Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

In silence, hours passed.The silence was mixed with a deadlocked cold war.

John Watson closed his eyes, a cold hand touched his cheek, he sighed and said, "I don't want to open my eyes, Sherlock, there is no difference between opening my eyes and not opening them, I still can't see you. "

Sherlock got up beside him and sat quietly next to John Watson.

John Watson reached out and held his palm, but Sherlock remained silent.

Slaughter was a chore to him, and the corridor leading to the dark dungeon was like opening the gates of hell to John Watson, and inside was a devil with endless troubles, like Moriarty , this kind of devil must be uprooted.

John Watson sat up from the bed silently, he could only hear some noises in the emptiness and darkness, he groped to put on his nightgown, followed his understanding of the room, walked to the bathroom, he could not see himself in the mirror, In the dark, he picked up water to wash his face, and then wiped it clean.

Then he changed his clothes with his own ability, Sherlock took him to the dining room as usual, John Watson sat at the table, touched a cup of coffee in the darkness, he put the coffee to his mouth and took a sip, Sherlock He was being fed, sometimes a piece of pie, sometimes a hunk of meat, and fruit.John Watson opened his mouth and ate without much thought.

Since he recovered his memory, as long as he felt Sherlock was close by, John Watson felt peaceful and peaceful, and the food became delicious. He cherished this feeling very much. Only then did his loneliness end.

He was holding the old walnut cane in his hand. He didn't expect that Sherlock would keep it for him all the time. Maybe it was used to see things and think about others. Sometimes, it is undeniable that this high-ranking blood was tamed by him in turn. Now, Sherlock Holmes is more like a servant taking care of him. Mycroft must be so angry when he sees this scene.

The full moon was only a few hours away, and John Watson was led into the study, where Sherlock pressed his hand to a bas-relief.

"Here's a sketch of the electrical installation."

John Watson stroked the intricate pattern on the wooden carving in surprise, a bit like the astrological compass used by ancient gypsies for divination. Sherlock pulled his finger and made him move clockwise in one direction, "This pattern is a The model needs to be engraved on the ground before starting. In these grooves, different parts of human limbs and organs should be placed. There are a total of 24 positions. You don’t want to know which organs are. The human heart is one of them. One of the necessities," Sherlock said, letting his fingertips pass through some criss-crossing symbols, and stop at the center of the wood carving, "and here, the center must be filled with blood, a lot of blood, so that it can be transferred Dropping current in a particular direction, although I have never tried it, but in theory, this device is flawless, no matter how strong the charge can be transferred."

John Watson touched the deep blood reservoir in the middle, and couldn't help gasping for air. Only 24 lives were exchanged for his freedom. John Watson pushed the wooden carving away and took a step back, feeling very uncomfortable.

"What the hell!" John Watson yelled. "24 lives? So much blood and life for this broken map?"

"Anyway, the person is dead."

John Watson kept stepping back, leaning against the wine cabinet, suddenly sad, "Is it worth it? This city is no different from the outside city, just one of many ghostly places. There are killings everywhere, everywhere Yes, even if you go out, there will not be a moment of peace."

Sherlock came over to support him, stroking his back with one hand through the thin clothes, John Watson leaned forward, fell into his arms, and hugged him tightly, although John Watson Seeing that he couldn't see him, but Sherlock's face must be as pale as snow, maybe he was frowning like himself and couldn't get rid of it.

"The rest of the human beings in the power plant refused to go out with me. I couldn't convince them. They were originally wary of the blood race, but now they even distrust me. They have lived here since their parents. For these humans living underground, this is their hometown, no one knows what the outside world is like, and no one yearns for it.”

"Is it safe to keep them here? Losing your dark city, will they turn back into cattle?" John Watson didn't want to get an answer, and Sherlock couldn't promise him firmly.

Then a long silence passed, and in the darkness Sherlock took John Watson by the elbow and led him through the echoing luxurious corridors towards the power plant.

In a few hours, they will leave this dark city.

There was a sound of going down the stairs. After one door opened, another door closed again. John Watson could only tell by hearing that he had entered the range of the power plant, and Sherlock was holding his hand all the time.

Sherlock walked to the spot where the black hole would manifest, and got to work.

"What are you doing?" asked John Watson loudly.

"I'm making preparations. I'm going to carve the pattern on the woodcarving onto the ground with a knife."

Sherlock's voice came from the darkness. He didn't stand very far away, and seemed to be walking around constantly. His footsteps could not be heard, but his voice kept changing and drifting away.

"Don't be depressed, John. When it comes to bloodshed and massacres, you and I both understand that those are irreparable mistakes. Regret and heartache are useless. We have to get rid of these memories. You can't keep thinking about them."

John Watson sighed heavily, "I don't want you to be covered in blood, but that's all I can do... Do you hate me, Sherlock? I told you to do that kind of thing, you told me what you experienced on the train Me, those horrific sights, you also saw Moriarty leading those insane vampires to do countless terrible things."

John Watson's lips tightened: "He has turned your train into a slaughterhouse, Sherlock."

After the short sentence hovered in the air for a moment, he continued, "When you wake up, the train is full of corpses, everywhere, and the massacre for ten days has been going on every night without stopping, just like Like a celebration, all you can see are corpses, and fragments of bodies, all torn to pieces. There are people locked in shackles in the car waiting to have their throats ripped out. Others are put head down hanging from the car door, and his blood was drained."

John Watson said in a low voice, "Too many people died... Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, these pictures always popped up in my mind. I can imagine the bloody scene, you know I can. Just I'm already disgusted and angrier after hearing your description. Dear Sherlock, I'm guilty and sorry that you have to do that dirty work for me, because I forced you, but Sherlock, you can't let the outside As long as that kind of devil lives for a day, we are condoning the crime. If he has the opportunity to go outside, the consequences will be even more disastrous, and by then, it will be too late to regret."

It took Sherlock a long time to reply, "I understand, I don't blame you, yes, I am very reluctant to kill, no matter if it is a living person or a vampire, but I am more aware that some necessary killings cannot be avoided, just like those two hunters, they If you don't die, you and your sister's lives will be implicated. John, there is still a prejudice between you and me. If the dead person is a member of your clan, no matter how vicious or vicious that person is, you will feel pity. Becoming a vampire, you feel like you deserved it, and when I had to burn the whole fire dragon to stop any more carnage, I was filled with disgust, and they were all there, my followers, whether they were sincere or not , they were all in that sea of ​​fire, they were all screaming, crazy and incoherent. They were all my people, they called me king, and they all died in the fire that I set. In a sense, they all It was my fault. I was too weak, and I caused more than 100 innocent bloods to lose their lives."

John Watson snorted. "Innocent?" he said, "I don't think they are innocent, beasts with no intention of doing good. They pretend to be humble on the surface, but in their hearts they are thinking about how to suck human blood. Even if they die, they deserve it."

"John!"

"Enough! Sherlock!" There was pain in John Watson's invisible eyes, "You do have your beautiful dreams, and I appreciate your dreams too. Humans and vampires trust each other, live in harmony and so on, just listen It looks very desirable, but you must be extremely thirsty... As long as you don't drink that damn medicinal wine for a day, you will be no different from a vampire. I am different from you, how can you expect me to think of you It's exactly the same. I'm afraid... But it's useless to be afraid. The first thing we face after we go out is killing. You and I want to get rid of that goddam elder. After we go out, we will live only death and blood And a life of terror, through which we shall pass the endless and empty bloody night." John Watson felt that there was something gloomy in the future, unreadable, and he was surprised to find that his hands were trembling.

"John," Sherlock suddenly appeared in front of him, holding his hands and said, "No matter what happens, Moriarty and I are not of the same kind, and fighting with humans for a long time will only make our race To the end of extinction."

"Sorry, Sherlock, I'm speaking impulsively and recklessly as before. I said that vampires should be damned, but you are not included. You will defeat Moriarty, no matter how powerful and ancient he is, you will again Become the leader of the blood clan, and then make all the beasts obey you, and rewrite the bloodthirsty history of the blood clan, you will, you can do it."

"I once asked you, John, whose side would you be on if my people and yours went to war, and you answered me, you said you would be on your own side, but I didn't tell you My choice, if I am also forced to face a choice, then on the day of the decisive battle, I will stand by your side. For me, being with you is the true meaning of my existence," he said sadly , "Even if my dream comes true, if I turn against you because of this, then I will not be happy. I have made up my mind that Sherlock Holmes will become the king of blood again, but John Watson is my master." , I will not disappoint any of your requirements and expectations, you don’t have to give orders to me, I will also submit to you, my John, my eternal life and strength are yours, let you drive.”

John Watson can't think about the future of him and Sherlock. This is a big problem. If they get out and survive those horrible nights of revenge, John Watson will have to face the entire blood race. And no longer just an elder that he hated, those blood clans, John Watson had seen Sherlock try to talk to them, make sense to them, but it was rarely useful in practice, as long as someone else threatened Sherlock Locke's status, or without the aid of medicinal wine, they all revealed their original bloodthirsty nature.

Who can make a lion graze for life, who can keep a beast in a cage for an indefinite period?The future John Watson thinks of is pessimistic, too pessimistic.

But Sherlock didn't care at all, "I can only try my best not to be taken advantage of by others. I am an outlier among the creatures of the night. I often think that the world is so big that it is impossible for me to be the only outlier. Sooner or later I will I can find like-minded blood clans, and besides, there are still a few blood clans who are close to me, such as my brother and his servants, such as Jasmine Amber, they all understand me and never disobey me in front of me."

John Watson nodded, and had to admit, "There are a few...but I still insist on my opinion that most blood races should disappear from the world."

Sherlock frowned, "That's why this city of darkness is needed. The land has been ruled by you humans. We are just monsters in it. We have been expelled for tens of millions of years. There was once a blood race who ruled us. The most powerful and terrifying ancestor in history, you call him Count Dracula, he has been dead for centuries, but human beings have never forgotten the tragedy he caused, I want to end this tragedy, let the blood race no matter who lives On the land, or in the dark city, they have become docile and lovely, and are welcomed by humans. I will improve the brewing equipment, produce more stocks, and let the vampires live forever—drink medicinal wine together to suppress hunger and thirst. Wait until this beauty arrives After the bubbling dream comes true, then, where can I go, John? What else can I do? I can only stay with you."

"Until I die."

"Yes, John, until you die, and then I'll be with you."

Suddenly, John Watson understood Sherlock's meaning, and a feeling of coldness that he had never felt before spread throughout his body.

Sacrifice.

This was his first thought.

The deep part of John Watson's stomach stirred violently, partly because Sherlock was willing to give up his eternal life to end his life with him, which made him regret and anger, but partly because he was intoxicated by this daring act. Mystery, this is simply the hottest love words he has ever heard from Sherlock, oh Sherlock Holmes, think about it, there is no one in this world who loves John Watson more than him.

"You're right, John, although I feel very unhappy, some necessary sacrifices are inevitable. On the way to realize our dreams, we are doomed to kill and have no choice. You and I can only let go of these heavy burdens." Feeling guilty," Sherlock could be heard returning to his usual elegant and calm smile, "I promise you, I will do my best to reduce the damage."

John Watson had been listening in silence, and then, at last, a forced smile slowly crept across his face. "Well," he said, "let's go out and fight side by side."

An immature voice echoed timidly behind John Watson, John Watson thought to himself, the sudden fear of little John in front of him was probably frightened by their conversation, John Watson advocated bloodthirsty madness All the vampires deserve to die, and if there is a real war, Sherlock will stand by John Watson's side regardless of everything.

No wonder Little John's attitude towards him instantly became obedient and soft like a sheep.

Sherlock said that the array was ready. John Watson smelled a lot of pungent plasma in the dark. He heard the sound of ice cubes. Sherlock seemed to take something out of a container full of ice cubes. John Watson The doctor realized that it must be a severed limb of a human being.

He was inexplicably cold.

After a while, John Watson's hand was suddenly held by Little John, and he said softly, "Godfather, Dad is all done, the blood has been filled, there are still 20 minutes, and the black hole will appear .”

Suddenly there was no movement in the power plant, and John Watson could only hear his own breathing. Suddenly, a faint tinkling sound entered his ears. The metal iron fork that he couldn't distinguish the shape began to generate a strong electric current sound, as if it was leading the current somewhere out of thin air to condense into a ball of white and intersecting lightning balls. John Watson had seen lightning balls in the wilderness. It is as big as an iron pot. Before a thunderstorm comes, it will float on the horizon like a will-o'-the-wisp, and it will explode when it hits the ground.The whistling sound of the huge electric current sounded like that condensed lightning ball must be bigger than he imagined, probably as magnificent as a chimney, and the wind began to swirl around him, and John Watson's trousers were blown by the whirlwind Wow and dance.

John Watson frowned.

Sherlock appeared in his ear like a ghost, and called out in a low voice: "Let's go, a black hole has appeared, and the current is being transferred."

As soon as he held Sherlock's hand, a violent wind swept them. John Watson was almost thrown out by the wind. Sherlock grabbed him tightly. He stretched out his hand blindly and grabbed Sherlock's clothes, little John was sandwiched between the two of them, and hugged John Watson's leg forcefully.

I don't know what happened in the darkness. John Watson was pulled forward by Sherlock. The hurricane in front of him almost blew his head off. Sherlock grabbed, and John Watson was on the verge of screaming, but Sherlock was by his side, and he suppressed all fear.

He felt that he had entered into a black hole, the space around him was violently rotating, and the force was about to tear him apart. There was a sense of rising in the air, John Watson's back hit a hard stone wall, and he reacted That's right, this is the rock slide he passed by when he came in. For some reason, he was pushed up by the wind in this long, black slide. Little John didn't relax his legs holding him at all.

John Watson began to think of all the things Sherlock had said to him in this endless passage, all those terrible nights, when the hunger and thirst took full possession of Sherlock's body and soul. painful time.

This will all end.

John Watson hugged him tightly to his chest, and an eerie feeling overwhelmed him, the angle of the rock slide was now even more inclined, becoming a precipice at right angles.

"No... Daddy..." cried a voice, a hoarse whisper, a horrible, choked-up pain, heard by both John Watson and Sherlock, in the dark, gale-wrenching wind, They heard it all.

It was Little John's voice, his fingers were loose, John Watson quickly bent down from Sherlock's arms, trying to hold his hand, but Sherlock's hands couldn't let go of John Watson at all, because the wind was unbelievable madness.

They are not really rising, they are actually being swept in by the wind, whichever way the wind goes, they have to go with the direction of the wind. Little John slipped off John Watson's lap again, and his The fingernails suddenly lengthened and penetrated into John Watson's flesh, his arms fell down, ten fingernails tore John Watson's trousers, sank deeply into his flesh, dragged out several There were long bloodstains, John Watson gritted his teeth, still struggling to find Little John's arm from the darkness, trying to pull him up again.

Pain contorted his face.

"Dad! I'm going to fall!"

"John..." Sherlock's anxious voice couldn't tell whether he was concerned about John Watson or his little John.

"I'm going to grab you, don't let go." John Watson finally touched his immature wrist, "I've got you, come up..."

When Little John pulled/pull/out/the nails from his leg, John Watson trembled in pain, and blood dripped from his leg.

"Dad..." Little John yelled intermittently, "I...will...fall...Dad..."

The corners of John Watson's mouth began to tremble, and his palms began to slip. He realized that little John's nails had penetrated into his palm, and the blood flowed out, making his palms sticky. His little wrist was gradually detached from John Watson's. between fingers.

"Dad..." Little John murmured, "I want to go out too... I want to go out too, don't leave me, Dad, I don't want to stay alone in the dark city, please, don't leave me .”

John Watson tried his best to tense the muscles of his whole body, and his palms were cut and bruised by little John, but listening to his painful pleading at a young age, John Watson almost forgot the pain of his bleeding.

"Sherlock! Help him!"

Little John is begging, "Daddy! Don't leave me! I don't want to be alone in the ground!"

A burst of severe pain spread throughout John Watson's body, almost making him faint. Several deep scars were opened on the palm of his hand. The cold little hand left him in an instant, and disappeared under the slide with a sharp cry. John completely fell towards the original place.

Sherlock hugged John Watson tightly to prevent him from falling back with him.

John Watson could feel the blood flowing from his fingers, his eyes were dark, he was exhausted, his heart was pounding, his bangs were flying on his forehead, his voice was hoarse and tired: "Summer ... Locke ... he fell."

Sherlock said in the wind: "I know, John, I can see clearly, I can't be distracted at all, and you have to hold me tight, or you will fall too."

John Watson was lying in his arms, just about to continue to say something, when he heard the sound of "tick-tock" water above his head, and the water droplets hit the stones from top to bottom. It was louder.

Then he was thrust forward roughly by the wind, and flew forward, and Sherlock released him momentarily, and John Watson's face hit the moss-covered stone hard.

The stalactite caves are dripping water everywhere.

"John?" Sherlock called him anxiously.

John Watson struggled to kneel up from the slippery stone, holding a cane in his hand, and was a little overwhelmed by fright at the moment.

"Am I...out there, Sherlock?"

"Yes," Sherlock jumped up and helped John Watson up. "Are you all right, John?"

John Watson looked around slowly, then said angrily, "Damn, I still can't see anything."

"John! We're in a big grotto, let's go outside."

"Very well," said John Watson nervously, like a man who makes a wish and worries that it will come to naught, he licked his chapped lips uncomfortably, "let's get out... I can't believe it This is real……"

Sherlock smiled softly in his ear, "I can't believe it either."

The ancient waterfall is overgrown with vegetation and full of cracked lines. It stands high on the cliff, and at its feet is the endless river that has flowed endlessly since ancient times. Now there is only a dense forest left.

Sherlock picked him up sideways, stood on the edge of the waterfall, and looked down at the various forms of the dry river.Looking from here, beyond the high and steep stone cliffs is a large ancient forest, growing along the river bed and winding on the ground.

The stars and the moon shone indifferently and peacefully above his head. A lone owl flew over Sherlock's head. He raised his head to look at the full moon among the clouds. The air here was full of vitality. Sherlock walked forward with him in his arms. , came to his abandoned train.

On the edge of the cliff, the fire dragon died quietly in this permanent cemetery, without smoke, steam, siren or fire.All that remains of the ruined body is the silence of death. After more than ten years of wind and rain erosion, the skeleton of the fire dragon is still standing. The carvings on the outside of the carriage have been blurred. Time and wind and rain have left traces on the body of the fire dragon.

Sherlock can still recall the train spewing smoke from the chimney and speeding on the ground, and he can also feel the speed of the train on the rails. Sherlock passed his eyes through the whole body, as if he was comforting the resting hero with his eyes. Overgrown with wild flowers and mushrooms, the rust obscured the inscriptions.

Then, Sherlock passed by the dead dragon without hesitation. The blood ashes inside had been washed away by the scorching sun, wind and rain, or were blown into the air and taken to a distant place. Sherlock lost the Scarlet Rebirth, but he Still have to continue wandering around, wandering in the middle of the night.

John Watson kept his arms around his neck, and the whole person looked very quiet. He breathed deeply the familiar land breath in Sherlock's arms.

A few late-night butterflies hovered over Sherlock's shoulders, soft vines hung down from the trees, sweeping John Watson's face, Sherlock carried him away from the forest.

They are connected with each other, although sometimes they collide with fierce quarrels and sparks, but most of the time, their moods are the same, John Watson does not need to speak, Sherlock also understands that he has been trapped in the dark city for three months , the first destination I want to go after returning to the earth.

At 3 o'clock in the morning, there was a light knock on the door of an ordinary mansion on the corner of a London street.

Old Watson ran downstairs in his pajamas and opened the door with an oil lamp.

A vampire in a white robe appeared outside the gate holding his precious son. John Watson had blood on his body, and a blood-stained palm was hanging beside his body. Old Watson was terrified when he saw this scene. Taking a step back, he immediately took a wooden cross from the wall and aimed it at Sherlock Holmes' face, "Devil! Let him go! I...I'm going to call the police. What did you do to my son?"

"Give me a bench, and I will let him go. As for calling the police, I advise you not to do it. No one can stop me. You have experienced it before."

Sherlock ignored the cross in his hand, he walked around the old Watson's shoulders, and carried John Watson across the stairs. John Watson's mother was wearing a nightgown and stood vigilantly on the stairs. Sherlock stopped Stepping down, looking up at her, he smiled politely at the hostess, showing two fangs at the corners of his mouth.

Mrs. Watson immediately rolled her eyes, fainted instantly, and fainted on the stairs.

Sherlock sighed helplessly.

The author has something to say:

Finally saw the light of day again, the oil bottle was thrown away, and the third party should be soon (Hey, the point is not this!

The point is that the decisive battle is near, but I really don't want Mo Niang A to lose, how happy it is for them all to live in peace

After [Fire Dragon Chapter] and [Underground Chapter], the new chapter will be the end chapter without any surprises

Jihad