Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Sherlock listened to the sound of the nails creaking and growing, the figure finally stood in front of Sherlock, the deadly, experienced ten fingers flashed with sharp claws like knives, the visitor did not agree with Sherlock at all. Say a word.

The cloak shook violently, and a sharp claw brushed against Sherlock's chest at close range. Sherlock bent down, hugged his doctor horizontally, and tiptoed around the dangerous devil. John Watson was startled in his arms, Reaching out to check his scratched skirt, several bright red bloodstains appeared on it, "Sherlock? Are you injured?"

"It's okay." Sherlock put him somewhere on the roof of the car, turned around and sprinted into the night again, leaving his doctor far behind, and he ran into the black figure head-on in the middle of the car.

Sherlock saw his smile, and the sharp claws that attacked him flashed in front of Sherlock's eyes again. Sherlock immediately took a big step back, and his feet stepped on the air. He was suspended outside the train and fell headfirst. , Sherlock lightly grabbed the iron frame next to the carriage, and floated back to the roof in less than two seconds, kneeling there on one knee, his coat kept flapping in the wind, he looked at the cloak, wrinkled eyebrow.

"You can't even say your name?" Sherlock asked him.

"I'm here to torture you, not to make friends with you." He said coldly, "I am your elder, I am an elder, I have lived for thousands of years, just remember this."

Sherlock took a big leap forward from the roof of the car, and the opponent moved faster and faster than him. The sharp claws grabbed Sherlock's coat effortlessly in the blink of an eye, and the incomparably powerful force will He grabbed Sherlock up in the air and threw Sherlock forward forcefully. He lost his balance and flew out. When he fell, he hit the hard chimney and bounced back to the surface of the car roof. His proud cheekbones were fierce. He slammed on the iron sheet, lying face down at the bottom of the steaming chimney, his body twisted into an unnatural angle, unable to get up for a while, Sherlock coughed, and a pool of scarlet blood gushed out of his mouth .

His internal organs were ripped open by the violent impact and were bleeding internally.

Sherlock snorted contemptuously at the blood he coughed up, slowly got up, and straightened his haughty back again.

The elder walked over in a walking manner, illusory, like a ghost.

Sherlock's hands were trembling, he tried to stabilize himself, a warm sweet taste came up in his throat again, he spat out a mouthful of blood like spitting, his eyebrows were tangled together in pain.

The elder smiled at him extremely viciously but gracefully. This smiling face is full of bloodthirsty and killing. It is difficult for people to appreciate it with peace of mind. Just those vicious smiling eyes are enough to tell others what kind of man he is. What horrible things he has done.

Sherlock took three quick strides forward.

The elder greeted him, leaped across the dark sky, and landed behind Sherlock at a dizzying speed. Sherlock could barely tell where he was moving. He turned around abruptly, but that The elder had already hugged Sherlock tightly from behind. Sherlock raised his hand and tightened his neck. For a while, the two wrestled with each other in a hand-to-hand combat posture.

Sherlock cried out in pain in the night sky, his fingers scratched the sides of his convulsed body, and he was thrown on the roof of the car again, with four long bloodstains on his right face.

"Look at me, Sherlock Holmes." The elder suddenly floated in front of him, and spread his legs on both sides of his body. He sat heavily on Sherlock's chest, hugged his face, and dug his sharp nails into the mouth. His hair went into his scalp, and the roots of his hair were soaked in blood. The elder called him softly, "Look at me."

Shouting hoarsely, Sherlock broke away from his hypnotic gaze, and he dodged the heart-piercing dark pupils in pain. He raised his hand, grabbed his cloak, and turned over suddenly. The elder grabbed his head and refused to let him go. He escaped, and the nails were inserted into Sherlock's scalp forcefully, getting deeper and deeper, like thorns, causing him excruciating pain. Sherlock sat on him instead, closing his eyes in pain, avoiding the gaze of the elders, His blood continuously flowed down from the roots of his hair, passing through his forehead and his fair cheeks, dripping down like spider webs horribly.

There were two drops on the elder's lips, and he stretched out his bright red demon tongue to lick the blood on his lips, which belonged to Sherlock Holmes, "Same as you, extremely beautiful." The elder said in a hypnotic voice Said softly.

Sherlock raised his head and wailed in pain, trying his best to get out of his confinement, the rake-like nails were finally pulled/out/from his scalp, Sherlock jumped back and took a few steps back, standing in the car panting On the top, blood slid down from his hair, wet his eyelashes, made his vision bloodshot, and more blood flowed down his earlobe, pattering on the shoulder of the coat.

"Sherlock!" John Watson ran over from a distance with limping footsteps, and shouted eagerly, "Sherlock!"

"Get in the car!" Sherlock ordered him forcefully.

As he said, he turned around and jumped lightly from the roof of the car, and jumped towards the direction John Watson was running from. His movements were as agile and light as a cat. He had just landed in front of John Watson, and the face of the elder loomed in front of him. Next to the shoulder, the movement was silent, Sherlock looked at John Watson's innocent face looking up at him worriedly, and panicked in his heart, he couldn't let his John be in danger!Not even if it takes a life!

Sherlock exploded his infinite potential in desperation, he hugged the elder, jumped out of the roof of the car, and fell madly towards the ground with him.

John Watson's cries of concern for him were instantly drowned in the loud noise.

The sound of the wheels echoed around me, deafening, and the sparks rubbed against the rails and flew in all directions, falling like a shower on the sharp gravel of the railroad.

Sherlock fell into the field outside with him, and he heard the bones on his body collide with the rocks, making a sound of breaking, Sherlock let go of the elder, and collapsed on the dry grass surface panting, Time lay dizzy on the ground and couldn't move. He looked up at the starry sky, and there was no one in his field of vision.

Suddenly, a faint grinding sound reached his ears, the cloak flapping as it unfolded in the wind, and Sherlock frowned.

A huge shadow blocked his star-gazing eyes, and the unsightly elder flew towards him from mid-air. Sherlock immediately turned over in pain, and the sharp claws rolled straight behind him. Huge pieces of dirt, debris and gravel were splashed all over the place, and Sherlock ran forward, chasing his giant dragon tail, and the cold light flashed behind him almost cut his head off his neck.

This is unreasonable!Sherlock thought to himself, he is already the fastest one in the blood race!I have never met anyone who moves faster than him!Sherlock himself has surpassed the limits of the imagination of those blood races!He is very powerful! For more than 100 years, he has been a king and a ruler. He has become stronger and stronger during his wanderings and countless injuries, and he is extremely strong, but now he is like an innocent rabbit being hunted down by vultures. Running desperately in the blocked wilderness, he was fleeing, and for the first time in his life, he ran desperately like a loser.

He ran forward in the severe pain of broken bones. He felt that even if he returned to the car, his followers would never feel sorry for him. Instead, they would laugh at him. insult him with words of self-respect.They would tease him outside the wing where he recuperated, and he could only go to John Watson for comfort, to John Watson, yes, yes, for John Watson, to live.

He decided, he wants to live!

Sherlock took a deep breath, he could feel the menacing claws still trailing behind his head, the cloak rustling in the wind, the toes easily tiptoeing behind him chasing him, playing with him, tearing him apart. When a wounded little wild cat was playing, Sherlock gritted his teeth, turned around unexpectedly, and stopped running. He moved his arm, trembling, and met the elder's attack with his nails. The elder's sharp nails penetrated him instantly. In the palm of his hand, blood was flying under the wind and the moon, Sherlock opened his mouth, and in an angry growl, two sharp teeth grew out, the cold and hard teeth hung outside his lips, and he used the other hand Grasping the back of the elder's neck, the elder's nails got stuck in his palm, and he couldn't pull them out for a while.

Under the moonlight, Sherlock opened his long fangs and stabbed forcefully into the elder's carotid artery. The sharp thorns pierced through the skin coldly and pierced deep into the neck of his kind. The warm blood flowed Passed through the tube on his fangs, sucked into his mouth, let you taste the pain too!Sherlock was thinking furiously in his heart. He raised his finger and pulled out his palm from the elder's sharp claws. He jumped back a few steps and looked at the elder kneeling on the ground in pain. He stared at Sherlock resentfully, his eyes were black and red, like a giant magic dog crawling into this world from the rift of hell.

With a triumphant and proud smile on the corner of Sherlock's mouth, he wiped his red lips with the back of his hand, and said contemptuously, "Smells like you, rotten." After he finished mocking, he smiled proudly and continued to chase after his The fire dragon, he grabbed the tail of the train, the plasma in his palm made his hands slip, Sherlock tried his best to drag his body with his hands and arms, and the loyal fire dragon also tried his best to drag him forward.

His chest was burning, and the broken bone / went into / his internal organs, causing him excruciating pain. Sherlock was shaking and biting his lip. Climbing to the roof of the car, a warm and reliable hand grasped his bloody palm, Sherlock opened his eyes wide, watching his doctor kneeling at the end of the train in amazement, pulling him up so hard.

Sherlock felt that the pain was all relieved in an instant. He smiled at John Watson, and the doctor pulled him up to the roof of the car, and knelt with him face to face.

Sherlock suddenly looked like a lost child who was found. He really wanted to throw himself into the doctor's gentle and warm arms and cry coquettishly, but he held back. He held his bleeding chest and moaned in a low voice. /groan.

"He's too powerful, beyond my expectation..." Sherlock coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.

John Watson stretched out his arms, hugged him tightly, and kept kissing his bleeding face, "Damn it! I thought you were dead just now! Damn it!"

Sherlock was surprised to hear his crying voice, and his heart trembled. He raised his other uninjured hand, pressed John Watson's little head, and tremblingly stroked the soft short hair on the back of his head, "I I'm not dead, John, I won't die, no one can make me die, I'm a vampire."

"Did I hurt you?" John Watson quickly let go of him, holding his face to check his injuries.

Sherlock shook his head, "Let's go back to the car...especially you, I can't let you make any mistakes, you go to my brother..."

Before he finished his hoarse voice, John Watson was suddenly dragged into the darkness,

"Let go of him!" Sherlock snarled, standing up furiously with his eyes wide open.

"Don't move," Sebastian Moran said in a flat and steady tone, and Sherlock watched as he pressed his cold and sharp nails lightly on John Watson's neck, "If you take a step closer, I will let you blood on your little one," Sebastian said, "Can you imagine what it's like when his hot blood sprays in the air?"

Sherlock trembled all over, half out of anger, half out of fear, his weakness was accurately caught, and Sherlock stood there obediently, motionless.

Sebastian's sharp claws pressed harder, and Sherlock watched the warm and moist blood-red liquid drip onto John Watson's collar, and the familiar bloody smell wafted in the wind, straight to his nostrils Sherlock slammed into his temple, and Sherlock roared angrily from his throat, "If you dare to scratch him with your dirty hands, I swear, I will not even die. You disemboweled."

"Sherlock, Sherlock," Sebastian whispered next to John Watson's cheek, "his blood looks very fine, very good."

Sherlock stared at him, "My patience has a limit," he said coldly, "Sebastian Moran, I don't like people touching my personal items, and I will tell you how bad I am." Like this disrespectful behavior, you better keep your hands off his throat."

"Ah," said Sebastian, "what if I don't want to?"

"You will be willing," Sherlock said, "I am the ruler of the blood race. I made you submit last time, and I can do it this time. I will let you bite off your own tongue, chew and swallow it."

"Is it okay for you to be like this now?" Sebastian asked softly.

"I can, Sherlock Holmes always said he would."

"Ah, I'm so scared," Sebastian said, and he smiled and grabbed John Watson. The doctor couldn't move in his arms, and if he moved a little, the sharp claws would be inserted/into his soft throat, He also looked at Sherlock with anger and sorrow, and Sherlock could only look at him.

"My dear Moran, well done." The devilish voice came from the night wind, and a bat-like figure jumped up from behind the train, the cloak fluttering like wings behind the devil, "The most impressive Heart-piercing abuse is about making someone he loves suffer in front of his eyes, and you learned that from me, Moran."

"My master..." Sebastian called him softly, "My Mr. Moriarty."

Moriarty floated behind Sherlock silently like a black mist. Sherlock's arm was instantly grabbed by him, and he twisted violently behind him. He screamed hoarsely, but the strength of the other party did not relax at all. Wanting to fight back with the other hand, his arm was forcefully twisted upward by the opponent. Sherlock heard a "click" from his arm, and a burst of pain came. He couldn't help screaming again, and the sound was even louder. Bigger.

"Let him go!" cried John Watson, full of anger. "Fuck you monsters! You dirty and ugly monsters!"

Moriarty stood behind Sherlock's shoulder, looked up at John Watson, "I don't think so, I think I am strong, I defeated this ignorant vampire, he is so arrogant, he dared to be arrogant Those who call themselves kings and still bully me, I just want to take revenge, and I will tell him what a true blood master should look like." Moriarty replied.

"Shut up, little pet, if you keep making noise, I will rip your throat open, be quiet, understand?" Sebastian echoed coldly.

Sherlock struggled in severe pain. He watched his John tighten his lips aggrievedly under duress. Sherlock could feel his anger, but Sherlock was a little helpless now.

"If you kill him, you have nothing to blackmail me," Sherlock said.

Moriarty smiled softly, "Who said I was going to threaten you with him? It's just an animal. I just want to break your arm in front of him." Moriarty said gently Said to him, "Shh... soon, the pain is just a moment."

Then, his arm was roughly twisted, and he heard the sound of his muscles and bones splitting in the rotation, Sherlock looked up and widened his eyes, trying to scream, but there was no way to get a word out of his lips , could only make a thin whimper, hoarse and heavy, Sherlock opened his mouth and breathed in with difficulty, he felt bad, his cold arm was burning.

"Help..." he finally called out, but so weakly that even John Watson didn't know if he could hear him. He trembled all over, and closed his eyes again, as if falling asleep would make the pain go away like.

But the pain didn't abate at all, Sherlock's eyes were closed tightly, his breathing was disordered, his body was shaking constantly, making him let out a faint scream, Moriarty smiled sinisterly behind him, he vaguely heard his John leading Calling his name with a voice as painful as his.

"Stop!" he heard his John shout, "Damn it! Stop! Please stop! I never beg, but I beg you, don't do this to him, Sherlock! Sherlock! Wake up! You Don't fucking touch him! Let him go! Sherlock... Sherlock!"

Sherlock knelt down, he felt the sound of his arms leaving him, the muscles and tendons twisted in an extremely cruel way on his body, his flesh gradually disintegrated from his shoulders, bones and joints There was a rattling sound, Moriarty yanked violently, and the fabric of the clothes made a merciless ripping sound, and Sherlock's side of his body sprayed out a large amount of blood, and his mind began to go numb, There was nothing, and there was a terrible smell all around him, and that smell was his blood.

He couldn't feel his arm anymore, and Sherlock started wanting to sob.

Moriarty threw his severed arm in front of his eyes. Sherlock looked weakly. He couldn't cry. Maybe it will be more comfortable this way.

He slowly raised his head and looked at John Watson's face, that lovely face was crying to him, the honest outline was blurred in front of him, Sherlock flung forward weakly, hitting his cheek On the roof, he blinked blankly, trying his best to shout out again.

"John..." he cried weakly, he found that his voice was so small that even he couldn't hear it clearly, he was lying in a pool of his own blood, and he kept swallowing blood in his mouth, Sherlock He has drank a lot of blood in his life, and he can distinguish the taste of all kinds of blood. He has drank his own blood more than once, but he has never been so disgusted as he is now. uncomfortable.

Blood, so much blood.

Then he saw his John being thrown into the air, Sebastian Moran coldly threw him into the night sky outside the train, John Watson's body drew an arc in his pupils, and then that The small, fragile, vulnerable body fell into the darkness, and the fire dragon galloped forward with the miserable sound of its whistle.

This was the last scene he saw.

Sherlock murmured wearily, "John..." He slowly closed his eyes, completely sinking into a dead pool of blood.

The author has something to say:

Let us raise our right hand together and say goodbye to Xiao Hua (Xiao Xia is in tears)

The main character Guanghuan bless him, amen

Yes, he's coming to an end for now, and he won't show up again until after two or three chapters

As for what kind of new twist and new bloody plot will be after he shows up, I will obediently not spoil it this time.

Tomorrow I will update Xiaoxia with tears

Thank you again for the good children's shoes for throwing mines, thank you for your encouragement, I am so moved QAQ

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