Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

John Watson's guest room is a long distance away from the banquet hall, and the carriages are all soundproofed. Once the door of his room is closed, he will not be disturbed by the piano and the noise.

The Scarlet Rebirth was moving briskly, white smoke spewed out from the chimney, fluttering and dancing in the strong wind, under the strange purple sky, the smoke was suspended in the air, drifting to the back of the car, gradually thinning and collapsing, the fire dragon Passing by a river, the river is almost black, and through the woods, you can see the lights of people in the distance.

John Watson sat quietly on the head of the bed, staring at the moving lights.

He frowned slightly.

Sherlock's side face was shrouded in a hazy and silent darkness. He was sitting at the end of the bed, leaning against the wall of the carriage behind him, in the opposite direction to John Watson, with his slender legs crossed and stacked on the mattress.

Sherlock felt the tense tension, and no one spoke between the two of them except John Watson's breathing.

"Damn it," said John Watson at last, "why do we keep talking in this dark place, Sherlock? It makes me so damn sick." He frowned. "Will a candle be all right?" ?”

"It's up to you." The voice was cold and deep, and there was a faint rustling sound, and a tiny candle was burning on the bright red candlestick.

The soft yellow light illuminated the shadow of John Watson in the wing, and only his shadow could be printed on the wall.

Sherlock stared at him. John Watson's face was slightly pale, his brows were tightly frowned, and there was a terrible dry blood stain on his shirt, which came out from the bandage. Sherlock watched his injury with an angry look, Fingers twisted together.

"Those two people... died... were torn to pieces by you..." John Watson said hoarsely, making people feel that he was choking, he didn't look into Sherlock's eyes, and lowered his head.

Sherlock glanced at him. "Yeah, I killed them."

The forest outside the window is purple, mixed with black, and the branches of the trees are swallowed up by the mountains, like a large bruise deposited in John Watson's eyes. The temperature in the room is damp and cold.

The doctor's resolute silence.

"You are worried about what I plan to do with Harriet." Sherlock asked softly while sitting in the chair, "Why do you have to have such unnecessary and stupid worries, I know she is your sister, killing her will make you Heartbroken, did I ever do anything to hurt you, John?"

After Sherlock finished speaking, he was silent with him. He looked at John Watson sadly in the silent room, sighed, and said after a long time, "We are already like that...do you still have doubts about me, John? "

"You are indeed born to suck blood, right, Sherlock, you were born to suck blood, and then you stopped, Sherlock, if you lose your potion, you will be like those nasty vampires." The doctor raised his head, The expression is not clear, "You must think I am a complete fool. Forgive me, Sherlock, I am always thinking wildly, but I can't control it. I am thinking, your reason and your kindness are all dependent on you Medicinal wine, if you can't drink that medicinal wine for a day, hunger and thirst will immediately regain control of you, and then the rage that you have imprisoned for many years will be released...and then...and then you will start killing, like in that restaurant Same thing, you'll start drinking blood and turn into a monster that's no different from a vampire. I don't know what will happen next time I appear in front of you at night."

"You mean I'm going to tear you apart and sip you out of hunger and thirst?"

"Yes, I fear so."

Sherlock didn't say anything, John Watson touched his sore spot, yes, the little doctor was right, no matter how strong his willpower was, even putting him in a black prison, he couldn't restrain himself His bloodthirsty hunger, he tried, and he did fail, without the potion, he was a monster, Sherlock gave a pale and sad smile.

John Watson clenched his fist at him, "Damn why don't you contradict me!"

"There's nothing to say, John, people in the world hate the blood race all the time, be wary of the blood race, you are not the only one," Sherlock smiled again, "Every day and night, human beings are on guard against the blood race, trying to eliminate us, No matter how smart and beautiful we are, in the eyes of you humans, we are just ugly and terrifying monsters. I know very well that once you witness my killing process, you will treat me like garbage, and you will do it for this Ridicule me, resent me, despise me, I am already rotten in your heart, my inside is rotten, what I say will sound to you as nonsense and deceitful nonsense."

"That's not what I fucking mean!" John Watson said. "Shut up! I don't think so of you!" Sherlock felt that he was burning with anger, and the doctor tried his best not to rush to slap him.

"Good night, John, you are seriously injured, you need to rest, I will ask Lestrade to bring some food, he is very good at taking care of the wounded." Sherlock jumped out of bed quietly, almost floating Going to the door, he turned his head and looked at John Watson sadly, "I will never let you become one of us, John, we belong to two races, our physical structure is completely different, no matter the flesh and blood— Also, bloodthirsty and thirst is a very painful thing, I will not bear to let you go through this, no matter how other vampires praise bloodsucking, I will not change the disgust in my heart, although I cannot completely Kill my blood desire, but I hate blood sucking very much, even more than you, because it grows on me, no matter what, I can't give you a conversion ceremony, I won't bite you, I won't in this life .”

Sherlock spent the night alone. During the day, he returned to his exclusive wing to sleep soundly. At night, he did not come out of the room for the first time.

Mycroft knocked softly on the door.

"Come in, brother." A soft voice came from inside the door.

Mycroft pushed the door open and entered. The room was dark, but his night vision allowed him to see clearly. Sherlock was sitting a few feet away in the darkness at the desk, holding his The sheepskin notes were being copied continuously in the darkness.

"Did the young couple quarrel?" Mycroft asked, "He was waiting for you alone in the dining car, but you didn't show up, and you didn't want to take the initiative to come to you, so I came to take a look."

"Mind your own business." Sherlock said coldly.

"My brother, if you really like him, domesticate him as your servant, so that he can't run away, once the servant loses his blood master, he will go crazy and even can't live, Sherlock, don't Mother-in-law, you should harden your heart, otherwise he can leave you at any time, this is why you are in such pain, right, you are a blood race, he is a livestock, and his life span is limited, just a few decades, You can never really be together, he will leave this world before you, do you understand?"

"I want him to be himself," Sherlock insisted. "For many years, I have never met such a person. He cares about me sincerely and does not seek any profit. How rare this kind of person is. Now I Once I meet him, I won't deliberately switch him, my brother, you don't have to persuade me in the future."

"Indeed." Mycroft sat in another chair and coughed twice, "Well then, Sherlock, you are very smart, and I follow you because I don't want to lose you."

"Of course, you relied on me to find the dark city. I also promised you, I will fulfill this promise, and I will lead you to find it."

"When exactly? Sherlock, we have been wandering in this land for more than 100 years."

"I am studying the map. The earth's crust has been changing for thousands of years. The underground city cannot stay in place all the time. It is constantly moving. The entrance is somewhere between London and Edinburgh. I think it will take a few more years.”

"How many years?" Mycroft said disappointedly. "Although I have countless years, I really don't want to wait a few more years. I'm tired and tired."

"Is your servant urging you? I'm afraid so, Mycroft, your Greg, who followed you at John's age, from boy to man, from hunter to A servant of the blood clan, he can't wait to get longevity, strength, beauty and speed."

"Well, sooner or later I will give him rituals...until we find the dark kingdom to settle down, I still need him as a human, he can do many things we can't do in the daytime, he is responsible for the purchase, including from the Thames You have to rely on him to extract your medicinal wine from the factory in the car to the car. No businessman would be willing to do business in the middle of the night. I need him to be a human being until the day we don’t have to wander anymore. I will give him glory at that time. Let him drink my blood and my life, let him have eternal age and strong dominance, let him be reborn as a blood race. I hope this matter can be completed sooner."

"I see, I'll be there soon."

"So... are you going to see your doctor tonight?"

Sherlock was silent for a while in the dark, and he said, "John is not in the mood to talk to me right now, and I will only upset him by seeing him."

"What the hell did you do?"

"I killed Donovan and Anderson in front of his eyes."

"If you don't kill them, they will kill you, and your doctor, not to mention that you spared his sister, what a kindness, she and the doctor have exactly the same expression, the same eyes, stubborn and stubborn , no wonder you are reluctant to kill her."

As soon as Mycroft's words fell, the train rumbled loudly, and the iron floor under their feet shook violently. The two brothers turned their heads and looked out the window at the same time. In the white mist, the train galloped forward on the rails, the huge wheels on the left and right turned at full speed, the boiler roared, and the powerful rushing force made the floor under their feet thump, and the scenery outside the window gradually retreated. It's almost like swallowing all the scenery in the night sky.

Jasmine Amber was controlling the train with elegant and quick movements from a far front position. The front of the car turned to the track on the left and bypassed a dense forest. She made the train go as fast as a demon.

"Look at how fast this train is going," Mycroft said calmly. "Our mechanic, Molly, has improved again. The dragon can no longer leave her."

"Yes, she is excellent." Sherlock put down the quill in his hand, sandwiched it in the middle of the paper, propped his temple with one hand, leaned on the armrest, and looked at his brother clearly through the darkness, "You What are you thinking?"

"About Jasmine, I know about the matter between you and her. She is willing to bear a child for you. How do you plan to handle this matter?"

"Let this world have one more blood-sucking monster?" Sherlock said sarcastically and sadly. This conversation reminded him of his mother. The birth of life will make the vampire women more hungry, because pregnant female vampires need more blood. The sense of satiety and blood-drinking frenzy will be stronger than usual, as powerful as magic, but once the due date arrives, the pregnant female vampire will die, her uterus will be torn apart, and the baby will be born. Sherlock would never allow such a thing to happen under his nose. In addition, he had to think about his child, a blood baby with his blood. This child may grow up to be another Sherlock Holmes, but Maybe not, the child might turn into a simple bloodthirsty monster.

All in all, a new life beyond his control.

"Hmph, you can use your medicinal wine to feed your child, and let him be like you. You are an animal...I mean, you grew up in a human market, and you are soft-hearted and not used to drinking human blood..."

"I'm not softhearted, Mycroft, I don't want to, I hate that I'm a beast."

"Okay, okay, let's not argue about this again, to be honest, your doctor, I really don't understand him, in his eyes we are all monsters, and you alone are perfect. "

"Not anymore, now I'm a murderer in his heart."

Mycroft's eyes flickered coldly, "You are so sad, you must be in love with him..."

Sherlock didn't answer.

"Well, I can't ask."

"Haliye, how did you tune//teach."

"She was pampered and spoiled by hunters. She was very fierce. I just wanted her to serve the vampire she hated the most. I made her humble and help the vampires to boil hot water and bath water every day. She learned how to make a fire in the kitchen. Meh, I even asked her to serve Irene, you know how much Irene hates hunters."

Sherlock frowned, "Let her stay with her brother, John just needs to be taken care of, so let her stay away from Irene."

"But Sherlock, this is not punishment..."

"Boiling water and cooking are enough training for a lady." Sherlock smiled and resumed writing his notes.

Mycroft shook his head and walked outside, "Okay, I'll take her to her brother who misses her day and night, I'm afraid you will be jealous of her, the time she gets tired of spending time with that doctor is better than that. You want more."

Sherlock didn't walk out of the door for 4 consecutive nights. He slept through the whole day and lived through the whole night alone. He focused on his dreams in his books and newspapers, and looked for the dark place on the map. He read the newspapers about the unsolved murders in the town recently, and sniffed out which murders were committed by the vampires, so that he could rely on these clues to hunt down the vampires in the town and persuade them to stop Do evil.

Sherlock was a little bored, he looked at the moonlight outside the window, then put on his overcoat, slipped out of the compartment, he walked to a door, the wheels of the train were rubbing sparks, rattling, rushing forward, He grabbed the iron rod and jumped onto the roof of the car without a sound. When he stood on the roof of the car, he froze for a moment.

The lonely figure sat cross-legged with his back facing him, sitting near the front of the car, with crutches quietly lying beside him, and an iron ladder was suspended from the ceiling of the car by chains, wide open, and John Watson climbed up from there of.

Sherlock watched his back from a distance, jumped forward a few times on his toes, and quietly got behind him in just a few steps.

John Watson seemed to have a sixth sense, turned his head in surprise, and looked at him at this moment, Sherlock heard his heart beating wildly.

Sherlock bowed his head under his jet-black bangs, smiling at John Watson, his coat billowing in the wind.

John Watson turned his head and looked straight ahead again angrily, deliberately ignoring him, Sherlock blinked at the back of his head, "John? Good evening."

"En." He replied coldly.

Sherlock tilted his head, he listened to the thunderous heartbeat, obviously moving crazily in John Watson's chest, like an out-of-control cowhide drum, faster than the wheels, rumbling in Sherlock's ears Yes, it was quite different from the cold tone in his mouth, so Sherlock sat down next to him and turned to stare at him.

"My John...forgive me..." Sherlock said softly.

John Watson looked back at him, his big blue eyes were instantly covered with mist, he gritted his teeth, his cheeks were flushed, "Damn it!" I would think that just one word from you can make me forgive you. You have left me alone for 4 days, 4 damn days. No! What do you think you are?"

Sherlock pursed his lips, he was a little moved, he couldn't help but put his hand next to his ear, caressing his hot cheek, Sherlock closed his eyes, and branded a kiss on his flaming lips .

"I don't know, what kind of person am I in your heart?" Sherlock whispered on his lips.

"Why do you think I will forgive you!" John Watson opened his eyes in front of him.

Sherlock smiled. "Dear John, it's easier to forgive me than to hate me."

John Watson lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "The vampires in the whole car thought I was dumped by you, and they didn't look right at me."

Sherlock hugged him, and couldn't help kissing him a few more times. John Watson pouted in the kiss, extremely cute, the air was filled with sweetness and coolness, filled with the aroma of plants, and the ground was blooming pink and purple The breeze rolled around the forest and rolled onto the roof of the car, gently caressing Sherlock's face, this gust of wind was as soft as John Watson's eyelashes sweeping his face, Sherlock was almost drunk in John Watson's In Kiss, his lovely doctor, Sherlock thought his little mouth was very interesting, more than anything else.

"Does your gunshot wound still hurt?" Sherlock paused the wet kiss and asked him softly.

The doctor shook his head, "It still hurts, but the recovery is good. The wound you treated is not inflamed. If you have nothing to do after you realize your dream, you can open a clinic and compete with me for business." He sighed, " My sister is very guilty, she shed a few tears every day when she came to take care of me, it was like I was paralyzed in front of her eyes."

"I do think it was her fault, and she should bear the consequences, and that consequence is remorse."

"You let her work as a maid on the train, let her light a fire, boil water and learn to cook."

"Believe me, John, this will give her hard work and patience."

"It will make her little hands rough and rough. She is only 15 years old. She has never done housework at home. My parents raised her as a lady and expected her to marry a wealthy family in the future. Is she getting out of the car, Sherlock? Let her go home?"

Sherlock looked at him with a smile and nodded, "You can do whatever you say, and I will do it." He put his hand on the doctor's waist and tightened him. Leaning back on his shoulders, for the night, Sherlock got this and he was content.

The doctor said, "I understand, Sherlock, you killed those two hunters, a large part of it was because of me, you were very angry at the time, right, I thought about it later, if you fell down, I Maybe I will kill for you too, no, I will definitely kill for you. I shouldn't doubt you, I'm just... I'm just... a flawed person, my heart is not strong enough."

"You are very firm, otherwise you would not have stayed in the car. You blamed me for killing my life, but you didn't say anything about leaving."

"Why me? Sherlock? There are many people better than me in this world. I have a disabled leg. I'm not perfect. Sometimes I'm vulnerable, and sometimes I even shake you. Why does it have to be me? ? Is it worth your pains to keep me by your side?"

"Huh? Didn't you take great pains to pester me?"

"Fuck you... you seduced me, stop talking about it." John Watson said impatiently, "You know why I stay with you, you know, because you are dangerous, and I happen to be very Thirst for adventure, you have everything I want in you, but I'm not sure why you're looking for me, I haven't been around for 170 years before this, and you're alive and well, and you're not even Need me, maybe you can explain."

Sherlock lowered his eyelashes, "I need you, John, remember the night when my brother forced me to drink blood, if you weren't here, he would have succeeded, he has succeeded more than once, I tell you the truth, I was young I lost my father when I was young and lived a life of fugitive. I lived with my brother in a foreign country. He protected me. To a large extent, he made me. Without him, I might have died in the hands of hunters. He hunted and fed me when I was too old to hunt, and at that time I still didn't realize how dirty and sinful the blood in my cup was, until I... drank the first After a living person, I started to feel regret, I felt that I had committed a crime, I thought I could control my blood thirst, but I found it too difficult, but I do want to make up for my mistakes, More than once my brother has raged over my refusal to drink blood. I have never been able to convince myself that I am disgusted by blood-sucking. Mycroft and I have even exchanged bad words about it, and I have made up my mind. I refused cruelty in my long life, he ordered me to kneel on the ground and suck the blood of the human beings he captured...John...you may think that I am terrible after hearing this...I surrendered...that human blood... ...very...delicious...time and time again, until my medicinal wine was born, I was no longer subject to him, no longer subject to my desires, I thought I would be able to meet one or two like-minded blood clans , I originally thought that one or two of the creatures in the night would realize like me that hunting and killing humans is an evil thing, an unforgivable crime."

Sherlock laughed desperately, "John, I was wrong. There is no such creature of the night in the world. I am the only one. My brother's so-called support for my dream is purely relying on me to lead him to find the one he wants. He cooperates with me, but he is dissatisfied with my unreasonable concept in his eyes. I am not fighting against Mycroft, but in fact, it is my nature. I have always refused to admit that tearing apart human carotid arteries is My nature, I am still unwilling to give in to this vile, sick and dirty desire for blood, and the vampires in my car, let alone them, I am afraid they are all laughing at my dreams, and they are just using me to avoid the enemy , You also said that once I become weak, they will run away, my brother has already predicted this, I have to fight alone, and walk alone on the road of my dreams until you appear."

Sherlock gave a faint, weak, pale smile.He turned his head and looked into John Watson's innocent eyes. Suddenly, Sherlock saw a heroic and decisive face with resolute anger. That time in broad daylight, under the shade of the tree, Sherlock saw What I saw was this pair of bold and brave eyes.

Sherlock restrained his smile, and John Watson kept looking at him with a rock-like expression.

"Sherlock, I don't care how many people laugh at you, I don't care if there are people who support you, I don't care whether you are a citizen of the day or a creature of the night, I don't care about these things, I think your dream is This is the right thing, your fire dragon is moving in the right direction, as long as you are still Sherlock Holmes, I will always be by your side, whether you treat me as a follower or a small pet, I will prove it to you I am not a simple pet, I am equal to you, your dream is my dream, I will fight side by side with you..."

Sherlock didn't wait for him to finish speaking, this serious and earnest round face made serious comments in his eyes, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, Sherlock held his chubby face with both hands, and squeezed She kissed him fiercely on the nose, "My John, you are amazing."

"Wait, I haven't finished my sentence yet..."

Sherlock bit his lip and threw him on the roof of the car. The back of John Watson's head hit the iron sheet with a dull sound. He fiercely grabbed Sherlock's curly hair for revenge, and his simple and honest fingers wrapped around him. His hair was inseparable, Sherlock gently sucked his lips under the moonlight, entangled his tongue with his tongue gratefully, and there was a slightly erotic and obscene sucking sound between his lips and tongue, Sherlock was full of love Hugging him tightly, smiling, listening to his small whimpers.

John Watson was always like this when he got pleasure, like a small animal, with a trembling back and a low wheezing in his throat.

Sherlock suddenly raised his head and stared at the fire dragon's tail vigilantly. The fire dragon was very long, with a body of hundreds of meters, the end was pitch black, and the rear of the car could not be seen.

The wheels were still rolling on the rails, and the roaring sound pierced the silent night.

A deep figure, wearing a black cloak with a hood, the hem fluttering behind him, in the dead night, the surroundings look desolate and lonely.

The figure approached the two of them on the roof of the car, Sherlock felt his doctor's nervous heartbeat, John Watson propped up his upper body on the roof of the car, staring blankly at the blurred night sky.

He couldn't see anything, but Sherlock could see very clearly.

He stood up and looked straight ahead, his eyes pierced the dark night like lightning, there was no expression on his cold and indifferent face, he had already been immersed in a state of facing an enemy.

The figure walks gracefully on the roof of the car, getting closer and closer, and emerges from the darkness. A faint moonlight shines on the cloak, the figure is dappled and blurred, and the stars shine on the endless sky, black His cloak unfolded in the wind, covering the distant horizon, as if it could swallow up the starlight at the end of the horizon.

John Watson sat on the roof of the car and muttered, "Who is that? Who is that here? Sherlock?" The doctor's voice suddenly became hoarse, and he couldn't utter a word for a while, and became speechless. When the words came, Sherlock felt that he should be the same as himself, aware of the strong danger coming ahead.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

The cloak shone with ruthless and desolate snow white, blue and silver. Sherlock saw a pair of scarlet eyes under the cloak, breathing fire like a hungry beast. Just one look would make him rotten instantly. , the moon cast a silver-gray light on the visitor, and he stepped out of the endless shadows and walked towards Sherlock Holmes.

This guy is like Grim Reaper.

like a ghost.

His complexion is like that of a person with albinism. His pale face is approaching, and his two long sharp teeth are shining with a cold light. Those terrible teeth are frightening. His breath is cold, as if he just walked out of the grave , the aura emanating from under the cloak makes people feel evil, extremely evil, the clothes on his body are elegant and luxurious, his cloak is made of mink, black and heavy, his fingernails hang down to his knees, as cold as ice There was a dark, vicious look in the black and red eyes, staring straight at Sherlock, trying to take his soul away.

Sherlock knew he would come.

The author has something to say:

The next episode is slightly heavy-mouthed children's shoes, get ready first

This article is indeed not the same as my previous Fuhuawen (the identities of Xiaoxia and Xiaohua are too different)

Some children's shoes commented that they have been in a bloody battle and they are not in a good relationship at all (well, I was wrong 嘿嘿嘤!!)

Children’s shoes have always complained that Xiaohua is useless and weak (en thinking) It’s fine to be useful on the bed (Xiaohua stands behind me holding a pan)

In fact, what vampires need is no longer power, they have everything, only spiritual things

The kind of thing that can comfort the spirit, so although small pets and the like cannot be used to kill enemies

But I really can't live without a virtuous and soft little flower

Now the fire dragon chapter has officially started the countdown, and will soon enter the second chapter

Update tomorrow, please praise my hard work with favorites and comments

Throwing mine children's shoes thank you =3= I feel your encouragement