.

It was cool under the shade of the tree, and Sherlock stretched out his hand to support the trunk, and seemed unable to walk.

As John Watson walked forward, Sherlock yelled at him with his back turned, "Be careful! Doctor! If you take one step closer, I'll kill you!"

"Why did you do this? Why?" John Watson said angrily, looking at his tall but tired back, "maybe I don't understand anything, maybe I'm stupid to death in front of you, even one of your train wheels Can't compare, because you only want to tell me something that doesn't hurt, you don't trust me! You say I'm your friend! But you leave me alone, and you are alone when it comes to big things Carry it! I'm a fucking friend? I'm a friend who can only clink glasses with you and give you a kiss on the roof of the car? This goddamn sun, it makes you very uncomfortable! Isn't it! You are in those damn You can’t admit it in front of your blood family, and you can’t admit it in front of me?”

"Go away, how can my weakness be guessed by mediocre people like you, have you seen me die in this sunshine? This sunrise is extremely beautiful, I like to look at it twice."

John Watson clenched his fists tightly. If his heart was harder, he would definitely rush to pull Sherlock's conceited hair out, "Sherlock! Is there something wrong with you! You are a fucking sex/sadist/maniac! You Why do you always abuse/treat yourself! Do you enjoy self/abuse!"

"Huh. You can provoke me as much as you want, and I won't be angry."

"Damn... I look like a fool..." John Watson was going crazy, he looked at Sherlock's trembling shoulders, he was going crazy, and he promised that if Sherlock treated him like a bad guy again, he would be on guard against him , Resisting him, John Watson had to slap his buttocks with a cane, "Sherlock! The look of your back makes me uncomfortable!"

John Watson approached him without hesitation.

"John Watson! I swear if you saw me like this... I would..."

"How dare you fucking do with me." John Watson walked to his shoulder, took a deep breath, lifted the doctor's gentle palm, held his chin, and made him turn his head towards him.

The glare of the sun can't penetrate the dense foliage, and the morning light casts on Sherlock's face from a distance, his lips are swollen and cracked, his burn-blackened skin bursts, and pus-filled blisters emerge from under his jaw , the same blisters are also scattered on the flesh-red chin.

The chin was fondly touched by Jielin's white fingertips last night, and now a whole piece of skin is rolled up from there, revealing the pink flesh underneath.

His gray eyes were pale and white, and a tear of blood oozed from their sunken sockets.

Sherlock smiled coldly at him.

John Watson heard the sound of scorched black flesh cracking at the corner of his mouth, and immediately saw blood-red liquid slowly flow out of the newly opened wound on one of his cheeks.

Sherlock hardly moved, only his lips pursed slightly at the sound of John Watson's rapid breathing.

John Watson looked him straight in the eye.The other party's eyes were full of coldness, as well as the rage of being watched, the kind of cold and threatening anger, he could almost feel that Sherlock was roaring with patience, John Watson didn't mind that he was roaring at himself at this moment, didn't mind that he What to do, even pinch John Watson's neck to vent his anger, no matter how he treats John Watson, it is better than looking at himself with such eyes.

"Have you seen enough?" Sherlock finally asked in a flat tone.

John Watson was silent for a long time. He glanced at those wounds and frowned, "You said you are their master?" Bless them, this is how you bless them? Your eyes are not blind, your vampires, those submissives, they are full of suspicion about you, their loyalty to you is worthless at all, that loyalty is worse than moths Their wings are even more fragile. When the east wind blows, they don't even have roots, and they can be swept away from you in one fell swoop. Once they see you like this, they may immediately cover their mouths and snicker at you. You may be angry because of these bastards. Death. You think you are a king, but you are nothing, and you continue to rule them like this, don't you, Sherlock?"

"I know the risks I'm taking, I've done it before, I'll be out in the sun when I have to, I know my limits, the burns look worse than I thought, but I can live with the pain , and it will pass quickly. By the time the sun sets again, no one will see what happened to me. You know my healing powers, my muscles have begun to return, the blisters have opened, and the dead skin is peeling off, New skin grows back. You've seen it yourself."

Sherlock closed his eyes, and then opened them again. His pupils became unable to focus accurately during the day, and he could only squint all the time. His body slid down uncontrollably.

"Damn it." John Watson held his arm, "I can't let those vampires see you fall from the car window, can you still walk? Let's find someone who is empty... something in the cave..."

Sherlock smiled wryly, "What you're asking is, can I be roasted a little longer? I think I can last a little longer without looking for a cave. Did you just look at me from the tree last night? But I am not worthy of your attention now, there is a gazebo built with thatched sheds in front of me, if you take my hand, I can go there." The voice of the blood lord was so weak that it was hard to hear .

Sherlock smiled when he got under the dark gazebo, "I can't take another step." He looked back at John Watson.

John Watson just silently picked up a pile of hay that hadn't been wet by the rain, spread it on top of the wet grass ears, then took off his coat and spread it, and Sherlock sat down against the hay shed.

For a moment, John Watson didn't know what to say to him. It seemed that it was unnecessary to ask him about his injuries, because apart from his pain, he would recover. There wasn't any sunshine here, which made Sherlock feel much more relaxed.

John Watson rubbed his hands on his knees, checked Sherlock's chin again, "This is really...unbelievable...you are recovering."

Sherlock let out a bitter laugh, "I can even grow a heart, why should you be surprised, think that we and human beings are not equal after all, I am stronger than you, this is a fact," Sherlock said softly Said, "At first I thought that fire could take my life away, but I survived a fire, and unless I was completely burned to ashes, my bones and flesh would grow back, even if I drowned, I could Staying at the bottom of the sea for more than [-] hours, it is very difficult to drown me, and the chances are slim. Even if I shoot my head with a gun, my brain can still regenerate. A shot into the skull cannot be expected to kill me, it will only Let me fall and I'll heal eventually. If I cut off my head and keep my body well, I can keep my head in a cage and play as a parrot for a long time, just put the head back My body will go up, my neck will be reattached, and I won't die even if a holy watered cross and a stake are inserted into my body, let alone the little guys like garlic and silver, they don't care about me use."

Sherlock let out a piercing laugh, as if these narrated stories were all his personal experiences, "If your clansmen were to suffer from any of the blows I mentioned above, they would have died a long time ago, even you I have to worry about the cold and cold, ah," Sherlock said sadly, "I can't say more, my brother would have slapped me if he was by my side, I have said too much, it's not that I don't Trust you, but John, that's the secret of my life, and I must never tell you a weakness that could kill me, not even if we were friends. That's what my father taught me, and I promised him that I would No. So John, don't blame me."

Exhaling heavily, John Watson, barely aware that he was holding his breath, sat down next to Sherlock.

"Satisfied?" Sherlock asked.

"Pretty much," said John Watson. "I'm glad . . . the sun doesn't kill you."

Sherlock curled up his knees, sat back, looked coldly at the ground, there was a dead silence and chill in the air, John Watson tilted his head blankly, wondering about the sudden unpleasant silence, he just said What's wrong?

"Sherlock...you don't look happy."

"I want to tell you... I wanted to tell you just a moment ago... my Achilles' heel is..."

John Watson quickly stuck out a finger in front of him to stop him, with a prudent expression on his face, "Don't, don't tell me, it's too dangerous, I don't want to be the only living person in the world who knows your deathbed, I don't want to, I don't Don't be so special, I just ask you to think of me when you need help, and then there is nothing else to ask for."

The author has something to say:

This is the doctor in the first and second seasons! !that's! !

Not the jerk who refused the threesome in season [-] no no no no! !

Wept angrily. . . .come and comfort me

The next chapter will be updated tomorrow

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