Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Harley's face was tense.

"The hunters told me all about the history and habits of your vampires. You...you have a hard time surviving in the daytime world. You vampires will actively approach humans. You use the amazing power that exists in your voice and eyes, To achieve your purpose, you vile vampires use lies, threats and promises to create human servants for yourself. Such a servant is very useful. Donovan told me that these blood servants can protect you during the day and come to you Where you can’t go, if you move among the crowd, you won’t arouse others’ suspicion. You can even find new hunting targets for you, and assist you in killing people, my brother...you turned him into a slave, your pet, I My brother is still very young, he is the type you like to drink, you only like to drink the blood of young and beautiful human beings, I know this fact, even though I am only 15 years old, don’t try to lie to me.”

Sherlock looked at her, and a heavy silence filled the room. He remained in this contemplative sitting position for a long time without moving. After a long time, he finally said, "You can't say that, Harley Watson," Sherlock's voice was It was very clear in the quiet room, his voice was naturally seductive, he said, "No one forced your brother to come out with me, he wanted to come, everyone has to make a choice, I think, he He made the choice he wanted, he is indeed a very young and delicious life as you said, and I will tell you, I did taste his blood, and it was the best I have ever drunk."

"You will make my brother's inner corruption! You will make him filthy! Degenerate to the extreme!" Harriet picked up the pocket knife that healed his brother before, and waved the stained knife Blood's exquisite knife rushed towards Sherlock.

Sherlock moved faster than her, and it was almost impossible to see how he got out of the chair. He moved to the little girl's eyes like smoke. He tightened Harriet's jaw, pinched her cheek with his strong fingers, and squeezed She lifted her whole body up, smashed a bunch of things in a sloppy manner, and the glass water cup shattered to the ground. Harriet was pushed down on the round table by him. Sherlock stared at her, showing her the power in his eyes, "Yes Yes, Harley, my eyes are very scary. You are right, but you still don’t know what I am. Do you think I am an ordinary monster described by human beings? Let me tell you that I am not, I It is more terrifying than your laughing myths and legends, if I want to, I will let you kneel down, cry and sob at me, worship me, bow your knees at my feet like a dog, and beg me."

"No! Monster!" Harriet shouted, her hands resisted vigorously, scratching at Sherlock's body, she opened her furious mouth, and bit her teeth on Sherlock's finger, Sherlock even Without even furrowing his eyebrows, in an instant, Harriet was thrown onto the closet by him, and then fell down again, his fragile body hit the ground fiercely.

"Everything in this world, everyone has a difference between good and evil, it has nothing to do with race, the point is not how you distinguish, what matters is how you choose, it seems that the person who has to make a choice at this moment is me .I have to choose whether you live or you die. I make choices every day, every day. And I don't care if you live or die, Harley Watson. You have half the name, half the blood and John The same does not mean that I will treat you the same as him. You are very different from him. I value life, and I regard life as a treasure, whether it is human life or blood life, but I am not perfect. I will also resent others, and those who can survive in my hands are only limited to those lives with survival value."

"Sherlock..." A weak voice came through the candlelight.

Sherlock turned his head and looked at the bed. John Watson sat up with his arms supporting his body. He was covered in sweat, "Sherlock...you are very excited, don't you feel hungry? My sister is angry, she is so young."

"I'm not horny, I'm still sane."

Sherlock went over, stretched out his arms to hold him in his arms, and John Watson leaned on his chest, his voice was full of sleepiness, "Harry," he said weakly, "I'm much better now, you misunderstood him , he would never make me that kind of servant, he never did, he never tempted me with immortality, I need rest, I'm thirsty, and I'm sleepy, Sherlock, if you can Don't bother with my sister, I will be very grateful to you."

"John," the whisper helped him fall into the dream, and the deep voice called him in his ear, "you sleep for a while, I will not argue with your sister, I promise you not to hurt her, when you wake up, she He will still be lively." Sherlock looked at him falling asleep in the candlelight, he was a purebred Englishman, his golden hair was lovely and charming, his eyes were closed heavily, and his eyelashes were also golden, It is very long, casting a large shadow on his face, and his sleep is very calm, which can really make people look at it for a long time.

Sherlock slowly moved his gaze back to Harriet, and sighed, he could have hypnotized Harriet, and he could tamper with Harriet's memory as early as in the restaurant at John Watson's house , Let her completely forget about her brother.But her big dark blue eyes made Sherlock unable to do anything.

Those eyes are exactly the same as those of John Watson. Sherlock developed a heart of compassion. Being deprived of real memory is tantamount to personal injury in disguise for human beings. It is tantamount to depriving them of their free will, making them unable to make inner choices. A living person is half enslaved.

He put John Watson back on the bed and raised the pillow for him. At this point, Sherlock noticed that it was probably already bright outside, and that he would be as tired as the injured man in the daytime, and his limbs would be weak. , unable to display powerful abilities, he needs to sleep, sleep like a log.

Blankets were hung over the windows to keep the light out, and Sherlock liked being in this dark room.

He decided to use another method of control. He pushed Harriet out of the bedroom door arbitrarily, and ordered the owner of the manor outside to put a dog chain with a lock on her neck, tie it to a firm place, and give her food. Let them pile her plate with fried chicken and cornbread and peas and potatoes and give her a bath and give her a cot and he says all the humans out there will do it right because no one has ever been able to compete His hypnotic powers.

Then he blocked Harriet from the door, and locked the door firmly. With his own strength, he lifted the heavy low cabinet and moved it to the back of the door to firmly block the door panel.

Then he stood by the bed and unbuttoned his shirt. The bullet holes on his body were shrinking. The muscles seemed to be scalded, and a tender red film appeared. Holding his legs, pale hands took off his trousers, and Sherlock stood naked in front of the bed.

With his narrow shoulder blades, his slender back, and his skin as white as ice, he picked up his small bottle of house wine, put it to his lips, and took a swig.

John Watson's body was full of fresh blood smell, and the bloody smell that was clamoring for fanaticism was extremely tempting. If he suddenly opened his eyes from a deep sleep, he might be frightened by Sherlock's erection and fainted again.

Sherlock put down all the purple bed curtains hung by the master's house, and lay down next to him with a soft quilt under his body. As long as John Watson doesn't maliciously attack him or yell at him when he sleeps, Sherlock Then he would jump up and tear his limbs apart in a mad rage.

Sherlock turned sideways, facing John Watson who was resting on his back, the air flowed over his bare/naked skin, Sherlock stretched out his hand and swept it far away, the candlelight was instantly extinguished, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Twelve hours later dusk fell.

As soon as Sherlock opened his eyes, he smelled the thick and delicious smell of human blood. He turned his head, and his fangs stretched out unconsciously from his lips. Sherlock suddenly turned over in the thick black shadow, and pressed the people around him with his strong arms. live.

"Damn it! You're going to bite when you wake up!" The familiar nasal voice was heard in the darkness.

Sherlock came to his senses, he touched the small wine bottle beside him, and drank the bottle until there was not a single drop left, he threw the bottle away, and waited for the teeth to recover to an acceptable length, he lowered his head and panted, at the same time I also heard John Watson's panting. The scarlet hunger in Sherlock's eyes quickly subsided, and the burning hunger in his stomach stopped rolling. Out of sight, he could still see John Watson quite clearly in the darkness.

"Damn it," said John Watson, "how are you sleeping next to me again?"

Sherlock smiled, "I'm also thinking about it, dear John, you are injured, you are full of sticky blood smell, how dare I sleep next to you, forgive me just woke up, my brain is in chaos, I almost ate you as a snack just now."

John Watson stared blankly in the direction of his speech in the darkness, "Fuck you... You really thought about eating me!"

Sherlock thought his expression at this time was really funny.

"Damn it, can you give me some light! It's really not fair that you can see me and I can't see you."

Well, his John wants fairness, Sherlock will give him fairness, the match is lit with a click, and a candle on the candlestick is lit, Sherlock turns gracefully from the table, and he finds John Watson on the pillow He gulped and swallowed.

Sherlock frowned. "Do you feel the wound still hurt, my John?"

"What the hell, where are your clothes?"

"Oh my clothes." Sherlock looked at his pile of tattered clothes that couldn't fit anymore. "They're in some trouble." Sherlock walked to the closet, opened it, and grabbed a set from inside. suit, he shook his head, "These sizes don't fit me, it's too short, the owner is a dwarf, maybe you can wear it."

Sherlock put on a nightgown that opened left and right, tied a belt, and sat on the edge of the bed. There was still half a glass of water left in the bedside table. He lifted it up and handed it to John Watson, who honestly drank until the glass was met. He licked his lips, which were still dry from blood loss.

"my little sister……"

"You'll see her later at dinner."

Sherlock felt that his gaze was a little frightened, because he was staring at John Watson intently. His doctor obviously couldn't bear the direct gaze, and the color of sunset glow burned on his cheeks. Sherlock touched John Watson curiously. His face, he wanted to know the temperature on it, whether white smoke would come out from his fingers, the slender fingertips stroked the doctor's soft and docile bangs, and landed near his temples, Sherlock pinched him chin, he heard John Watson's accelerated breathing.

Sherlock smiled, and since his John was wondering if Sherlock was going to kiss him wet, don't let him down.

He pushed his lips forward, and John Watson closed his eyes instantly in front of him. Sherlock caught his look of anticipation and fear, and couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth again, suppressing his own smile On his dry lips, he opened his mouth, moistened him gently with his tongue, and then sneaked into the small mouth, entangled the living man with the fiery and high temperature tongue, John Watson whimpered slightly, Sherlock was in Excited in his blood and passion, he took John Watson's hand and put him under his nightgown, his hot palm clenched his firm//tightly, and the palm kept trembling, Sherlock felt irrevocably hardened in his hands.

The doctor gasped even more sensually at his hardness, and Sherlock pinched the nipple on his chest and scraped menacingly with his nails in exchange for a soft moan, his kiss Still without pause, the rusty smell of blood reminded Sherlock that he hadn't eaten for a long time, and he was starving.

When he was 8 years old, he already knew what this kind of heart-wrenching, ready-to-moving feeling was.

This is desire.

Whether it is blood lust or passion/desire, they are swaying uncomfortably in his body.

Sherlock held his face, and his sharp nails gently passed through his carotid artery. It only takes a little more force to make his doctor's blood flow like a river, and the blood will slide all the way from his neck to the collarbone, Moving forward to the chest, flowing along the contours of the body, John Watson's body smelled of sweat and blood, sticky to the touch, and a bandage with a strong fishy-sweet smell wrapped around his lower abdomen.

"You need to scrub your body, it will make you feel better." Sherlock stopped imagining too much, and he immediately stopped kissing, feeling that he needed more medicinal wine, his hunger and thirst were encouraged, blood lust swept him again , making his temples bounce abruptly, making him a little uncomfortable, he must hide from John Watson's sweet wounded flesh, stay a little away from him, otherwise he will really tear John Watson like he used to tear those wallpapers raw skin.

Sherlock covered the quilt back for him, moved the low cabinet by the door, and called the servants to bring hot water into the room. The messy clothes in the room did not make any statement. They were like living corpses whose souls had been emptied, running errands for Sherlock.

Harriet was pushed in with a dinner plate, and a dog chain was dragged around her neck. One end of the chain was connected to the shackles that the manor owner would use when punishing the servants, which bound her feet. The extra chain was on the floor. The ground rolled along with her footsteps, her boots were forcibly taken off, bare feet would make it impossible for her to escape, the field outside was full of crushed stones and thorns, barefoot people would probably be crippled by stepping on them, her broken vest She also changed the overalls and men's overalls, and put on the maid skirt given to her by the manor owner. A white lace apron was tied on the black pleated skirt, and her long golden hair was loose behind her.

She stared at Sherlock with big eyes. She was the only human with vivid expression in this mansion. She could express her feelings freely. This rare freedom was given to her by Sherlock.

Sherlock didn't expect to receive a little thank you in return from her. He sat at the round table, eating gracefully with a knife and fork, silently chewing the food brought by Harriet, both of his stomachs were Suffering, at least one of them must be filled.

"Brother, are you okay?" Hariye sat on the edge of the bed, fed him water and bread, and then used the hot water in the washbasin to moisten a towel to scrub his brother's body.

John Watson raised his hands to hold her face, and he recovered a lot, "Tell me, have you explained to your parents about you running away from home?"

Harley shook her head, bit her lower lip, "I followed the hunter secretly."

"You just left without saying a word for two months? Didn't go home once?"

Hariye shook her head again, "I wrote back, I said I was on my way to find you, brother, please come home with me? The outside world is more dangerous than I imagined. The hunter I came out is dead." Harriet said, turning her head and looking at Sherlock fiercely, "He killed it himself."

Sherlock used the knife and fork without saying a word, neither from his heart nor his expression showed any regret.

He killed those two people because of human reasons. He didn't attack them because of the blood desire of wild beasts. He killed those two people because he was enraged.

John Watson didn't say anything about it, he just asked his sister gently, "I will go home sooner or later, but not now, have you ever been hurt by those two hunters who followed you? I love troublesome sisters ?”

"No, they really want to train me to be a vampire hunter. I have learned a lot of skills to subdue vampires. They have fatal weaknesses all over their bodies. These vampires can't move in the daytime at all. As long as they touch the sun, they will be wiped out. Their skin will fester when they touch silverware, feeding them with holy water can make them colic and bleed internally, and piercing their hearts with crosses and stakes can kill them instantly." Harriet looks pretty talking.

Sherlock wiped his lips with a napkin, his plate was wiped clean, he turned around slowly, facing Harley Watson, "Did you perform these little tricks on the blood race yourself?"

Harley looked at him, "I will have a chance."

Sherlock looked at her for a long time, it seemed that he had spent his entire life looking at her. Suddenly, Sherlock felt nauseous. He grabbed the napkin, covered his mouth, and coughed hard in front of the two of them, like a terminal cancer patient. Coughing hard, he let go of his hand and looked at the silver bullets inside the napkin.

John Watson was as shocked as Harriet, and they both watched as if he had seen the devil shake the bullets he had spit into the napkin to the ground.

"John, we have to hurry back to the train. I've broken a few bottles of the medicinal wine on me, and I drank the last one just now." He sighed again, shaking his head, "I had to take your sister with me, But this dog chain can't be untied, I can't let her poke big holes with wooden stakes on all my followers as soon as she gets in the car, I know it's disrespectful to her, and it doesn't give you face, please understand , the only thing we can do now is wait until we return to London next time, and then let your sister go home."

Sherlock stared at her, "At that time, I will make up my mind to let her forget everything and concentrate on getting married at home. This is her own fate. I said that everyone has to choose, and also for themselves Responsible for the consequences of the choice. Her heart has grown on the side of the vampire hunter, and her prejudice against the vampires has taken shape. She thinks that I am as depraved and evil as other bloodthirsty monsters. This idea is deeply rooted in her head. I can still hear how she cursed me viciously in her heart. But let me tell you, Harley Watson, there are some people in this world who are beyond your expectations. There are very few such deviant people, but they always exist, and I I am not alone. I have your brother. Whether you give in or not, he is determined to follow me. If you attack me, it is equivalent to attacking your brother. If you kill me, the blood around me will also try their best Kill you, and then revenge will continue, if humans and blood races start a vast war, no one will win, everyone will die, the chance of survival is slim, and everyone will be killed in the end."

Harriet was intimidated by his words and didn't dare to say anything more. She helped her brother put on new clothes. Thankfully, John Watson was able to sit up. Sherlock found a In the footman's suit, he threw away the stupid servant's cravat, and took a black riding cloak, which he tied behind him and turned up at the high collar of the cloak.

John Watson actually smiled when he saw him for the first time, "Sherlock, you are wearing a cloak like this, you look more like a vampire who came out of a myth."

After Sherlock heard it, he was very proud. He deliberately flung the cloak behind him, spreading out like a gorgeous black wing, making John Watson watch him go out in a daze.

He climbed over the railing easily and gracefully in the stable, and then there was a neighing of the horse. He was riding a tall black giant horse, just like Dracula in the picture, like the headless horseman in the book, the horse With a leap, the horse's hoof jumped over the railing and landed firmly in front of John Watson and Harriet. He controlled the horse so easily, as if he did this kind of thing every day.

The heavy and obstructive dog chain was still firmly tied around Harriet's neck, and the long chain dragged around her ankles, restraining her movements and making her jingle wherever she went.

Then, he hugged John Watson in front of him, and Harriet, who was barefoot, sat obliquely behind him, subconsciously embracing his back. The horse held its head high and strode away, moving swiftly and rattling His iron hooves knocked on the field, and disappeared in an instant, and the vampire in the cloak melted into the thick night.

The tree branches on both sides of the road are charming in the moonlight, and in the distance are patches of well-cultivated fields, flat and orderly, stretching as far as the eye can see. There is a vineyard planted with oak trees on the hillside, which is magnificent and magnificent. Sherlock dozed off in the tower of the city, and Sherlock, who was hundreds of meters away, could still clearly see the expression of the man dozing off in the distance without using any lenses or lights. fire dragon.

Harley's eyes were wide open, her soft face was blown crimson by the night wind, she looked at the fire dragon resting on the slope with a surprised expression of seeing something magical.

Sherlock was riding a horse, beside the train, and the horseshoes headed towards the front of the car. He found the carriage close to the doctor's room, and jumped off the horse with John Watson in his arms. The doctor immediately frowned at the pain caused by the transfer, and couldn't help but hold on The front of Sherlock's chest, Sherlock put John Watson to sit by the car door, then turned around and stared at Harriet, Sherlock silently opened his arms towards her, Harriet also gritted his teeth, bitterly Jumping into his arms, grabbing his cloak, Sherlock hugged her arms tightly, placing her on the ground steadily.

"Very good, very good," Mycroft suddenly flashed out of the shadows. When he appeared, it always seemed that a cloud of smoke dissipated behind him, as if his whole body was transformed from a bat. Harley looked up , looking at the incomparably tall him from outside the carriage.

Mycroft said sternly, "Another new Watson has arrived, Sherlock, are you collecting stamps? You have to bring every Watson in the world to the car, right?"

Sherlock glared at his brother and said, "I'll take John into the guest room, he smells like blood, and it's going to disturb the others in the banquet hall."

"It's so considerate, when will the vampires turn to serve humans?"

"Treat her well, my brother. I don't mind if you use her as a waiter. We just don't have a waiter in our car." Sherlock hugged John Watson and looked back at Harriet coldly. People should be punished." Through the darkness in the carriage, his cold eyes met Hariye's eyes, and Haliye immediately lowered her eyelids, avoiding his angry gaze.

"I understand what you mean, I'll tune//teach her well, she smells like a hunter, and she has a curse from a hunter in her heart, she really needs some correction." Mycroft said in a serious voice.

The author has something to say:

In the next chapter, the elder is coming, let me let you know first

I usually update it on time at 12 o'clock in the evening. When the time comes, those who have potato chips hold potato chips, and those who have popcorn eat quickly and watch

Some people say that the story is heavy... Am I the only one who thinks it's romantic? (Sure enough it's my illusion)

I know I was wrong, this is the first half of "Fire Dragon", and the second half will come out in the next three or four chapters (soon)

By then I'll make them sticky like taffy

The day can't stop!Tomorrow cheap!