Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

He had been to the power plant to explore before, but he had never come across this entrance by chance. Even if he did, he might not make up his mind to ruthlessly kill many lives so that he could go out and meet John Watson and McCollough. Ford reunion.

He started to prepare the electric device, and was ambitious to prepare for a long journey. At the same time, he was faced with difficult choices. If he abandoned his lonely little John in this place without relatives, Jasmine Amber would not forgive him under the nine springs. What's more, once the immature little John loses his supervision, he is likely to be instigated by the blood clan with treasonous hearts in the city, and thus degenerates even more seriously.

Sherlock felt an extreme headache for the child he created himself. He realized that he was not good at taking care of children. Since the birth of little John, his daily food has been done by the servants in the palace. Sherlock would occasionally enlighten him about science and Chemistry, including the superficial knowledge of alchemy, his care and love for Little John is nothing more than that. If Little John is to grow up to become a spiritual blood like him who understands that everything has dreams, a good father is necessary.

Every time Sherlock thought of this, his eyes would involuntarily look at John Watson.

At noon that day, Sherlock put forward his thoughts at the dinner table, "John... I am not shirking my responsibility, I have to tell you the truth... I am not suitable to be a father, not just because I have no experience, I can't Controlling children, you understand me, I have limited ability to deal with creatures like children."

"Huh?" John Watson muttered, chewing his food, "what on earth do you mean by that?"

Sherlock pursed his lips, thought for a while, and said, "You know, you once educated my brother, you choked him speechless, and made him confused and depressed for several days, You are a human being with good conduct. Although you made a small mistake on the operating table when you were unlucky, in general... you are a good person, you understand morality and ethics, and you also understand the value of life. can work..."

"Sherlock, damn it, what the hell are you trying to express?" John Watson responded dissatisfied.

"Please be my child's godfather, would you like to? It is true that he is very naughty, but I would also have a headache."

John Watson was slightly surprised, and then the surprise disappeared in an instant. He suddenly stretched out a relieved smile, lowered his head and said, "God, I thought...you want to discuss with me and find a new one for him. Mommy will take care of him..."

Sherlock stared at him, "It's impossible, I already have you, I don't need another woman."

"That's not fair to Molly, Sherlock." John Watson said, opening his mouth, and Sherlock spread butter on the hot bread with fresh duck meat rolled on the fork, put it on his lips to cool it, and then A mouthful was stuffed into his mouth.

John Watson was very satisfied with his service, and even felt a little proud and proud that he was able to command Sherlock. He puffed up his cheeks and said, "She loves you, only to have children."

Sherlock frowned, "Maybe part of it is because she loves me... But more, she wants to have a child herself, and I can't handle children, so I never really think about it. Lonely, she wanted to leave her blood and end her life, she made a wish to me, I fulfilled her, I owe her a lot, she piloted the Scarlet Rebirth for me when she was very young, and later she was about to die due to a heart attack Passed away, I converted her for my own sake, I needed her, and she has served me faithfully for more than 100 years, I should repay her any request."

John Watson nodded as if understanding him, "You never lack women by your side. Before I appeared, you had Miss Adler and Jielin by your side."

Sherlock thought of these two blood races as if they were a dream that could not be found. Before John Watson appeared, it was true that he was surrounded by these women, but he still felt alone, only with John Watson. Only then can he feel that he is really alive. In his memory, Miss Adler and Jielin are somewhat ruthless towards him, and they have all died on the train, which has been wiped out of his life. Sherlock can't help but Arousing the chill, he suddenly understood what John Watson said, that little John should not be allowed to surrender to him on the surface like blood races such as Irene and Jielin. Betrayal, this is a merciless blow to Sherlock.

On the terrifying Scarlet Rebirth, not many lucky ones survived, including Sherlock's enemies.

Sherlock didn't want to talk about the series of dragons that he personally smothered, even John Watson himself didn't want to mention it too much.There are too many regrets and sorrows on it.

But when they recall all the past that happened on the train, their tone will always soften and avoid bloody tragedies. There are still many tender pasts worth recalling on the train.

Sherlock explained, "You'd be a fool if you were jealous of them."

John Watson grinned, his smile was forced, his teeth were white, but there was no smile in his eyes, he replied: "Sherlock, I know they are dead, it is really stupid to care about them, but Xia Locke, one day I will leave you, you are immortal, and I am just a mortal, I will leave this world before you, I can't help but feel sorry for you when I think about it... You will need one sooner or later ...a woman of the same kind as you, will accompany you for a long time..."

The knife and fork on the table suddenly fell to the ground. Sherlock grabbed his hand and pulled him from the chair. John Watson fell from the chair and knelt at his feet. Sherlock scowled, " Never think like this, there is absolutely no one in this world who can replace you." He suddenly looked at John Watson's face tenderly, "If it is absolutely necessary, I can also go with you, and we will stay away from this secular world and be liberated together."

John Watson immediately vetoed him, "I will never forgive you for killing yourself for me."

Sherlock just didn't answer, John Watson didn't see the resolute expression on his face, but it's okay if he didn't see it, lest John Watson think too much.

After eating, they left the dining room and went to the secret room.

When John Watson walked down the damp and narrow stairs, he reached out his hand and held Sherlock. For some reason, whenever John Watson held his palm, Sherlock always had a feeling of peace and reassurance.

The moss on the wall was about to grow into a forest, John Watson shivered slightly from the cold, Sherlock took off his white robe and put it on his shoulders, John Watson smiled wordlessly.

He insisted on relying on his own ability to walk down the stairs, and Sherlock followed him, leading him down carefully. His eyes were still useless, and he couldn't see any light, and his pupils and irises were intact. , but can't see any scene.

Sherlock led him to the door of the secret room and unlocked it. Little John crouched in the corner with his knees hugged. When he saw him coming, he stood up happily and flew towards Sherlock. Sherlock embraced him with one arm. Look at him, observe his complexion.

The fair face looks very energetic, but it is a little pitiful.

"Is Dad leaving?" Little John said softly, lying on his shoulder, "Where are you and this John going?"

Sherlock replied, "First, I will take him to a human doctor. His eyes are uncomfortable, and I will cure him."

Little John stared at the doctor intently, "I have never seen the daytime, nor the sun, I really want to know what the outside world looks like."

Sherlock saw John Watson holding his cane tightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Sherlock opened his mouth before him, "John, from today onwards, he is your godfather, you have to respect him, you have to do whatever he tells you, you can only listen to his teaching, you can't refute it."

John Watson said in a low voice, "Yes, kid with the same name as me, what your father said is right. From today on, you will be under my control. You must ask me first about your every move, no matter what the situation is. , whether your father is present or not, you have to obey me."

Little John suddenly said pleasantly, "Then, do you want to take me out too?"

Sherlock said: "So far, your attitude of introspection is very good. After you go out, you must stay with us and you are not allowed to leave half a step, and you must obey the guidance of the godfather. If you agree to this, I will Take you away. Once you are disobedient, once you make the mistake of the power plant again, I will send you back without mercy and never let you go out again."

Little John cheered, "I'm going outside!" He raised his voice happily, "Human world! Long live the land! I'm going out to play!" He waved his little arms and shouted loudly, as if winning Some kind of childish game of, "I love you daddy!"

Sherlock looked at him sternly.

Little John reacted. He quickly broke free from Sherlock's arms and jumped to the ground. He didn't look like a person who had been deprived of his freedom for a month. His hands and feet were extremely flexible. He looked up at John Watson. , Little John showed a smile of unknown meaning, and opened his hands to hug John Watson's waist, "My godfather, my new father, if I am disobedient, can you stop beating me?"

"I can't promise you, I will beat you no matter which one of us you are mad at." John Watson said solemnly, "I'm afraid your father never beat you, but I may not, if you are too Go too far, and I'll beat your ass, and then no one can intercede for you, not even Sherlock, and he won't help you either."

Little John nodded vigorously, held him tightly with both arms, and then grabbed John Watson's clothes corner affectionately, looking at his blind eyes, Little John smiled meaningfully again, "I will be very obedient , because even my father listens to you... Lord Godfather."

John Watson raised his hand with a smile and stroked his head, "I'm really not used to this name, but it's good."

Little John was in the middle, raising his arms, and holding the two warm-hearted adults who were looking forward to his healthy growth. When they slowly left the secret room, John Watson pricked up his ears on the stairs. Since he was blind, His hearing became particularly sharp, "I heard someone screaming."

John Watson stopped vigilantly, his heart racing due to nervousness, and Sherlock heard him panting slightly.

A moan came from the depths of the dark corridor, echoing faintly behind them, John Watson looked a little uneasy, Sherlock just remained silent, he saw John Watson slipping a drop of sweat on the cold steps.

John Watson slowly followed the sound, he leaned on the wall, Sherlock wanted to stop him, but John Watson insisted on moving towards the miserable sound.

A scream of agony came from the end of the corridor.

John Watson walked to the depths of the corridor, his back was dappled and blurred by the dim light outside, reflecting the deep dark color, he held the crutch tightly, narrowed his eyes, as if he was waiting for something to come out A figure emerged from the darkness.

He took two steps forward along the corridor, then stopped.

"Sherlock? Is something locked in there?"

Sherlock moved to his side, his footsteps said softly, "It was the former king, and I imprisoned him in the dungeon."

John Watson turned to the darkness and whispered, "It sounds like a ghost."

John Watson suddenly asked worriedly, "If you leave, will he be released by other blood races?"

Sherlock pondered and said, "You can't tell, John, although the vampires in the city have been suppressed by medicinal wine, they are actually hungry and thirsty. You know, what they need to drink is blood, steaming blood, not wine. This king was bloodthirsty, he kept humans in captivity, and he was as cruel as Moriarty."

"If he is released, he will have a chance to take revenge on you." John Watson's eyes suddenly became very dark, "What's worse, he may have a chance to escape from this underground city to the human world Doing evil, just like that elder, killing a lot, he is a complete beast... right, Sherlock."

Sherlock put his hand on his shoulder, "Let's go back to the palace, John, it's cold here, you'll get sick if you stay too long."

"A beast, Sherlock, think it through, an unconvincing beast, his heart is rotten, there is no guarantee that you can lock him forever, bind him, he is a scourge, one day he will suddenly appear on the land , if you meet him again at that time, it will be too late, he will hunt humans at night, listen to his screams, I can feel that even under the chains and dungeons, he is still strong, in case He escaped from here, and it will be too late to regret it."

"John..." Sherlock frowned.

"Listen to his cry, like a wild beast." John Watson added, "I am soft-hearted, but I cannot condone evil... or more terrible things will happen."

Sherlock immediately took his arm and dragged him outside.

"What on earth did you imprison him for?" asked John Watson sharply.

"In order to make him afraid, make him submit, and make him stop doing evil." Sherlock replied briefly, "It's good to lock him up like this."

"He'll be alive, always here, damn it, until the day he's free!"

Sherlock looked at his face, and it took him a long time to admit reluctantly, "You're right...but John...I can't..."

"If it were me, I would definitely screw his goddamn head off on the spot."

John Watson said gloomily, "Haven't we experienced enough bad luck, Sherlock Holmes... Don't you have to wait until the bad luck befalls other innocent human beings before regretting it? The lesson you learned on the train Is it not enough? How many times will it take you to understand that this kind of unrepentant blood race is not qualified for mercy and forgiveness at all. They have no need to live. Even if they live, it is a disaster. I think that even if the city of darkness is burned It's not a pity..."

"John!" Sherlock roared into his face, "I know! There is no need for wicked people to live. I understand it more deeply than you. It is not that I don't understand the truth that sinners deserve retribution, but you have to think about it too. , I have done evil too, I have killed no fewer people than this king, the amount of human blood I have sucked in my long eternal life is beyond your imagination, before medicinal wine was invented, I had to go hunting every month At first, I could control it once a month or once every two months, but most of the time I was in a state of unbearable hunger and thirst. Two months later, then went into madness, more than dozens of hunts in one night, you don't want to know those details, it took me 1 years to stop this kind of life...my hand Thousands of lives have been stained on the earth, and I have been drinking human blood since I was born. Although I didn't kill it with my own hands, those human blood did enter my mouth. I am the embodiment of evil. I don't think I can judge the same kind in the dungeon, even Moriarty, I can't judge him, I swear to kill him, the first reason is that he ruined my dream and made me angry, and the bigger reason is that he hurt you. "

"Kill him." John Watson repeated the word blankly in front of his eyes, his voice somewhat hollow, "Kill him, for me."

"John... the lock of the cell is very strong, no one can open it except me, he will not be released..."

"In my opinion, he deserved what he deserved when he died."

Sherlock said hoarsely, "If it was your people who were imprisoned in the dungeon, would you treat him like this?"

John Watson suddenly let out a suffocated roar from the depths of his throat, "Fucking end his life! Let him disappear from this world!" He roared, "If it wasn't for the sake of my powerlessness, I would Kicked your goddam ass off, got you out of the way, I did it myself!"

Sherlock stood before him for a long time, and John Watson's blind eyes were hard.

Finally, Sherlock let go of his arm slowly, nodded and said, "I see, John, I will do as you say, you wait here for me, I will be back soon."

After all, Sherlock strode forward and stepped into the depths of the dark corridor. He walked towards the miserable scream alone. As long as time passed, no one would remember the king who was locked in the dungeon. , no one will remember who sent him to hell, no one will remember how much blood was on Sherlock's hands, whether it was innocent blood or blood that deserved it.

Maybe even John Watson will forget the existence of this little episode by then, if only he is willing to forget it all.

As Sherlock opened the dungeon door, he remembered his father's words.

You will soon know that when you go out to the outside world, in that world, you will encounter many involuntary things. Once you encounter them, you will not fail to feel them. Once you feel them, you It will also be as helpless as those humans.

The weary former king, dragging his arms under the chain, his face was rough and dirty in the dark, a little old, his glory was gone, and the white robe symbolizing supreme power was draped over John Watson's shoulders In fact, John Watson is truly supreme, he can make Sherlock Holmes, the king, do anything for him.

Sherlock looked huge and proud in front of this prisoner. He was enough to make any mortal on the land fall in love with him. Anyone who saw him would think that he had the most delicate and beautiful face ever. He was so beautiful. To the extent that all noble ladies are ashamed.But he has never been completely occupied by anyone. Now, all his beauty and all his powerful power belong to only one person, and he is at his disposal.

The strength of Sherlock's attack was particularly ruthless, the harder it was, the faster the pain would end.He held a severed head between his fingers, and he wanted to throw the head into the fire and watch him burn to ashes, so that he could kill blood races who were as stubborn as him, holding the head in his palm Still alive, when Sherlock held this head and passed in front of John Watson, he heard John Watson's breathing, low and firm, firm almost cold-blooded.

Little John has been afraid to speak, the expression on his face is cloudy and uncertain, Sherlock can see the real fear in his eyes, he is very afraid of John Watson, and he is also afraid of Sherlock, Sherlock understands him Panic thoughts, if one day, John Watson ordered Sherlock to kill Little John, at that time, would Sherlock also ruthlessly tear off his head like this now, and let the blood flow at his feet? dripping.

Sherlock didn't talk to John Watson along the way. He picked up an iron bucket outside and threw his head in. Then he picked up a kerosene lamp and smashed it in the iron bucket. The horrible head was stimulated by the kerosene. Xia also blinked at Sherlock twice, a cluster of flames climbed onto the match, Sherlock looked at the iron bucket, and then threw the match into it.

The head lost its voice channel, so he could only twist his face in pain, he couldn't open his mouth to scream, this time, he really turned into a ghost.

Sherlock leaned on the luxurious throne and thought about his thoughts, while John Watson sat far away in a chair in the bedroom waiting for him to return to his room. The two of them had been trapped in a stalemate since the incident in the dungeon. Inside, no one is willing to speak first, a bit like a cold war.

After a long time, Sherlock sighed. He stood up slowly, stepped off the golden throne, and returned to the bedroom. He found that John Watson was already asleep on the bed. Sherlock undressed, threw away his coat, and opened the curtain Walking to the bed, he stood there, looking at his peaceful sleeping face.

In his opinion, John Watson's heart has been seriously hurt. He has a shadow on the blood race. In his heart, it seems that except for Sherlock Holmes and Mycroft Holmes, who has the same surname as him, everyone Even if they die, they don't deserve mercy. In his lifetime, Sherlock has seen enough of human beings being polluted by evil, but his John can't become like that. His John is pure in heart, and he must not be tainted by darkness and lose everything. beautiful.He secretly swore in his heart that he would protect John Watson well and never add a speck of dust to his heart again.

Sherlock leaned down, kissed him lightly on the forehead, and then lay down next to him, with his hands stacked upright on his stomach, as if lying in a coffin, Sherlock slowly closed his eyes, he occasionally I also dreamed that when he was a child, there was not much to do in London, but he read a lot of books alone, went to church on time, and occasionally accompanied his father and brother to high-class dinners.

He likes to track down the mysterious and unsolved murders in the newspaper, and write down the details. Later, he found that most of the unsolved murders have something to do with blood.Sherlock had a hunch when he was young that sooner or later he would have a clear boundary with the humans around him. His father was a little nobleman who liked city life, and he was taught human etiquette since he was a child, and he had been among the animals for a long time. Like livestock, including their smell, Sherlock likes the smell and temperature of living people, and he began to explore humans, although this feeling was a long, long time ago in retrospect.

He kept questioning why he was still so different from human beings, why his body temperature was so icy cold and unlovable, and he gasped when others touched him, why he had to drink it every night before going to bed Only by drinking a cup of blood can he feel at ease. He has been warned since he was a child that he is not really like a human being, but he does not feel that animals are inferior to him. , It is true that many people died. He felt that it was all his own fault. He did not blame his father, but Sherlock was not sure. When he was desperate, he would resent the cruel nature that existed in him since he was born.

Perhaps everyone is born somewhat cruel, and no one is completely pure and innocent. Since John Watson insisted on punishing those blood clans who had done bad things like him, and he happened to be willing to sacrifice his life for John Watson, that's it. Let things take its course, he is just fascinated by a human being, and it is only because of this that he does what he does not want to do. It has nothing to do with justice, and it has nothing to do with blood desire. This kind of choice forced to make for the sake of emotion, Originally it was difficult to separate good from evil.

Sherlock snorted lightly and slowly on the bed, it was the first time he was so powerless to resist being forced by a human being.

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