Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

When John Watson woke up, Sherlock was not lying beside him.

He was terrified, like a businessman who lost his treasure, desperately stroking on the bed, trying to find his outline, but he couldn't find anything, John Watson was startled, leaned on crutches, and walked forward in the dark After walking a few steps, the wooden board nailing the door was broken with bare hands. Because he slept too deeply, he didn't hear the sound of the board breaking, which made him very annoyed.

Just as he was pitifully lost in the corridor outside, his outstretched arms lightly touched a solid chest, and John Watson's heart trembled violently. He opened his arms and embraced Sherlock firmly. In her arms, tightly strangled his body.

Sherlock smiled and stroked the back of his frightened head, and said softly, "You can't see, how could I leave you in this situation?"

John Watson really wanted to beat him up, but he held back.

"Why did you get up without saying a word?" He complained.

"I see that you are sleeping deeply, and I don't want to wake you up. As for me, I can't stay in bed after the sun goes down." Sherlock hugged him quietly for a long time.

The hug between the two is full of lingering, and silent depression, they both know what to face tonight.

After John Watson finished his dinner, Sherlock pulled out a horse from nowhere. He carried John Watson onto the horse and placed it in front of him. In the darkness, only the sound of the horse's hooves kicking up the dirt could be heard. The evening wind in the late winter was a little cold on John Watson's body. He suddenly felt warmth on his shoulders. Sherlock took off his riding cape and wrapped it around him.

"Don't worry, John, you and I advance and retreat together, live and die together, I will not abandon you at the moment when you most want revenge, I will personally kill him in front of you."

John Watson pursed his lips tightly, holding his crutch firmly in his hand, he could hear the sound of his heart beating fiercely against his chest, he was afraid, but at the same time he was full of courage, he was nervous, but he couldn't wait.

He couldn't help thinking of Sherlock's son, and he asked, "What's wrong with Little John?"

Sherlock just said lightly, "He doesn't die that easily, he's a vampire, he bleeds with my blood, he's very smart."

"But he's still so young."

Sherlock seemed to be thinking about something, and it took a while before he answered, "After I finish my dream on land, maybe you would like to go back to the Dark City with me."

John Watson hesitated, "And then? Where am I going to die of old age?"

Sherlock sighed helplessly, "You don't like that city."

"It's damn underground, deeper than a tomb, only your people would like it, because there is no sun there, but I... like land, Sherlock."

Sherlock understood him very well, "Wherever you want to stay, you can stay there, John, I will accompany you. I believe that little John can learn to be independent."

During the conversation, they came to the manor that was stained with red blood in a blink of an eye. There was a blood clan elder who occupied the land and killed human beings wantonly. There is blood everywhere you step on it, and the smell of blood in the air hits John Watson's sense of smell. This vampire's paradise seems to be full of music every night, and I am afraid that a bloodthirsty banquet is held every night.

Sherlock let the horse go, and took John Watson to lie down in a quiet grass.

They listened to the piano playing in the manor, and Sherlock lowered his voice and said, "I can see the player playing the piano through the glass, John, it's your sister."

John Watson squeezed a cold sweat beside him, "This little girl has never played the piano or embroidered. I haven't seen her in 13 years. How has she changed?"

"Like a real lady." Sherlock's tone didn't sound like he was sincerely praising Harriet, "She seems to be enjoying her blood life."

John Watson snorted, and said angrily, "Now I think it's better to let her hate you vampires all the time! How can she enjoy sucking the blood of her own kind! Is there any salvation!"

Sherlock suddenly said to him seriously, "John, what you said is angry, you don't want me to kill her when necessary, right, no matter what, she has to survive, and then let you take her go home."

John Watson was silent, he thought to himself, this is really unfair to Sherlock and Sherlock's people, he said that all vampires who kill people deserve to die, but once this happened to his sister, John Watson Like a vulgar hypocrite, the balance in his heart is unquestionably tilted on Harriet's side, he can only tell the truth in front of Sherlock, "Yes, Sherlock, no matter what her hands are stained, please let her live , I... love her, her sense of right and wrong is easily influenced by others, but... I just don't want her to die. I promised my parents and my grandmother that I would take her home, even if she has become a cat Monster, I also want to do my last bit of strength to restore her and make her better."

Sherlock shook his sweaty palm, expressing that he agreed to his request. In fact, no matter how unreasonable requests John Watson made to him, Sherlock would probably agree. He is the kind of person who, once in love with someone, Will do anything type.

Sherlock did not fall at the feet of his enemies, he never succumbed to his enemies, and there is no doubt that it was John Watson who really made him fall and succumb.

John Watson conquered and domesticated an ancient vampire with the charm of a mortal.

Sherlock is more than 200 years old, but his hair has no trace of aging, and his face has not been ruthlessly crushed by the years. He looks so young, and his appearance is ten years younger than John Watson. Since After returning to land, the two of them stood together in front of outsiders, and Sherlock would be mistaken for his nephew or his student.

John Watson felt his legs go numb kneeling on the grass, and after lying in ambush for more than half an hour, Sherlock said, "I saw Moriarty."

The devil finally appeared.

As soon as John Watson heard that he had appeared, the roots of his teeth were itchy with hatred, this devil who deprived him of happiness!He could have spent his adventurous journey with Sherlock on that train carefree, he could have been happier than now, without having to be separated from Sherlock for so many years, lose his memory and then lose his eyes, if 13 years The previous demon didn't appear on the roof of the car, so he didn't have to suffer these crimes at all.

John Watson and Sherlock had no way out, he felt they were alone, and there was a horde of bloody vampire monsters in the manor.

In addition to Moriarty's confidants and his little pet, he also recruited a dozen blood clans to surround him and lead them to carry out inhuman massacres. They couldn't drink enough human blood, and even ate human flesh.If a living person fell into their hands, immediate death was the most merciful thing that could happen.

But not every human being caught in this manor is so lucky. These demons and ghosts treat human beings as playthings and play with them like dogs. Letting them do this and that is something unspeakable. Leather shoes are just a light job, and forcing them to have sex/love is nothing more than that. There is even more humiliating and terrifying, that is, forcing them to kill their own kind in a conscious state, and forcing them to eat the victim alive. Vampires find it more pleasurable to watch them cry, bite their own kind and then vomit than sex/love.

Sherlock led him into the dark cellar, and they turned around in the depths of the damp corridor.John Watson's eyes were fixed straight ahead, a distant, glazed stare, as if he were looking at something else, but in fact he could see nothing.

Sherlock stopped.

"Humans are kept here," Sherlock said.

In the dark, in the mist, John Watson was motionless, not knowing what to do, he looked around blankly, his nose was full of fishy smell, this pungent smell was almost indescribable, this smell full of blood and death It was terrible. Surrounded by this smell, John Watson found himself stepping on a puddle of water under his shoes. He quickly realized that this viscous liquid could not be stagnant water. He felt that he was about to suffocate. up.Horror and rage surged up in his heart.

Suddenly there was a loud scream from the end of the cellar, and there were bursts of whispered begging and crying, all of which were the voices of living people.John Watson suddenly felt sick.

Sherlock was equally angry. Both of them knew that this place was exactly the same as what happened on the train. These human beings were imprisoned to death, and they would be eaten tonight or tomorrow night.This is Moriarty's pantry cabinet.

John Watson shivered, and Sherlock led him to stop in front of the cellar door lock.

His sharp claws became longer and became extremely sharp. He tore off the iron lock on it, and Sherlock struggled to deform the chain, just like when he tore the chain from the ground before. There was a loud creaking sound, and the humans imprisoned inside thought that Sherlock had come to hurt them, and all of them screamed in pain.

The scream was powerless to stop, and just as Sherlock dropped the broken chain on the ground, John Watson heard a voice out of thin air.

"Let me see who it is? You look a lot like a pompous train conductor I used to know. I thought he fell off a cliff and died. Turn around and let me see who you are?" The voice was full of musical rhythms, full of enthusiasm and joy, and it was hard to make people feel afraid, it was hard to make people remember what kind of demon he was and what he had done.

Hearing this sound, Sherlock turned around involuntarily, his sharp claws hanging on both sides of his body.

The cellar door was open, and Moriarty walked in. Standing on the top step of the cellar, facing Sherlock condescendingly, there was a gloomy and vicious look in those stunning black eyes.

John Watson stood next to Sherlock, like a bewitched man, not daring to breathe.

"It's me, you didn't think of it, did you?" Sherlock said softly.

Moriarty showed a cruel smile, "What a big surprise, long time no see, you seem to miss me very much, you have worked so hard to come here, do you want to come and be my company?"

Moriarty was smiling at Sherlock, and Sebastian Moran was standing beside him silently, watching Sherlock and the living baby he brought with him every step of the way with murderous eyes .

Sherlock looked down at his own claws.

Moriarty laughed.

Sherlock didn't say hello, and took three lightning-fast steps forward.

Moriarty jumped back, his figure flitted across the wet steps, the corners of his mouth were still smiling, his toes fell lightly, and standing in the corridor outside, Sherlock rushed towards him desperately, mo Riati just kept tiptoing backwards, trying to lure him out of the cellar.

His intention was to keep Sebastian Moran and John Watson face to face.

The air suddenly tensed, and John Watson felt everything. After he was blind, both his hearing and sixth sense were extremely sharp. He turned sideways suddenly, and Moran's sharp nails swept across his nose. John Watson Sheng dodged his attack, leaned against the wall, raised his crutches, and gently twisted the top of the wood, the crutches came loose into two pieces, and he quickly pulled off the wooden sheath covering the outside, revealing a sharpened handle from inside. Iron as mud long sword.

This is a self-defense weapon Sherlock made for him in the furnace of the underground city. Even Little John doesn't know the existence of this sword. John Watson will never reveal to anyone what is inside his crutch unless it is absolutely necessary. What was hidden, so when he drew his sharp sword, Moran was so surprised. He thought that John Watson was still as powerless as before, and he underestimated this living man full of vengeance.

Moran felt a stabbing pain in his chest. The sharp sword pierced through him completely, and the gleaming sword tip protruded from his back. He let out a cry of pain, and the two rows of sharp teeth gleamed on his pale face. John Watson looked at him. He didn't see these terrible teeth, so he wasn't afraid at all. Moran struggled like a flustered mongoose that had fallen into a hunter's trap, and immediately left John Watson, who was holding the hilt of his sword tightly. When the blade was pulled out from Moran's chest, he felt intense pain again.

A few drops of vampire blood sprayed on John Watson's forehead. The blood was very cold. John Watson had seen vampire blood before, and the color was very close to that of humans. He held the hilt of his sword firmly and heard Moran There was a slight sound of running up the cellar steps and fleeing outside.

John Watson said to the dark depths of the cellar, "If it were me, I wouldn't stay in this ghost place any longer, you frightened fools, run away!"

These imprisoned human beings finally realized the goodwill of John Watson. They stumbled out of the iron gate of the cage, dragging the shackles on their hands and feet, and climbed up the steps with all four limbs to run out. They kept praying that they could run smoothly. When they left the manor, when someone passed by John Watson, they were surprised that he was blind in both eyes, and he was so heroic in a duel with the vampire Moran. They all thought that John Watson was dying.

John Watson is indeed going all out, even if he wants to risk his life tonight, he must end these two demons. Of course, it would be even better if he can survive until dawn. John Watson's sense of survival is better than anyone else. Strong, he loves life, no one wants to live more than him.

Sherlock chased Moriarty all the way to the hall of the manor. His nails were twitching, growing longer and hardening. It looked like he was experiencing convulsions. Sherlock flew into the air. In an instant, Moriarty's There were four long bloodstains on the right cheek.

"It's back to you, Elder." Sherlock said contemptuously, his speed was faster than 13 years ago.

Moriarty snorted casually, not taking those bloodstains seriously, Sherlock took a step towards him, and he took a step back, his movements were as swift and light as the wind, he would not be slower than Sherlock Where to go, but he kept avoiding Sherlock's sharp claws and never fought back, which made Sherlock not sure what his sinister intentions were.

John Watson climbed the steps of the cellar, and Moran disappeared. John Watson nervously grasped the hilt of the sword, came to a certain place, and walked forward vigilantly. He was careful, and the sharp sword in his hand was ready at any time. To stab forward, he bumped into a flower stand or a low cabinet now and then, and the furniture rattled under his impact, but otherwise there was no sound.

John Watson knew that that didn't mean he was safe.The vampire moved almost silently.

He guessed right, Moran had been hanging upside down from the ceiling and followed him, John Watson was under him, and he had a certain premonition in his heart, he knew that Moran was hiding nearby, it might be the hall, or it might be the corner of the corridor, he Pressing his fingers on the hilt of the sword, he continued to walk forward.

Moran was like a spider, hovering above his head, crawling quietly behind him.

John Watson's breathing quickened and his whole body tensed up. Suddenly, the atmosphere around him became extremely cold.

Cold, silent, like the breath of a long-closed tomb, and only darkness remained, John Watson's chest heaved violently, "Damn, I don't like being pressed too close." He said, and then lifted his With the long sword, he stabbed behind him with his backhand.

Moran's nails were only an inch away from the back of his head, but he was afraid of the point of John Watson's sword that had made him suffer so much. Moran turned around to avoid his sudden defense, grinning and ran to the chandelier on the ceiling. There the candles fell from the chandelier and rained down on John Watson.

John Watson discovered that no matter how fast they are like a gust of wind or lightning, as long as human beings concentrate enough, there will be traces of the vampire's action rules. Those vampire hunters probably use this to capture and hunt vampires.

Sherlock was in the hall far away from him, and Moriarty's avoidance made him feel impatient, and Sherlock snorted.

"You're stalling for time." Sherlock stopped the chase and stood in front of him.

"I thought of a more fun game than us wrestling together, I can't wait for you to join, yes, I'm stalling, but can you guess what I'm trying to invite you to play? You will never guess." Moriarty smiled sinisterly, seeing him again after years of absence, the elder seemed very happy to meet him again.

Moriarty kept his voice low, but always rhythmic, "Where have you been all these years?"

Sherlock didn't speak.

"I'll make you talk, I'll make you kneel in front of me like a dog and cry and tell me where you've been, I'll make you cry and tell me how you disappeared from the land figure."

John Wah was standing under Moran's eyelids panting, and Moran suddenly stopped attacking him. His gloomy and strange figure had been refusing to get off the chandelier, staying there quietly.

A few meters away, a short figure slowly came out from behind the curtain, and the faint sound of jingle bells reached John Watson's ears, which was the crisp sound of the jewel necklace on the girl's neck colliding as she walked.

John Watson frowned.

"Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time. What's wrong with your eyes?" Harriet asked him in a caring voice, which made John Watson feel vigilant and confused. He didn't know whether Harriet was kind or a trick.

At this moment, Sherlock ran out of the hall. He appeared at the corner of the corridor and yelled at John Watson, "John! Watch out! He's on top of you!"

As soon as the words fell, John Watson raised his head reflexively. He raised his long sword and stabbed upwards. Moran's surprise attack, which flew down from the chandelier, was suddenly counterattacked. He couldn't go back. The sharp sword The point pierced straight into his left cheek, and then pierced through his eye socket. Moran staggered and fell backwards, rolling on the ground, covering his cheek with his hands, blood gushed out of his eye socket, and the blood flowed from him It flowed down between his pale fingers, dripping down his neck, staining his collar red, his wound was bleeding and congealed, but the pain still made him scream, the sharp cry was like passing through in the middle of the night The thunder of the sky.

"Go to hell, you wretch!" cried John Watson, his hands slippery from Moran's blood dripping between his fingers.

Sherlock hopped to his side on tiptoe, stretched out his arm and held John Watson tightly in his arms, "John, are you all right?"

John Watson leaned on his chest and shook his head vigorously. He was fine, but his heart was hurt. He looked slumped and depressed. His own sister just stood silently in front of him without saying a word. It is unimaginable to stop and condone a cruel vampire to attack him. If Sherlock hadn't rushed out to warn him in time, John Watson should have been torn in two by Moran.

Sherlock's pale face was serious on the side, and he turned to stare at Harriet, with contempt and pity in his eyes.

Harriet was actually laughing, she slowly approached Sherlock and John Watson with a murderous intent.

"Wait, Harry," a voice called.

It was a horrible hoarse whisper.

Moriarty came out from the shadows. He squatted down and looked at Moran's blood-stained floor tiles. He writhed on the ground in pain, his back bent at an unimaginable angle, and he looked almost dead. His fingers were full of dried blood clots, Moriarty stretched out a finger, and gently slid it across his bleeding cheek, Moran's eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his whole body was trembling constantly, the pain made his The face contorted into a hideous mask.

Moriarty slowly stood up next to Moran, his pupils were terribly red, "Your little servant has hurt my servant." The beast said, his sharp teeth looming in his lips, between words It was dark and cold, and there was an ambiguous threat in the tone, "This will be a horrible night, let me kill him. This will be a relief for him."

Sherlock smiled and shook his head, "You want to kill my people?" He said, "Then I'll kill Sebastian Moran."

Moran curled up on the ground, raised his head as much as possible, and the corners of his mouth were trembling, "It hurts, it hurts to death. Mr. Moriarty."

Moriarty just responded softly, "I can see that, my Sebastian, hold on.

"What on earth do you want?" John Watson felt very uncomfortable in this strange atmosphere, tensing his muscles. He listened to Moran's tormenting moans, and almost forgot how evil he was facing. of a devil.

"How can you think that Sherlock Holmes will beat me tonight? He's getting older, so what, I'm constantly changing," Moriarty smiled slightly, "Sherlock and I have many I want to talk about it, I want to find out where he has been for so many years, I will not let him die so quickly, but you are irrelevant, what would happen to him without you?" He laughed softly, his laughter was like a wild wolf in human skin, gorgeous, melodious, and trance-like.

John Watson listened nervously to the laughter, and looked in Sherlock's direction. He found that Sherlock tightened his shoulders even more, as if he was afraid that John Watson would be snatched by Moriarty if he lost his mind for a moment. Walk.

"To hell with you!" John Watson yelled at the place where Moriarty was speaking, and there was a sudden impact around him. Sherlock didn't know why he let go of him, and John Watson was thrown into the air before it was too late Surprised, he slammed into the wall fiercely, severe pain swept his whole body, his body hit the floor tiles heavily, and this fall almost made him faint.

The clothes on Sherlock's arms were torn into shreds, and just as he was about to rush forward to hug John, a sharp figure flashed before his eyes.

John Watson instantly felt hard nails pressed against his throat. He held the long sword in his hand and did not dare to move. Moriarty's cold and pale hands were firmly stuck on him.

But unexpectedly, those hands were released immediately, and John Watson was passing the long sword over his thigh in a dangerous way. Moriarty jumped a few steps to the side, stood aside, and he snorted, "It seems Your little pet has learned to resist."

John Watson felt a burst of fear in the dark, his whole body was chilling, and a cold girl's right hand firmly held his palm beside him. This was not a living hand at all!John Watson trembled like an electric shock.

Sherlock stood still for a moment.

Moriarty smiled and said, "Harry, do you want to make your brother our kind too? That way, you and him don't have to kill each other."

Harley licked her fangs, "Yes, my master."

"Damn it, what is this for!" John Watson roared, Harriet clamped on his back like a small animal, opened her bloody mouth wide, her sharp fangs stretched out to her chin, she stared, ready to Drive two tusks into John Watson's neck.

John Watson slammed back, and Harriet's back hit the wall fiercely, but she was unmoved at all. She firmly grasped John Watson's shoulders and his hair, trying her best He straightened his neck, exposing his soft carotid artery.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the manor were suddenly broken, and the glass was scattered all over the ground like a shower. Two figures swooped in, and Sherlock's late backup finally arrived.He played with bats in the small yard of John Watson's house before, just to pass the message to his brother.

McColloft grabbed Harley by the back and lifted her up in the air like a bunny. Harley's feet were scurrying under her skirts, and a bloodthirsty hiss came from her throat. McCaw Roft pinched his fingers on her disobedient tusks, and twisted them hard, and the two tusks left Harriet's mouth with the flesh and blood on the gums, and the blood and teeth flew into the air.

Then he threw Hariye to the side, and Hariye lay on the ground crying, vomiting her own blood non-stop. She lost her fangs for attacking and blood-sucking, and the brutality just now completely disappeared. Xiao, the whole person became decadent, just falling to the ground and crying loudly.

John Watson tried his best to stabilize his body that was about to fall, and heard Harriet's cry. Although he couldn't see it, he could tell from the cry that Harriet was seriously injured, just like Moran. Intense pain, facing this situation, he still felt a little heartbroken.

At first, he thought the matter of restoring Harriet was too simple.

"She has no hope." John Watson said, he took a big breath, his heart was pounding, he felt sorry, and he couldn't bear it, he forced himself to suppress the sadness, and the tears swirling in his eyes, Choked up with pain, John Watson's heart was broken when he tremblingly said this order.

"Kill her... Sherlock," he said in a broken voice, "I can't leave such a cold-blooded scourge for my own sake."

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