Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

John Watson was sitting on the sofa downstairs, his father rustling the heavy ledger, John Watson turned his head and glanced at his room wistfully, he had turned his head hundreds of times, his father was afraid He would wonder if his son's cervical spine has some strange problems like cramps.

His father was talking to him about some accounts, but John Watson didn't hear all of them. His ears were on the upper floor, and he carefully watched the door of his room. All his attention was focused on the locked door. Hands on, will Sherlock be bored in his ordinary little room?Will Sherlock just leave because he's bored and get busy with other things?And then John Watson has to wait until the next time Sherlock thinks of him to reunite with him?

John Watson drank the sherry to the bottom, burning his stomach.

He heard a cough coming from the back of his head, he saw his grandma actually changed into a very formal dress in the middle of the night, he saw his mother come down the stairs holding hands by his sister, he The mother was also dressed neatly, and the younger sister's nightgown was also replaced with a one-piece dress. Dad looked at their formation in surprise, "What? You all have insomnia together? Why? You are going out at 2 o'clock in the middle of the night dressed like this walk?"

John Watson was even more surprised. He stayed on the sofa and didn't know what to do. Grandma came over excitedly and sat in her chair, "Here it is? Finally here? The girl visited late at night? The one called Sherlock? Big Going to someone else's house in the middle of the night, oh, her style is really..." Grandma shook her head, and immediately smiled again, "You locked her in the room, didn't you?"

Ha Liye grinned in front of her mother, "It's not a lady, you all guessed wrong, it's a man."

Dad froze for a moment, "Wait a minute, I don't know what's going on right now. Can any of you ladies come forward and explain to me?" inherited.

Harley said childishly, "There is someone in my brother's room! It must be that person named Sherlock! My brother locked his room! He refused to show his face to that person!"

"Oh, when did you come in?" Dad stared at John Watson's face. "I didn't hear the bell at the front door. You sneaked him in from the backyard? Then why didn't you let someone come down and say hello to us? He Is it a man? Who is he? Your new friend? Your patient? Or your colleague? Who is he?"

"John, why doesn't he come down? It's so rude. I thought you had to be friends with at least some educated..."

The upstairs door rattled a little, and the lock was released from the inside. John Watson's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he couldn't move up or down there. He squeezed the glass tightly, but he didn't hear the sound of footsteps.

"He's coming down..." Harriet's voice was full of panic. After she finished speaking, everyone stood up from the living room, including John Watson. They walked out and gathered at the foot of the stairs , every face is full of anticipation, they are motionless, they don't even blink their eyes, the eyes are full of hope waiting for a miracle to come.

John Watson saw a long, white hand on the corner of the banister, and he walked slowly down.

The whole house was dead silent, no sound, no movement, only the breathing of John Watson's family could be heard.

John Watson has seen many beautiful things, he has had many beautiful things himself, but when he sees Sherlock Holmes, there is no beauty like that, any beauty.

Noble, handsome, magnificent, charming, charming, any words are too weak to express the beauty of Sherlock. He is the king of this land. Sherlock came down from the stairs silently, looking down at them. A group of ordinary people, his bright and snow-white face was dappled and blurred by the dim candlelight, illusory, Sherlock seemed to emerge from the darkness, and John Watson's family was immediately fascinated by the misty eyes, and couldn't help it. Eyes wide open, mouth open, stupidly froze at the bottom of the steps.

Hariye raised her head with a surprised expression, and repeated softly, "Like the moon..."

Sherlock smiled and stood in front of the family. He took off his coat and was probably staying on John Watson's cot. The black suit fit him very well, and the collar of his shirt was open without a tie. "Good evening, I'm Sherlock Holmes, I came late at night as a guest, originally I just wanted to have a quiet and alone chat with John, but it seems that I woke up all of you unintentionally."

They were still in a state of shock beyond words.

John Watson laughed dryly, walked forward, and stood in front of Sherlock, "Yes, this is... this is the Sherlock you are talking about every day... Sherlock Holmes..."

"Not a girl? Isn't Sherlock a girl?" Grandma kept staring at Sherlock's beautiful eyelashes, the fan-like eyelashes drooping down, scanning all creatures with an arrogant and noble, cold but polite look. Grandma took a step forward, as if Wanting to go forward and count his eyelashes, as if he wanted to reach out and grab Sherlock and shake him hard to confirm whether he was a man or a ghost, whether it was real or not, John Watson hurriedly blocked his grandma's movements.

"Mr. Holmes, hello, let us... go to the dining room for a drink or two." Old Watson tugged at his crumpled nightgown and walked into the dining room with a dazed attitude. John Watson's mother looked at him in horror. He glanced at Sherlock, quickly lowered his eyelids, followed old Watson into the dining room, and grandma also walked in, leaving Harriet still staring at Sherlock.

Sherlock tilted his head, "You're wondering if I'm a killer, Harriet, I'm not a killer, and I won't do any harm to your brother, he's cute, and I wouldn't want to kill him anyway. "

Harley was startled, and ran towards her mother's arms in a frightened trot, not daring to take a step closer to Sherlock.

John Watson looked at Sherlock complainingly, and lowered his voice, "Can you show off your mind reading skills less? My sister is still so young, she will be scared by you and have nightmares for a week! Why did you leave the room? Come on down?! It’s all right now! How are you going to deal with my family! I originally wanted to sneak away! Don’t let them know!”

"No, John, they all know in their hearts that you're leaving, and they all know that I'm the one who's come to take you away, and they all know, and they're all afraid, and I can feel their trembling souls, and they're afraid of me. "

John Watson muttered what he meant, and led him into the brightly lit restaurant. Sherlock, with his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes as he walked. After extinguishing a few candles to soften the light, Sherlock relaxed his brows, stretched his eyebrows, and sat down in the dining chair gracefully. His father stood opposite him, poured a few glasses of chilled wine, and placed them in front of him. , also placed in front of John Watson.

"Holmes? I've never heard of this surname... It's a little rare, and it doesn't seem to be from London? But your accent is an authentic London accent." The father tried to talk to him.

"This is an ancient surname." Sherlock shook the wine glass, put it to his mouth, and drank the wine in one gulp.

His father stared at his generous drinking capacity, so he had to reach out and fill another glass for him. Sherlock picked up the glass and drank it upside down. John Watson sat next to him and quietly tugged at the corner of his clothes under the table. "Stop drinking..."

Sherlock licked his mouth, "Sorry, I'm thirsty."

"It's okay, it's okay..." His father poured wine for him politely, "An ancient surname, ah, are you a nobleman?"

Sherlock looked at him. There was terrible darkness lurking in those gray pupils. Old Watson couldn't help shaking his hands. The wine almost spilled out of the bottle. Sherlock held the bottle with two fingers, The nails that were sharper than ordinary people gently buckled on the glass bottle.

It was obvious that my father swallowed in fear and made a gurgling sound, which echoed in the dining room.

Sherlock sighed as if he was overwhelmed, recalling the past seemed difficult and painful for him, Sherlock frowned, "I am indeed a nobleman, but it was a long time ago, so long ago I can barely remember, I used to live in London, I spent my childhood in London, I picked up my accent from there, and I can’t change it anywhere.”

"Yes, the native dialect cannot be changed."

There was a sudden silence during the dinner, John Watson broke out in a nervous sweat, he looked at his father guiltily, and then at his mother guiltily, it turned out that his family knew that he was determined to leave He ran away from home, and knew that the purpose of Sherlock's coming was to take him away.

"Uh...Mr. Holmes, are you a businessman? What kind of business do you do? Is it related to medicinal materials?"

Sherlock stared at him with a deep gaze, and there was a clear light in that gaze, "What you want to know is not this, what you want to know is why I found your son."

"Damn it...you god damned devil! I won't let you take my John away! You'll let him be swallowed up by darkness! You'll take him to hell!" Grandma didn't have the patience to beat around the bush with him, she Excitedly, he kept yelling and cursing in the chair, "God damn devil, you will implicate my John!"

Sherlock glanced at her.

John Watson slammed his fist on the table, "Don't blame him! I'm going to go with him! A long trip, yes, that's what I'm going on, I'm going on a long journey, my lord father , my lord mother, my grandmother, I’m going outside for a while, I don’t know how long I’m going, I don’t know where I’m going, but I’ll be home.”

"Will you let him come back? Will you?" Mom looked anxiously at Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock stared at her sadly, without answering.

"My God, you don't know if you can get him back, do you, my God, why did you have to pick my son...why did it have to be John, there are so many people in this world, why did you have to pick my son on this night Come to my house and take our John away?"

John Watson clenched his fists, and he shook his head, "I knew it wouldn't make sense to you, so I wanted to hide it from you, I know it's not filial for me to do so, my grandma, my father and my mother Mom, and my Harriet, I know I'll let you down if I leave...but...Sherlock needs me."

Sherlock turned to look at him.

"Damn it, maybe it's my wishful thinking, maybe he doesn't need me, maybe he doesn't need me at all, I can't let him go, I can't stand him on that train, but I can only sit at home, before I met him I don't have any complaints about my life, but now it's different, I'm on it."

"John, my fool, he doesn't look ordinary, he looks dangerous..."

"I want to take John Watson away." Sherlock stood up, he first looked at John Watson's father with his eyes, stayed deep in the eyes of the old father, imprinted his tough attitude inside, and then he looked To John Watson's mother, he only looked at it for two seconds, then turned his attention to John Watson's grandma, "I want to take John Watson away, please let me take him away."

The attitude of the father and mother took a sharp turn in an instant, they both nodded obediently at Sherlock, their big blank eyes were empty, and they echoed, "Please take him away, please take him away as you like .”

Sherlock nodded in satisfaction, and then kept staring at grandma, who grabbed the armrest of the chair angrily, and met his direct gaze, "You, don't want me to give in."

"Let John come with me, please."

"I don't! I don't agree!"

"Let him, come with me." Sherlock's voice was full of irresistible power, he took a step closer to grandma, raised his arrogant palm, and placed it on grandma's forehead, Sherlock turned to use a very Wen Wen smiled softly and said, "I like him, and I will try my best to protect him. I dare say his life is more important than mine. I can promise you this. Please let John follow me."

Sherlock moved his hand down, a cloud of mist appeared in Grandma's old eyes, she finally nodded obediently in the chair, "Yes, you should take him away, he wants this, he is just taking risks Old, he can't stay at home, you can take him away, I have no objection."

Sherlock smiled slightly, then turned to look at John Watson, "Look, John, your family has agreed."

"Damn it! You fucking hypnotized my whole family!" John Watson stared at him angrily with wide eyes, "Is there any aftereffect of this hypnosis!"

Sherlock just smiled and pulled him up from the dining chair, and hugged him sideways. John Watson held the crutch by his shoulder, and his other hand tightened his neck, surprised, "What! Now immediately Walk?"

"Of course, that's not how it should be. When you called me, you wanted me to take you away right away. Oh, I understand. You want me to stay at your house for two more days?"

"No! Don't! You hypnotized them this time, and you will do worse things to them next time!"

"Okay then, hold tight, I'll take you to chase my fire dragon." Sherlock said, and took a few steps towards the French windows. Right now, the silver light fell on the two of them.

John Watson looked over Sherlock's arm and looked at his family. Dad, mother, and grandma all watched him obediently and smiled at the dining table. Harriet shed two lines of tears, and she ran towards John Watson in horror. In the past, Oh Sherlock forgot about her or deliberately didn't take her seriously.

In short, Harley stretched out her arms in great fear, and chased John Watson with both feet, "Brother! Brother! Don't go!"

"Harry! Goodbye..." Before John Watson finished speaking, he jumped into the air, and the arrogant wind swept him. John Watson leaned on Sherlock's arm, looking down at Harriet standing In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, a small figure stretched his arms helplessly toward him.

"Oh shit, why didn't you hypnotize my sister too! She's going to pass out from crying!"

"You were worried about the aftereffects of hypnosis before, my John, you are really complicated, and I was very confused by you."

John Watson noticed that Sherlock was not really flying. He was running. The speed was extremely fast, there was no jolt at all, and his movements were very agile and gorgeous. After a while, Sherlock took him away from Hyde. Park, leaving the main road, and with a blinding gallop, flashed into the jungle, and it was not long before they were sprinting along the little road to the silence of the night, and the surroundings seemed desolate and lonely.

Half running, half jumping, running, the road became narrow and winding, lined with clumps of ponderosa pines and longleaf pines, and magnolias, cypresses, and rubberwoods, and live oaks whose branches overlapped at the tops. Together, it makes John Watson feel as if he is going through a long, dark tunnel.John Watson was surprised to find that they were already in the suburbs, and the time was less than 20 minutes!Normally, John Watson wanted to go outing in the countryside, and he had to sit in a carriage for more than an hour.

The branches were low overhead, blocking the moonlight, and John Watson could hardly see anything except the whistling landscape, but Sherlock never slowed down, his eyes still perceptive in the dark night.

Finally, the dark and silvery railway appeared on their left. On the dark and silent mud, the moon cast a pale light, and fireflies flickered in the lazy night. John Watson could hear the deep voice of spring cicadas He smelled the fragrance of plants wafting from the wild, and dense weeds grew under the towering old trees on both sides. This is probably the last ordinary night in his ordinary life, John Watson thought, although this An ordinary night is enough to make him feel very exciting.

He took a deep breath, sucking in all the smells of the London night air, sweet and rotten.

Sherlock smiled at him, "You look a little sentimental."

Then Sherlock slowed down. He put John Watson down, "I forgot my coat in your room."

"I'm still in my damn pajamas and I don't have any luggage."

Sherlock motioned to him, "Get on my back."

John Watson took heavy steps, his bare feet stepped on the mud, and threw himself on Sherlock's back. Sherlock bent down and looked ahead, "I'm going to speed up. Did you see my dragon tail? It Not far away."

"I'm blind at night, you say," muttered John Watson, lying on his back.

"I can see far and far, and I can run very fast. Similarly, I can carry heavy and heavy living people." Sherlock laughed, that proud, affectionate and innocent Laughter, like children playing some kind of catch-up game, made John Watson keep imagining Sherlock's childhood and what he looked like in childhood.

John Watson clenched his cane tightly and hugged him nervously. The wind whistled past his ears. Sherlock galloped forward. The distance was getting closer and closer. John Watson could finally see the fire dragon standing on top of his head. Sherlock didn't look at the white smoke column, but focused on the front. Many fireflies were floating densely in the weeds. In front of him was the roaring train, and the siren was calling for his master.

The Scarlet Rebirth was half-lit and half-dark under the moonlight. The thick smoke and flames from the tall black chimneys rose into the air and floated towards the bright moon. Sherlock caught up with a distance of about twenty yards. In the wilderness, running beside the fire dragon, it was almost on par with this steel behemoth.

The giant iron beast was smoking from its nostrils and howling in its throat. John Watson was lying on Sherlock's back, and he could see under the wheels beside him, the thick rollers spit out fiery debris, and the sparks flew everywhere. toss.

"Is it fun, John?"

"My grandma is right. You are like a lion. I have never seen anyone run so fast."

"Not every vampire can run so fast. My speed comes from exercise."

"You are truly incomparable!"

"Thank you John, I like to hear you say that, and you mean it without envy."

"But you are also... indeed a little scary..."

Sherlock smiled twice, "Hurry up, I'm going to catch this dragon."

John Watson quickly strangled him by the shoulders, billowing steam spewed out of the chimney again, Sherlock stretched out his arms, and even grabbed the train that was running wildly forward. The teeth rotated rapidly, setting off a dazzling spark, like comets embedded in the belly of the train, Sherlock jumped, and John Watson whimpered involuntarily on his back.

"Wow!" John Watson hugged him for a long time, until there was no movement, and then he opened his eyes. Sherlock put him off his back, hugged John Watson's shoulders, and stood side by side with him. On the roof of the train, John Watson poked his cane straight into the ground, and the Milky Way was pouring a torrent of silvery light toward the horizon, like a shimmering waterfall falling backwards from the sky.

Sherlock had seen enough of the stars, he found that John Watson was shivering from the cold in the arrogant wind, so he took him by the hand and led him into the carriage.

"I kidnapped you John!"

"You can only succeed if I am willing to go with you!"

"I thought you'd never let that little bat fly again."

"But you said that I was attracted to you at first sight, my heart has already fallen on this train, you are right, Sherlock, I sometimes feel that you know me very well, not because of your mind reading skills, You know me from other sources."

"Not only can I hear a lot of secrets from your voice, but I can also see more secrets from your eyes. As long as you are careful, you will not miss any of your small movements. Every movement has a meaning. If you frown, just like you curl your lips, it is completely different when you are really angry and pretending to be angry, I feel very happy, I have not been so happy for a long time."

"why?"

"I feel like I'm not so alone anymore."

They collided face to face in the carriage, John Watson looked at his face with a smile, the train rumbled forward under his feet, John Watson's heart suddenly burst into a sharp throbbing pain, because the beating was too fast, As if someone had whipped him, he couldn't breathe, he looked at Sherlock's face from a close distance, and he was also smiling, that smiling face was purer than the stars, those misty gray eyes tempered the damn alluring Light, they stared at each other for a long, long time, with nothing but smiles and gasps left between each other.

John Watson stood on tiptoe and pressed his lips to it.

It was the first time that Sherlock trembled so much in front of him, and the arms that hugged John Watson were trembling with strong emotion.

John Watson feels that there are countless touches in this trembling, the touch born of John Watson, he is the king of the blood clan, he is high and mighty, he sucks blood for a living, John Watson kisses him, not because of his identity , he could be a vampire, a human, he could be a man, a woman, or neither, John Watson didn't care.

The author has something to say:

When chasing the train with Xiaohua on his back, there is always a feeling of Inuyasha messing around. What is it all about?

I have a very good idea about the ending [No, let’s start talking about the ending so soon

Xiao Hua can be a vampire, and Xiao Xia can also be a vampire, and then they live until the 21st century

Xiaoxia started working as a detective when she had nothing to do. . .Then there are all kinds of daily life in 221B. . .

Of course, generally, the plots I casually talk about rarely actually develop like this.

And this chapter is too sweet. .There seems to be a bad omen in it

update tomorrow

Tomorrow cheap!