Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

The weather became hotter than yesterday. At noon, the scorching sun shone on the train, as if Vulcan was venting his anger. John Watson was sweating profusely. He put his crutches in the washbasin and carefully cleaned the dried blood stains on them. "I didn't sleep much, in fact I didn't sleep at all." He finished and forced a smile.

Lestrade twisted a rag beside him, shrugged, the massacre in the banquet hall did not seem to be as unbearable to him as John Watson, he seemed to have experienced a lot, "Why don't you go to sleep again. "He said.

"No," John Watson sighed. "No, sleep won't help me. What I need is time to forget about this tragedy. Today we have to deal with the whole banquet hall, shall we?"

"Yes, I don't expect those blood races to be as kind as you, get up and help me wipe the floor, I am a servant, I have to do these rough jobs, I think I will have to work harder in the future, there were originally 36 waiters in the train , now there are only 6 left, and they have moved all the corpses to the open space outside, can you imagine how 6 waiters serve tea and water for more than 100 blood races?"

John Watson doesn't give a shit about that, those lazy, indifferent bastard vampires better get the fuck off the train, they don't deserve to ride Sherlock's dragons, they're ruining Sherlock's dreams.

But he just thought about it angrily for a while, he knew that it was necessary for Sherlock to keep these monsters who would run to suck blood and kill people at any time.

John Watson rolled up his sleeves and looked at the blackened blood stains on the window. He took a deep breath and wiped off the thick blood with a damp cloth. However, the air in the banquet hall was full of blood smell, which would be felt in countless Day and night, it reminds others of what happened here, and these smells cannot be washed away anyway.

John Watson thought to himself, no wonder the whole train smelled of quaint blood and rust. It seemed that there were more than one killing incidents in this century-old train.

In Sherlock's long, lonely, and perilous eternal life, he finally waited for the participation of John Watson. He lowered his head and sighed. He felt that the timing of his appearance was a bit late.

The sun was bright and hot, and John Watson walked out of the carriage on crutches. The iron skin of the Scarlet Rebirth was undulating in the brilliant light, and the golden screws reflected the bright broken light. The fire dragon lay quietly in the sun, like As graceful as Sherlock was, John Watson watched the train for a long time with admiration.

He really wanted to know how much time it would take to realize the dream of Sherlock Holmes, and how much energy would be consumed by Sherlock's pure dream of mutual trust and peaceful coexistence between blood race and human beings.

All of a sudden, looking at Sherlock's incomparably precious fire dragon, John Watson felt the thing he wanted to do the most in his life. He had a goal in his blindness. He was no longer what his father said, just looking for Puppy less than owner.

John Watson's heart beat a drum with excitement.

"Doctor?" Lestrade looked at his dazed expression on the train, trying to wake him up.

John Watson said to himself, "I want to help Sherlock Holmes realize his dream. I don't know what to do, but his dream is now my dream. I will no longer have prejudice against vampires, no matter what. Is it human or other races, there are scum and good, I believe that not every vampire is doomed to be vicious and cruel from the womb, I believe there are always excellent and great vampires, just like Sherlock Holmes, I saw purity in him , and his advantages, he is very rational and intelligent, you can only realize his greatness when he becomes the master of the blood race, and when he exerts his ability, and I, from the first time I saw him, I was sure that he was very excellence."

Lestrade listened stupidly, then interrupted him, "Doctor Watson, what are you talking about? Are you confessing to Sherlock?"

John Watson glared at him, "It's nothing," he said in a hoarse voice, "it's just... just a momentary sigh, damn it, I think too much, let's go, let's get on with what we're doing."

John Watson was stomping, clutching his war-tested crutch in his hand, and he and Lestrade came to a desolate clearing not far from the train, where the soil was barren and no grass grew.

The corpses torn to pieces by Sebastian and his two generals piled up here into a hill.

Lestrade struck a match, lit a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, handed the metal case to John Watson, and the doctor lit his first cigarette, which he inhaled into his lungs. and spit it out, holding back the cough.

"There are 30 dead people here. We don't have time to dig a pit, and we don't have time to build graves one by one. These waiters are on the car and tidy up each compartment. They are in charge of chores, cleaning, cooking, without complaint, just for peace. Waiting to be chosen by blood clans, to become servants, and to obtain eternal life after passing the test, when they boarded the car, they received countless warnings and intimidations just like you, Doctor Watson, remember those terrible things I said to you, I have told these waiters that they still decided to stay as willingly as you, but they have a strong purpose, and you don't ask for anything."

John Watson frowned, he didn't look so embarrassed when he took the second cigarette, the smoke passed through his esophagus much more smoothly, "Isn't Sherlock opposed to sucking the blood of living people?"

"No, what he said is mutual trust and peaceful coexistence. If human beings are willing to donate blood, then blood races are also willing to donate their rituals. This is a bit like doing business, a kind of transaction that you come and go. I think there are still people in this world. What fool would refuse the proposal of eternal life, and in the end I really met you fool."

"I don't like being bitten." John Watson exhaled a puff of white smoke, "I like my human identity."

"You are very assertive." Lestrade said: "But Sherlock is indeed opposed to savage hunting. Every time he stops and goes to those small towns, it is because there are his kind in that town, and there are blood races who are robbing humans. Sherlock got out of the car to look for them, not with murderous intentions, he was a bit like a missionary, you know, the priest took the Bible to the sinner's home, and Sherlock Holmes took a bottle of wine To disturb those vampires who are feeding on human blood, but you should also be able to see that few vampires are willing to take the initiative to suppress their own blood desires. For them, vampirism is not just a means of survival, the process of vampirism It is very pleasant, just like human sex//desire, most of human beings' desire for love is driven by sex//desire. To deter them, you can promise them to help them resist the hunters, otherwise there won't be so many vampires willing to stay on this train."

"En." John Watson nodded, "I knew that was the case, and Sherlock also knew that few of his followers were sincere, but he was very stubborn and insisted on forcing them to obey."

"As stubborn as you, doctor." Lestrade put the burning cigarette butt between his fingers, "These corpses will decay if they are left in the train for a long time, and they will infect people with bacteria. The rest of the living will be bored to death by the maggots and flies on these corpses. In the end, even we will die together. Now, I'd better burn these dead people, don't you agree, doctor, return to dust Dust, ashes return to ashes, and the wind will bring them back to their hometown, and bring them back to their true destination.”

The hillside of the corpse was covered with dry pine needles and thick and flammable trunks, and was poured with pungent kerosene. Lestrade threw the cigarette butt into the pile of corpses. John Watson looked at the cigarette butt in his hand, and he felt that Like a candle, he threw this dim spark into the body as well, and within a few minutes a gigantic flame flared up before them both.

People will forget who they are, their original dreams and enthusiasm in the long isolation, but Sherlock Holmes is not, he has a heart as hot as the center of the earth, maybe he is in the car at the moment, in his dark The cave-like room prays for a splendid prospect.

John Watson stood in front of the fire, smelling the unpleasant smell of death in the air. He knew that he would witness more bloody massacres in the future, one bloody feast after another, and Sherlock's enemies would gather from all directions Coming, fighting in the gloomy and miserable train, good and evil will face-to-face again and again until one side is completely wiped out.

There are ashes of flames all over the mountains, and the disillusioned ashes are blown into the air by the wind. John Watson sat in the car window and watched for a long time. There will be such a day in life, and such an end, he will die under the claws of a hungry devil, or be killed by a vampire hunter who can't distinguish between black and white, and his body will be exposed in the wilderness, his flesh and blood will not be covered, and he will sleep forever In the abyss of death.

But he had promised his parents, his grandma, and his sister that he would go back on this long trip, he would go back.

As the night fell, the wheels started slowly. John Watson turned his head in front of the library window. Sherlock Holmes stood there like a noble moon god. He stared at John Watson with endless affection in his eyes. Even if everything in the world will be gone with the wind, Sherlock Holmes will always exist in the life of John Watson.

"Here I am, John," Sherlock called to him.

John Watson smiled, and waited in the chair for his moving figure to come and embrace him.

That night, John Watson did not sleep. He and Sherlock stayed on the back of the fire dragon and lay down all night. The towns in the distance were dotted with dim lights, looking at the earth, and John Watson was inexplicably infected by the beauty of the night. , It was this dark charm that moved him so much, Sherlock hugged him tightly beside him, looking at the moon, stars and fields like him, John Watson likes this, enjoying such peace in Sherlock's arms .

"I think I understand. Your private wine is a good medicine to quell blood desire." Xia Ye's windy doctor said lazily.

"You are a doctor, you should have tasted the effect at the first bite."

"Damn it, it's really mixed with human blood, right?"

"It's not taken from a living person, it's frozen blood from a hospital blood bank."

"Oh my God... I've drank human blood, I'm a bit like a cannibal." John Watson hesitated, his throat felt a little uncomfortable, "But since this wine can suppress your vampires' desire to suck blood, why? Why can't it work on that Sebastian Moran?"

Sherlock was quiet for a long time, and then said slowly, "He killed those people and drank their blood, not because of the bloodthirsty desire in his body at all." Sherlock opened his eyes under the morning star, and the eyes of these eyes There is an unfathomable abyss hidden in the pupil, "Sebastian drank half a bottle of my medicinal wine, the dose should be enough to quench the hunger for blood, it should work, just like the one I got on the train Like all the vampires in my family, drink that wine, and you won't feel like biting anymore, it never worked, never did, but it didn't work on Sebastian. I think, that It is because he has lived for 6 years."

"What do you mean? I didn't understand."

"He wasn't suffering from hunger or thirst at all. He didn't kill because of hunger or thirst. He wanted to drink blood because he wanted to. His humanity has long been hollowed out, leaving only a mask, he is just an old beast, even if he has no desire to taste food, he still has to hunt, because he only knows this, killing is the only nature of a beast. John, I once said that I love life, but he is not, he is a real living dead, his heart is cold and empty, and the most terrifying thing is that an extremely evil beast like him can live forever. "

These words made the doctor feel like falling into the ice cellar, "He will take revenge, won't he, Sherlock?" This murderous monster, the eyes that stared at Sherlock before escaping were simply creepy.

Sherlock didn't answer.

The two of them hugged each other under the darkness of night. John Watson grabbed his shirt, unbuttoned it, and put his hot palm in. Sherlock didn't speak, and allowed him to do it with a smile. It is still intact, and there is no flaw to be found. John Watson refrained from asking about the whereabouts of the two ribs. Maybe they were pulled/out/put on the table by Sherlock. If this is the case, it would be too scary up.

Sherlock parted with him during the day, and at dusk the next day, John Watson woke up after sleeping and heard some worrying news. Lestrade reported that blood races secretly got off the train conductor behind their backs. car.

Sherlock sat on the sofa in the library, listening to the news with a blank expression.

As a result, on the third day and the fourth day, Lestrade would come to report again. One after another, some blood races lied to their masters and fled into the wilderness before dawn.

Mycroft frowned, staring at his servant, "Gregor, how many have left? Be specific, be specific."

Lestrade leaned against the bookshelf, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, "I walked 7 on the first day, 11 on the second day, 11 on the third day, 19 yesterday, today... Not good today."

Mycroft tapped the hard cover of the book with his fingers, "This phenomenon is very bad. If they leave like this, it will have a very bad influence on the remaining blood races. The seeds of fear are planted in their hearts, and they worry about You can't protect them, those spoiled followers, my brother, are you going to catch them and punish them? It won't be difficult, all blood and living people who have been on the train will be bats Followed."

Sherlock sat where he was, with his hands on his lips. There was a jug of private wine at his elbow. The color of the wine was black and cloudy. The formula in it was the formula of alchemy. John Watson was alone Sitting alone on the sofa, he tasted the same coffee as Lestrade. The coffee was very hot, and John Watson took a sip calmly.

"They thought the elder would come to seek revenge, and I would be killed," said Sherlock, his long face pale and tired, "don't you think I might actually be defeated by the elder?" ?"

Mycroft had a half-smile, changed his sitting posture gracefully, leaned over, and filled a glass of house wine for himself, "You just need to think about how to wring that elder's head off, and the rest Don't be so sentimental, my brother, what about the elders, scum is always scum, you are a great man, why do I defend you and follow you again and again, it is because I trust you, those mourners who ran off the car I don’t think there is any need to waste time cooking dogs. They will regret it. When you lead this train to our lost kingdom, they will regret their intestines. At that time, they will not want to return to the train. It’s too late, we don’t know where we are, and they will never find us, maybe the defectors were dragged behind their horses by hunters with silver bullets and silver chains and taken to the basement to abuse them as soon as they got out of the car.”

John Watson sighed and shook his head.

"Why, doctor, do you have any human suggestions?"

"Me? I don't have any high opinions. I'm just slightly interested in the lost kingdom you mentioned. This is the real destination of your train, right? Why does it have to be London to Edinburgh? Because you are looking for A final location? That location is the so-called lost kingdom? I have never heard that there are privately ruled territories in the UK."

Mycroft looked at him, "I'm not talking about a privately ruled territory, little doctor, it's a fallen country, a country so huge that you can't imagine, it really exists, in this vast land , I don't care if you believe it or not, I don't want to talk to you, I'm not your Sherlock Holmes."

John Watson's cheeks were hot. It seemed that everyone in this car had agreed that he and Sherlock were lovers by default.

A few days later, the days were peaceful, there was no blood and no war, but there was always an ominous and oppressive atmosphere in the train, and more and more people left.

The banquet hall was one-third empty, and it looked deserted compared to the past.

At one o'clock in the morning, John Watson locked himself in the guest room and was trying to fall asleep. The knock on the door was like thunder, which made him wake up quickly. For unclear reasons, he was frightened.

"Who?" he cried, "Damn it!"

"It's me." The person outside the door replied in a low voice, the voice was deep, graceful, gentle and charming.

John Watson's fear dissipated immediately. To be honest, he feels very shadowed by those sudden knocks on the door. Last time, Mycroft's sudden knock on the door brought him a sleepless fight. night of.

But this time the visitor reassured him. John Watson put on his nightgown and opened the door. Sherlock stood at the door with the most seductive smile in the world. John Watson stepped aside to let him in, and then lit the candle. However, Sherlock's extraordinary night vision ability does not need a light source, but John Watson urgently needs it.

Sherlock has always looked like he was 20 years old, his youthful appearance was a bit out of touch with his mature demeanor, his hair was very thick and curled, and under his black head was a white face, that face There is no wrinkle on his face, he is tall, more than a head taller than John Watson, and he always wears a very expensive suit.

Under the dim light, John Watson sat on the edge of the bed a little uncomfortably. There was only one chair in his room, but Sherlock didn't seem to be interested in the armchair, so he sat directly next to John Watson's shoulder. Going down, reaching out to support his chin, turning his face away, John Watson closed his eyes subconsciously.

He waited for a smile.

John Watson opened his eyes and stared at him, "What the hell is so ridiculous."

"You always think I'm going to kiss you? I just want to see your face." Sherlock let go of his face and sat down beside him solemnly.

John Watson was a little annoyed, but he quickly calmed down his childish anger. He said angrily, "I'm about to fall asleep. What do you want from me?"

"You went to bed early tonight."

"It's a pity, Sherlock, I used to go to bed at 9 o'clock. Since I got in your car, I have to be half-sleeping to touch my bed."

"I'm a bit bored," said Sherlock. "I'm used to being with you for a while before dawn."

"You can find your Jasmine, your Miss Adler, or your Jielin, you have so many confidante, you can just pull any one of them and you can lie in your arms and chat until dawn, or even accompany you in the wing sleep."

John Watson looked over his shoulder at the meaningless decor of his room.

Sherlock pursed his lips, and he slowly squeezed John Watson's hand, "I've never... been tempted by any of them."

"But you did give them rituals. Your rituals have to be carried out naked/naked/naked face-to-face, isn't it? You are not used to tearing each other's clothes when you suck blood." John Watson felt that he could no longer use this kind of ritual. As he continued to question, he felt that he was a little stingy, like a bitter woman who didn't get love.

"It's two different things." Sherlock said coldly, "Your human sex/love and our vampire rituals are two different things."

John Watson was silent, he thought to himself, what a different thing, if Sherlock had sex/relationships with them, even if he did it in the process of performing rituals, it would count as actual flesh/body/ It's related, how can it be two different things.

Sherlock sighed, as if he didn't want to explain any further but had to continue, "You're not like Irene and Jielin, although they didn't escape with those rebellious blood races, they were indeed very scared in their hearts. , I think they may run away at any time, even if they don't really plan, but they still have a heart of change, you should have heard it at the dinner party today, all the blood in the car are talking about that elder, my brother and I are not the same I have never seen real elders. Elders are all blood races who have lived for thousands of years. There are only 7 of them in this world. The rumors about those elders are very scary. I have to say, John, even if you It will be scary to hear it. They describe the elder as a bloodthirsty maniac and a creepy tyrant, so my followers will flee one after another, fleeing to a distant place, because the elder is more terrifying than a vampire hunter Many, those people think I can't handle it, Irene and Jielin even begged me not to cause trouble, stop my dream," Sherlock rested his eyes on John Watson's face, "They are different from you .”

"So, what about Jasmine? I can see that she loves you deeply."

Sherlock paused, "Indeed... she is very good, in all aspects, I think, she may be willing to bear a child for me."

John Watson's eyes widened, and he sat awkwardly next to Sherlock, "Really...it's pretty good..."

Sherlock licked his lips, with a painful expression on his face, "That's a very dangerous thing. I'm talking about childbearing. Women in my family rarely get pregnant. The probability of getting them pregnant is very low, and pregnancy is very dangerous for women. Words usually mean death... When every blood race is born, no matter whether it is a boy or a girl, they have to tear their mother's uterus to get out. My people all came to this world in this way, ours Birth is full of blood and death... I am no exception, in other words, I killed my mother, I never saw her, she died when I was born."

John Watson's angry face instantly softened.

He lowered his head, still holding Sherlock's palm in his hand, he felt the cold palm carefully, squeezed his fingers vigorously, Sherlock smiled at him, "I suspect I'm going to make you cry gone."

John Watson squinted at him, "I really have nothing to do with you, you know, Sherlock Holmes."

"I know, of course I know, you can't deal with me, and you can't get rid of me." Sherlock put his fingers on his chin again, and raised his face, "This time...John...I want to kiss You." After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and pressed the graceful lip line, John Watson shrank his heart, waiting nervously.

A soft brand was deeply crushed on his lips.

Then the two of them hugged affectionately, Sherlock's arms pierced his ribs, tightened his back, and lifted John Watson off the mattress, and John Watson was dragged by him, whimpering between the kisses For a moment, she sat on his strong thigh with her legs spread apart. Sherlock bit his lips lightly with his sharp teeth. His haughty palm moved and stroked on the surface of his pajamas. Sherlock kissed his earlobe, and then put The elegant lips moved to John Watson's neck, and sucked deeply on his tiny cross-shaped scar. This threatening feeling reminded John Watson of the illusion when he was sucked blood, and he got a strong pleasure, which made him His blood was boiling, his veins were screaming frantically, and electricity ran from the soles of his feet up his spine, causing him to tremble in Sherlock's arms. Sherlock chuckled, holding his back and looking at him.

"What you can give...I believe there will be more." Sherlock smiled magically, but he stopped moving and whispered, "But you have to go to bed early tonight, don't you, John?" .”

John Watson put his arms on his shoulders, "I am a citizen of the day, and you belong to the night, and I can only accommodate your schedule, but you can't change half of it for me. You must sleep during the day , otherwise you and I can have more time to get together during the day."

Sherlock nodded, put him on the bed, kissed John Watson affectionately on the forehead, and said, "For your sake, I am looking forward to every sunset, John, after you Before I appeared, my state was not like this. I was very lonely. Now I have your help. Although you don’t have the ability of a blood race, what I need is not those. I only need the best, most loyal and most reliable people to accompany me I will drive the Scarlet Rebirth to the end. My people must be cautious, my people must be trustworthy, they must be very brave, and they must not be easily defeated by weakness. I don’t want paranoid people, I don’t want unreasonable people, I don't want cowards, I don't want people who act rashly, I want you."

John Watson made a very bold request to him, "How about... lie next to me? Until dawn?"

Sherlock looked down at him, as if he had never seen such an innocent thing, his eyes were shining with love and surprise, "I'm afraid you'd turn over and wake me up, and then I'd eat you by mistake in my rage Go, and I must die of grief."

John Watson looked up at him and was suddenly speechless.

Sherlock smiled, "Yes, I will be sad when you die, you are so beautiful, but I can't give you more."

He kept looking at John Watson, "John, I'm glad you didn't become my enemy. You're an ordinary person. You have nothing to do with hunters. I'm glad I don't have to duel with you. For a long time, my heart is full." I was completely occupied by my dreams, until I met you, you are more and more important in my heart day by day, you may not understand your uniqueness, you may not understand why I care about you, I have to say... ...John...I long to fulfill my dream, but I also long for a home. I don't want to live a life without a fixed place anymore. John, the outside world will only make me restless forever. As a hunter, I In turn, I was hunted by others. All I got was fear, hiding and fleeing. I don’t want to do that again. If you lose your home and land like me and wander in the wilderness for hundreds of years, you will also want a peaceful habitat. land, my John, you can give me more than you can think of yourself."

John Watson was impressed by him again, and he smiled.

"Before dawn, I have to go to the banquet hall to settle down my few remaining followers and strengthen their beliefs. Before I am abandoned by everyone, I still have a lot of things to do." Sherlock said Standing up from his crib, he straightened his clothes, "I have to go." Sherlock said with a smile, "You have a good rest, see you tomorrow evening."

He gracefully snuffed out the candle with his fingers, opened and closed the door, and John Watson fell asleep with a contented heart.

Outside the wing room, time was quietly passing.

The author has something to say:

It seems that Mo Niang's appearance is a bit late, and it may be a terrible thing when he appears

Then Xiaoxia kept getting hurt, bleeding, hurt, bleeding, is it really okay?

The probability is almost once a month. . . [Silence I didn't say anything

Some children's shoes said that Xiaoxia's EQ has become higher, alas, she has lived for hundreds of years, it should be

However, there are also children's shoes who complain that Xiaohua is a little brain-dead. . . .Alas, he deserves it [I don’t even want to heal his leg!] ! !

Am I the only one who thinks crutches are cute? ? ? ? ?

I love your comments so much! ! !Tomorrow will of course continue to update! ! !