Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

John Watson opened his eyes in the dark, he turned naked in the bed sheet, his arm accidentally touched an ice-like body, he suddenly panicked, the cold body felt Like a dead body.

John Watson's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and it took him a long time to get used to it. It was Sherlock.

He gently moved his arm away, not daring to breathe, for fear of making a nasal sound, Sherlock jumped up and tore him apart, he fumbled for the bedside table, and almost broke the oil lamp, John Watson hurriedly used Holding the oil lamp in his hand, he let out another sigh of panic. Sleeping with a vampire was really the biggest adventure in his life.

The match made slight sparks, John Watson held the tiny matchstick, and turned around slowly. He watched Sherlock sleeping soundly on the mattress in the faint light of the fire, his black curly hair covering his eyes. Half of his face was white and flawless, the eyelashes peacefully covered the eye sockets, and his lips were slightly opened, like a sleeping child.

John Watson smiled, the match burned his finger unknowingly, he quickly blew it out, and then lit another one, he carefully watched Sherlock Holmes in the firefly-like light, he had An urge to lean over and brand a hot kiss on his sleeping cheek, but if that didn't work, his lips would surely burn Sherlock awake, freak him out, and then think John Watson was an enemy coming to kill him, Three or two strokes made his internal organs fly around the room.

At that time, Sherlock would have to cry on the bed, covering his face sadly.

The match was burned to the limit again, John Watson got out of bed on tiptoe in the darkness, limped and found the water glass under the faint light of the match, he was about to die of thirst, the glass collided lightly, It made John Watson very nervous. Even though he had tried to slam the door, he didn't wake Sherlock up. He woke him up with a harsh whistle, but he was still very nervous. You must know that Sherlock Claws are harder than blades.

John Watson turned his head and looked at the hazy outline on the bed. He thought to himself, a vampire is powerful at night, but in the daytime, he is so fragile. Once he falls asleep, it is difficult to wake him up. In this case, anyone can chop off his heads, including John Watson.

John Watson returned to the bed, covered the sheet, and looked in Sherlock's direction with a smile. He would not cut off Sherlock's head. If anyone wanted to hurt Sherlock Holmes, he had to stand in the way.

The tenderness of the night still remained on his body, and his first time was completely given to Sherlock, and the touch and memories left on him may never be erased from his life.

Sherlock woke up on time at dusk, and John Watson was awakened by the sound of him pulling open the curtains. Sherlock turned around in the white nightgown in the hotel and looked at him with a smile. Every strand of his black hair was soaked outside the window, and his face was emitting a soft light. He said politely, "Good evening, John. It's another beautiful night. The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. What do you think?"

"Good evening, Sherlock."

After John Watson greeted him, he also put on his nightgown, grabbed a cane and went into the bathroom. He was surprised to find in the mirror that his body was covered with hickey marks, especially on the carotid artery, which Sherlock allowed to suck. Seriously, John Watson applied hot water on it, trying to remove the marks, and he found sadly that the two bruised spots were still bright and eye-catching, making fun of him.

They looked at each other and smiled in the room. John Watson buttoned his shirt silently with his head bowed. Sherlock was also arranging his diamond cufflinks. Watson.

"Have you seen enough?" John Watson complained, and just as he was about to grab his coat, Sherlock grabbed his black suit and stood behind him to help him put it on.

Sherlock's cold fingertips pressed against the hickey on his neck, and his lips were not far from his earlobe, "This, it's obvious."

"I still have your nail marks on my waist, I looked in the mirror, you scratched really hard, now it's all right, hell." John Watson avoided his gaze and flirtatious touch, walked to the bed Looking at the dried blood on it, the embarrassing blood made his heart churn, and he felt that he was going to blush again, "How should we explain this to the hotel?"

"They won't ask, not in front of me." Sherlock smiled and opened the door, "I tell you, John, I once turned my hotel room into a sea of ​​blood, please don't look at me like that, I Just strangled a few live chickens in the room, I was starving then, as I am now, and I needed dinner, and I see you need it too."

They went downstairs to the dining room and had a sumptuous dinner. The candles on the chandelier were brightly lit, and the bright lights shrouded John Watson's round face. He ate a lot, and Sherlock kept smiling at him. There is warmth in the smile.

Not the same as before.

From now on, John Watson and him are in a formal lover relationship. Since he is committed to him, the relationship is solid. Unless one party abandons the other, that party will definitely not be John Watson.

John Watson suddenly sensed a subtle sixth sense, mixed with danger, and a strong bond, and he immediately turned his head in the dining chair.

"elder brother."

The immature girl's voice echoed in the circular dining room, it was a young girl.

Both Sherlock and John Watson knew her, especially John Watson, who spent her childhood under the nose of John Watson.

Harley is wearing leather boots and khaki overalls, dressed like a boy, her long curly hair like golden rice ears is scattered behind her shoulders, enough to make those grown men fascinated by her, her face has not been aged Carved, soft, smooth, with big and melancholy eyes, she carried a straight double-barreled shotgun in her hand, and the sight on the gun barrel was firmly aimed at Sherlock Holmes' back.

The guests who had been dining in the restaurant all screamed and ran away when they saw the gun.

Sherlock stood up from the chair, his long and slender fingers twitched slightly, and his extremely hard nails tended to grow slightly, he turned around, his eyes as cold as ice were fixed on the young Harriet.

She was only 15 years old, and she was not as tall as Sherlock's chest.

"Sherlock Holmes." The huntress Donovan's voice seemed to have no pitch, no ups and downs, she was a black mixed race, her face was menacing and murderous, she walked from the side, she was still dressed as a hunter A heavy leather jacket, a leather hunting cap on her head, and a short-cut gun in her hand, mercifully not pointing at Sherlock like Harriet.

Her husband Anderson stood stiffly behind her, with a metal mechanical fixator assembled on his thigh. John Watson knew this kind of piece of iron hoop, which is used to correct fractures in medicine. Anderson's beard and upper face The same thick as when we first met.

"I've trained girls before," said this Donovan, "but she's different, Harley Watson, she's a natural marksman, she's accurate with every shot, and among the hunter's apprentices, she's gifted. I have only taught her for two months, and she has already learned a lot. The technique of firing two shots at a vampire is no problem. Holmes, do you want to try? Her bullets are fiercer than ours. "

"Ha Liye! Why did you leave home! Do parents know!" John Watson also jumped up from his chair, dropped his knife and fork, and reprimanded her severely, "These two are not good people, how could you Kidnapped by them?"

Ha Liye said word by word, "Brother, I took the initiative to look for them. I saw their advertisement in the newspaper. They said that the one who arrested you was a vampire, a terrifying monster that sucks human blood. I am very sorry." Worried about you, I was crying and praying every day, begging you to come home, but you never came back, so I went to the vampire hunter, you were kidnapped by this monster, I came to save you." Halle Ye was not at all uneasy, she could be said to be John Watson's favorite girl in this world, and she occupied a large part of John Watson's love.

John Watson looked at her, "Don't shoot him, Harriet, be good, he's not the bad guy you imagined."

"But he is indeed a vampire, isn't he brother, when he walked down the stairs at home, I knew he was not human, he was a devil, a monster, he controlled the thoughts of parents and grandma with demonic methods, He confused everyone, made the family forget about you, and didn't go to the police, but I didn't, and now I am the only one in the family who believes that you are in deep danger, brother."

John Watson looked at her distressedly, "Listen to my explanation..."

"Shoot, kid, don't hesitate, the first vampire you hunted in your life was Sherlock Holmes, it's quite remarkable, if you can kill him, you will become the most famous hunter of this era." Donovan said coldly order.

"stop!"

Gunshots erupted simultaneously with John Watson's stopping sound, and John Watson turned his head to look at Sherlock beside him.

Sherlock stood there indifferently, his brows were furrowed because of the pain, a large flower of bright red blood flowed from his chest, he didn't even look at his wound, he still maintained his rationality and composure as he proceeded Dialogue, "Despicable Donovan...you used her."

Donovan just smiled treacherously, and then patted Harriet's shoulder appreciatively, "The first shot hit the heart, not bad!"

Sherlock's claws gleamed coldly in the air, and he took a step forward.

Harriet gritted her teeth and continued to shoot at his arm and thigh, both of which were hit. The bullets pierced into the flesh and made a muffled sound. Sherlock quickly jumped over with the wound and grabbed Haley. Liye's small body, sharp nails pierced her leather vest.

John Watson rushed over worriedly holding his crutches. Sherlock turned his head, looked at him with a very sad expression, and said slowly, "John, don't be nervous, don't waver, don't doubt me like this, why do you think I will Kill her?" Sherlock said, throwing Harriet aside casually, and accurately threw her into John Watson's firm and warm embrace.

The doctor hugged his younger sister and took the gun from her hand. The younger sister stretched her innocent arms around his neck, "Brother, come home with me! I miss you so much!"

John Watson hugged her tightly and stroked her hair.

"Hello, hunters, I have been threatened by you since I was born. More than once I have fallen into your hands, and more than once I have escaped from your feet crawling like a dog. It is you who taught me how to survive To survive in this merciless world, you separated me from my father and exercised my independent character. How should I thank you? I have to break your necks and extinguish the light of your two lives. Are you willing to stop fighting with me?"

Sherlock flashed behind Donovan and passed Anderson's eyes all of a sudden, making the two hunters look like idiots. Nervously, they picked up their pistols and swung them around, ready to fight at any time. There was no sound of Sherlock's footsteps on the marble tiles, and he deftly skirted every table without knocking over a glass.

When he grabbed Donovan's neck, Harriet broke free from John Watson's embrace in an instant, bent down, ran to the middle of the hall with a gun in his hand, and shot Sherlock twice.

John Watson was furious and rushed to grab his active sister. Harriet bullied him with bad legs, and quickly ran from under John Watson's palm to another direction, dodging John Watson's attack. catch.

Sherlock covered the two bullet holes that accidentally appeared on his body. Harriet's marksmanship was so accurate that he might even be able to hit a dart during normal training. Sherlock stepped back away from Harriet's muzzle, bleeding continuously Blood dripped from him, soaking the black suit inside.

The two hunters from the south moved behind Harriet, with expressions of joy on their faces, their mouths grinning to the back of their heads, "Abolish him, dear Harriet, His gunshot wound will not heal in 2 hours, aiming at his knee, smashing his kneecap, leaving him kneeling on the ground crying and unable to walk."

Harley nodded.

John Watson walked towards his sister fiercely, very angry, and he vented his anger as he walked, "Stop messing around! Harriet, you can't tell the good from the bad at all! Sherlock is not them Said that is a monster, he is just like us! He is very kind!"

"Don't come here again, Harley's brother, I won't make things difficult for you for Harley's sake," Donovan picked up the crossbow on his waist, drew it out, and pointed the sharp bow and arrow at him, The black iron arrow flashed like a shooting star, "This is a poisonous arrow, you will have to sleep for three days and three nights if it gets stuck into your flesh, I won't kill you, but I don't guarantee that it will land on you Punch a hole."

"Please don't hurt my brother."

"I won't touch him if he doesn't come over."

John Watson was threatened and stopped. He looked anxiously at Sherlock's face. Sherlock didn't show any fear. He didn't say a word, silent like a meteorite. Donovan was taken aback, and everyone raised their heads following her movement. Sherlock floated down from the vaulted ceiling more than ten meters high, and his long windbreaker spread behind him like wings. Drifting, for a moment, Sherlock looked like a giant black raven descending from the sky.

His nails cut through all the air in the air and plunged straight into the top of Donovan's head.

Harriet's muzzle spewed out thick smoke again, Sherlock's windbreaker flew up and down, and he landed sideways, this time he perfectly dodged the bullet, tipped his toes on the ground, and the rhythm of movement became Faster, dizzyingly, the gunfire still booming.

Burning bullets chased Sherlock, and once or twice because of Sherlock's speed, everyone lost track of him, until Sherlock suddenly appeared from the shadows, but Harriet's reaction was very different every time. Quick, she kept loading and firing, and the ammunition was rapidly brushing Sherlock's body. Suddenly, there was a scream, and Sherlock appeared on the left side of Anderson smiling, with blood on his fingers, and Anderson scratched his back. Five fingerprints were broken, and Donovan also wailed violently. One of her arms was dislocated, and she was hanging dangling beside her body.

The crossbow fell.

Donovan held back the pain and carefully supported her dislocated arm. Sherlock flashed to the right of Harriet like a black shadow. He circled an arc in the air very beautifully. Harriet was surprised, only to find that Xialock Locke was right in front of her cheek.

"You look very similar to your brother." The voice was beautiful, low and pleasant to the ear.

Harriet was frightened and began to shoot randomly in all directions. John Watson was so nervous that his heartbeat almost stopped. A few bullets splashed on the edge of his shoes, and the circular restaurant suddenly fell into chaos.

Sherlock stood calmly in front of Harriet, stretched out his hand to press down on her disobedient spear, Harriet stopped shooting, stared at him with big blue eyes that were exactly the same as John Watson, and looked up at him.

"How many years of good life have I lived, how much wealth I have, the food, wine and human beings of the entire country are at my disposal, if I really want to kill a beautiful girl like you," Sherlock bowed his head majestically Staring at her, his strong fingers firmly grasped the barrel of her gun, "I will let you die by surprise, home is a safe place, you should go back if you have a home, your future has all kinds of possibilities, you Beautiful, healthy and strong, you will surely be admired by many people when you grow up, you should have a bright future, your nature is not evil like your brother, you should not be with these savage hunters who don't know right from wrong Be friends, I understand that you are here to save your brother, and I promise you, he will go back." Sherlock said slightly sadly, "No matter how much he wants to be with me, good things have their end At that time, when I finish my work, he will go home and resume his stable life."

Donovan and Anderson smiled sarcastically at the same time, "He's hypnotizing you, Harriet, don't look into his eyes, this is a cunning trick of vampires, yes, they always pretend to be noble and innocent in front of you , Pretending to be the person who knows you the most in the world, but in fact they are just a group of dirty blood-sucking flies, a group of ghosts, press your wrench, don't be lost by him."

Harley gritted her teeth, her immature, but stubborn arms raised the muzzle of the gun under his oppressive force. Her double-barreled shotgun could hold 18 rounds in total, and she had 2 rounds left. Aimed at Sherlock's foggy eyes.

"Yes, blast him out of your eyes."

"Hariye!" John Watson was beside him with a sad expression, trying to call her back on the right track, "If you shoot him again, you will no longer be my sister."

Harley looked at him, "But brother, he's a vampire!"

"Yes, he is a goddamn vampire, what you said is not wrong at all, you are still young, you can't tell the real good from evil, Harley, please remember, no matter how they instill some extreme ideas in you, you You are your own master, you must stick to your principles, sometimes you can't just listen to what others say, you have to learn to touch the truth and make correct judgments by yourself, Sherlock is not an ordinary vampire, if you continue to hurt him, I will I will sever ties with you, I am your brother, whose side do you choose to stand on?"

"Your brother has been subdued by him to become a servant. He is also half-human and half-ghost now. He has been deeply poisoned by hypnosis. Hariye, don't believe your brother's nonsense. He can only be regarded as half-human now. He will also suck blood for a living in the future, and he will no longer be your original brother. But he is still saved now. Before the official ritual conversion, you must save your brother and get rid of Sherlock Holmes. Your brother will Will not be manipulated again, he will change his mind." Donovan was still telling dirty lies to Harriet.

"That's enough! Damn you bastard! What a goddamn thing you are! What right do you have to judge me? I don't like people making judgments about me, Harriet! Come here, I'm yours Flesh and blood! You are my brother! You have no choice, you have to be obedient when I tell you to come here! For the sake of growing up with you, be obedient, come to my side, my Harriet."

Hari Ye stood in the middle of these unpredictable adults.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, and when Harriet realized what had happened, the gun in her hand had fallen to the ground uncontrollably.

Donovan dragged her with one hand and immediately took two steps back. Anderson quickly threw a new pistol to Harriet. Harriet stayed tightly around Donovan's waist, her eyes were full of suffering. A look of awe-inspiring fear.

"I just said, he will hypnotize you! His ability is enough to make you swallow a gun and commit suicide if you can't resist! Don't look at him again! Blind his eyes!"

Harriet pointed the pistol at Sherlock without hesitation this time, and the corner of Sherlock's beautiful mouth twitched contemptuously, as if mocking his opponent. His coat fluttered behind him, showing a very gorgeous posture. Zi Zi straightly rushed towards Hariye's muzzle, Hariye did not blink her eyes, and aimed very firmly at Sherlock's head that was swooping towards her.

"Shoot, pop his brains out!" Donovan muttered in pain, so quietly no one could hear him.

Harley closed her eyes and pressed the wrench twice. It took a long time before she opened her eyes.

The elegance on Sherlock's face suddenly disappeared. He had a very furious expression. His white fangs protruded and protruded from his lips, like a trapped animal in the wilderness. John Watson knelt down in front of him. , Sherlock hugged him and hugged him forcefully. The blood race was completely irritated. He had a cold and terrifying killing intent, which made these people feel horrified. His throat was weak and sad. bitter roar.

With her arms trembling, Hariye dropped the gun and covered her innocent mouth, "Brother... I hit my brother."

John Watson raised his eyelids weakly, and glanced at his sister. He covered the bullet hole in his stomach, which was bleeding continuously. Both bullets entered his abdomen, twisted his muscles, and stuck in the in his gut.

Sherlock hugged him tightly, looking at Anderson and Donovan with red eyes, he lowered his head, kissed John Watson on the forehead, and then laid him flat on the floor.

John Watson was lying on the ground vaguely, he saw the color of blood, splashed in the air, he saw Donovan and Anderson left Harriet behind, and ran towards the exit, the footsteps trampled on the marble floor, making John Watson Sheng felt that the whole land was shaking.

He tried hard to open his eyes, and in the hazy vision, he saw his sister kneeling helplessly on the floor and crying loudly, her head raised in pain, tears of annoyance and regret continuously flowed down her poor little face .

Sherlock's figure moved to Donovan's left rear, and then paralleled them, and Donovan drew the ax from his waist with his uninjured hand.

Darkness fell on the entire hall, and the cold and pale moonlight was filled with the meaning of death.

John Watson glanced at this scene, his face was covered with painful sweat. After the blood rushed out, the victory between the vampire and the hunter was immediately decided.

Sherlock's nails, colder than blades, penetrated into Donovan's stomach until they reached his wrist, a large red stream sprayed out, covering Sherlock's fair cheeks, and the metal ax fell to the ground with a clang , making a desperate sound, his pale fingers lifted up and brushed against the nape of her neck, his razor-sharp long claws pierced the blood vessels, Donovan's mouth and tongue were screaming fiercely, being torn apart. Two long rivers of blood spewed out from her rotten throat, thick blood gurgled from her carotid artery, the blood light shrouded the magnificent hall wall, red plasma slid down the wall, the color of the blood In John Watson's pupils turned rose red, turned wine, turned fire.

Sherlock coldly raised his blood-stained nails to his lips. He stuck out his tongue and licked between the long fangs. He stared at the thick and hot fresh human blood between his fingers for a long time. He hesitated. Now, under the moonlight, the blood flowing down the back of his hand was bright red, Sherlock turned around, and looked at the remaining man with his killing face.

Another hunter let out a heart-piercing cry. The miserable cries for help that can only be heard in the eighteenth floor of hell spread in all directions in the hall. Then the ugly wailing came to an end suddenly due to the sound of tearing the throat. It stopped, like a phonograph turned off, and there was an instant silence in the hall.

Anderson's beard was drenched with blood, and his eyes turned white.

Sherlock dropped the bloody corpse in his hand, turned his head, and strode towards Harley Watson.

The author has something to say:

Someone must be yelling Xiaohua, you are stupid, vampires can't die, you block a bullet, you are stupid

But the author said. . . .If you don't stop it, it's not true love. . . 【Poke fingers in front of chest】

Xiao Xia said that vampires are indeed immortal, but it hurts to be shot, much more painful than an injection

Please come and care about me tomorrow~~~~