Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

John Watson can be said to be awakened by thirst.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that the room was empty. John Watson scratched the bed sheet with his fingernails uncomfortably. He was surprised to hear the sound of the fabric ripping. It's just strength, his sharp claws actually tore through the thick mattress, exposing the cotton core that was opened inside.

He licked/fiddled with his teeth, after sleep, his teeth became longer and pressed against his lower lip, John Watson tried hard, the teeth were shortened by his willpower .

He was naked/naked, but he didn't feel cold.

John Watson was in extreme pain. He rolled around on the bed and wanted to growl. What was this uncomfortable feeling? After struggling for a while, he raised his hand and scraped the wood on the head of the bed fiercely. The sawdust was thrown up immediately. A few pieces, John Watson scratched the pillow angrily, he felt his teeth hurt and itchy, John Watson rubbed his little head on the head of the bed, opened his mouth, bit the wood lightly and ground his teeth.

Then he realized that this inhuman behavior was like an animal, it was too weird, John Watson stopped grinding his teeth quickly, he was very weak, tired, tired, he was going crazy with thirst, John Watson crawled out of bed, in the dark , the furniture showed a strange green under the gaze of his pupils, John Watson walked around the room effortlessly, bypassing every obstacle, he found a carafe on the table, lifted the bottle, and swigged Drink all the water in it with a big gulp, not a drop left.

He is still very thirsty.

John Watson walked into the bathroom wearily. He turned on the old and rusty faucet, and a small stream of water flowed out. John Watson held it with both hands and kept drinking the water. He seemed to drink more and more thirsty. With chapped lips, John Watson beat the sink in pain. He returned to the bed in the room, curled up there like a patient, and felt very hungry.

It wasn't until more than half an hour later that the door creaked open, and Sherlock walked in from the outside.

John Watson immediately turned over from the bed. He ran barefoot on the floor and threw himself into Sherlock's arms. Sherlock quickly dropped the paper bag in his hand and held his thigh with both hands. John Watson was like a child. Hanging on his body, her hands caressed his face eagerly, and her nails scraped across his neck eagerly.

"I miss you so much, Sherlock...I'm dying of thirst."

Sherlock pursed his lips tightly, and took out a bottle of blood-suppressing medicinal wine from his pocket. John Watson immediately snatched the wine from his hand, bit the bottle cap, and the strength of his teeth almost shattered the bottle. , John Watson drank all the wine in the bottle in one breath.

He used to think that this wine was extremely unpleasant, with the smell of blood, but now the smell of blood is nothing to him, as flat as clear water, tasteless, the medicinal wine burned in his stomach, and he felt an unbearable itching Stepping back into the background for a while, he was much better, but still not feeling full.

Sherlock hugged him, put him back on the bed, and then picked up the paper bag. John Watson found that it was a large beef leg. Before he had time to think about it, he held the cooked food with both hands and opened his mouth to bite.Sherlock sighed, he took John Watson's gobbled cheeks, and wiped the oil on his face with his fingers, "John... I found you a few bags of fresh frozen blood in the hospital, can you drink it?" drink?"

John Watson froze for a moment, then shook his head vigorously, but when he heard the bloody words, he couldn't help swallowing in his throat.

"You can't get out of this room now, not even a step, you can't see a light, not even a candle, it's doing a lot of damage to your eyes, your night vision is growing, but your new retina is still in the baby As fragile as you are, you still need a few more days to see the light. Do you understand?"

While chewing his meat, John Watson had no time to answer him, so he nodded obediently.

Sherlock looked at him seriously, and then said, "You can put on a piece of clothing after you wake up, because I don't need to exchange blood for you anymore, you are already a member of the real blood clan, and no sharp weapon can hurt you. You will still feel pain when you are injured, but the wound will heal quickly. Even if you dig out your heart, you can grow a new one. Of course, it will take some time for you to get this ability. In the first stage, you are a baby. You need a lot of sleep," Sherlock suddenly paused, as if deciding whether to say or not, and after a while, he said it honestly, "You still need blood, a lot blood."

John Watson gnawed off a beef leg within a quarter of an hour, and was about to burp with fullness. He felt his stomach churning, and his sensory nerves became extremely sharp since the conversion. This is a little bit The stomach pain can be magnified many times. John Watson felt nauseated. He covered his mouth, rushed into the bathroom, and threw up on the sink for a long time. He looked stupidly at the food he just ate before he had time to digest it. , just spit it all out.

John Watson washed away the food residue, washed his face, and walked out dazedly.

Sherlock sat on the edge of the bed and explained to him calmly, "This is the second stage you have to go through. Until you drink the first mouthful of human blood, your stomach will not accept anything. Although my blood makes you You have obtained endless lives, but your internal organs have not changed. You only have one stomach. It needs nourishment from human blood before it can produce gastric juice, which is used to digest ordinary food. There is still a little difference between you and the natural blood race. From now on From now on, whenever you wake up from a deep sleep for the first meal, if you want to fill your stomach, you must drink some human blood first."

After chewing and vomiting, John Watson regained consciousness. He rushed over to beat Sherlock like crazy. Sherlock clamped his neck and pressed him on the mattress. John Watson struggled wildly. Said angrily, "I've become a monster..."

"It's better than you dead! Who allowed you to kill yourself with a knife!"

"Who allowed you to stand stupidly in the sun and desperately want to turn into ashes!" John Watson cried, "I don't want to drink blood, you can understand me, it's the blood of my kind, called How can I swallow it?"

Sherlock couldn't bear to release his fingers from his neck, then hugged him into his arms and comforted him softly, "I'm sorry John, I'm sorry, I made you like this."

John Watson was emotionally lying on his shoulders, and it took a long time to calm down. The medicinal wine he just drank and spit out had lost its effect. John Watson tightened his grip on Sherlock's back, and his teeth began to grind faintly. , Every vampire has the ability to resist the magnetic field, this ability interferes with Sherlock, his current thoughts make Sherlock unable to guess, and Sherlock can no longer hear his voice.

There was only one thought in John Watson's mind, and he kept thinking of blood, red blood, and how pleasant and comforting it would be to trickle down his throat.

Sherlock stroked the back of his head, and John Watson asked him tentatively, "If it's your blood... I'd like to drink some... Your blood is very good..."

"My blood is useless to you. Even if it reaches your stomach, you will still feel hungry and thirsty. However, John, if you really want to drink something to relieve yourself, you can drink my blood."

Hearing his consent, John Watson gratefully kissed his cheek, "Sherlock, I'll just take a sip."

Sherlock just stared at him for a while, then took off his coat, unbuttoned it with his slender fingers, and opened his white neck in front of his eyes. The beautiful lines made John Watson feel trembling and longing.

John Watson sat on his lap, greedily stuck out his tongue and licked the skin under his earlobe, and then pierced his teeth without hesitation. The touch of piercing the flesh made John Watson feel a kind of comfort, like drought Every rainy day.

He pursed his mouth greedily, and sucked in, letting Sherlock's blood pour into his mouth in large quantities, and slide into his throat that was almost burnt by hunger and thirst. The blood was cold, and it tasted sweet and tasted Heavy, thick, and smooth, but there was always something missing. John Watson sucked in more gulps. He realized that the blood lacked the feeling of fullness. No matter how much he sucked, his stomach was still empty. It hurts.

Sherlock just hugged his back silently. His blood is not endless. The vampire can produce new blood by itself, but this process is very slow. He will also feel weak and uncomfortable due to excessive blood loss, but Sherlock doesn't care .

After John Watson drank enough of his blood, Sherlock's complexion became even paler. John Watson curled up on the mattress, grabbed a piece of sheet and stuffed it into his mouth, biting. He was still not satisfied. Sherlock was Sitting quietly in the house, the night was quite long, and he was so worried that John Watson would not be able to bear this suffering and despair, and would open the curtains at dawn, willing to turn into dust under the scorching sun.

He is already a vampire, with Sherlock's cursed eternal blood flowing in his body, he can't get a little sunshine, even if he has to face the sun, the young John Watson may not even be able to resist for 10 minutes don't go.

Time passed slowly, and there was almost no words between the two.

In the middle of the night, John Watson suddenly uttered a few words hoarsely, "Give me...human blood..."

Sherlock quickly jumped up from the chair, as if he was afraid of John Watson's sudden regret. He moved quickly, grabbed the blood transfusion bag that had been prepared all along, and sat next to John Watson with a wine glass. Picking up the first pack, piercing a small hole in the plastic bag, filling the cup, John Watson sat up quietly with his arms propped up, and Sherlock handed him the cup containing the black-red liquid.

John Watson sniffed the scent of blood, which smelled delicious in his nose.

He hesitated, but the hesitation only lasted for a second, and it was fleeting between his eyebrows and eyes. John Watson took the cup, raised his head, his Adam's apple rose and fell on his neck, and made a gurgling sound. Sherlock tore open the cup again. Two packs, then the third pack, and finally, John Watson squeezed the last drop of blood on the tenth pack of blood, and reluctantly put it down. He drank all the snacks that Sherlock brought from the hospital, enough With blood plasma that is half the weight of a living person, the stomach is finally [-]% full.

Sherlock looked at him and observed his changes. John Watson raised his hand curiously, and saw that his nails could be stretched longer, so hard that they could pierce everything, and his sharp teeth had become real nails. The fangs were exposed outside the chin, and they were white and white. John Watson covered his face and said weakly, "Oh my god..."

Sherlock said apologetically, "You must be disgusted."

John Watson shook his head from side to side, he lowered his hands, his eyes gleamed fiercely, "I've never thought that human blood is so delicious..." John Watson added, "It's really disgusting, that's all. But...it's delicious."

At dawn, John Watson lay in his arms and asked him, "How did you feel when you drank my blood?"

"Can't resist." Sherlock said honestly.

"Blood sucking is your nature. Now I know how powerful this hunger is. It is like a beast biting me inside me... My God, how do you usually resist this burning hunger? ?”

"Most of them rely on medicinal wine, and a little bit of self-control is needed."

"It's going to take more than a little self-control," grumbled John Watson, laying his legs across Sherlock's body, "I won't have to worry about waking you up, because I'll be a deeper sleeper than you, God. My eyelids would become heavy when it was bright, and no matter whether I saw the light or not, I was inexplicably afraid when the sun came out, even though the scorching sun was blocked by the wall.”

"I'm also afraid of the sun. Every blood race is afraid of the sun. There's also fire. I don't like fire."

John Watson began to miss the Underground City in his heart. He finally understood why Sherlock loved it. There was no threat there, and it was a paradise for blood races.

He slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep as if buried deep in the soil.

For three nights in a row, he woke up and drank blood in a bag to relieve his hunger and thirst. Sherlock told him that although he had transformed, his body functions were still in the second stage of the ceremony until the third stage, which was the final stage. He wasn't strong enough until a stage was complete.

But in the third stage, Sherlock didn't explain to him what it was and how it should be implemented.Sherlock kept silent about it, unwilling to utter a word.

On the seventh day John Watson became a vampire, Sherlock stood in front of the window with a smile. He tore off the heavy blanket, and then lit a few candles in the room. The thick candlelight covered the walls.

Sherlock's eyes widened, and John Watson looked even better by the candlelight.

His blond hair rivaled the luster of gemstones, his cheeks were as pale as cream, his eyes, especially these eyes, Sherlock couldn't help but walked over, lifted his chin, and looked at his transformed face. Pupils, a characteristic of the eyes of the blood race, always look like a flat lake, full of water vapor, as if expressing enchanting tenderness at any time.

John Watson put on a set of neat clothes, he seemed to be born again, and his pupils could see light, Sherlock decided to take him out of this humble hotel for a long journey.

John Watson was not used to his footsteps at first, his lame leg healed miraculously, and he walked very lightly, stepping on the old wooden floor silently, he could manipulate his limbs as he wished He can be as slow as a drop of water, or galloping like a gust of wind. John Watson raised his hand, put it on the banister of the stairs, and walked down slowly. He was surprised that even his temperament had changed. When he felt that he was an omnipotent vampire, his movements would involuntarily become calm, revealing a kind of confidence and elegance.

When Sherlock handed over another bag of gold coins to the landlord as promised, the landlord looked at the nobleman standing behind him with a stunned expression. He remembered that a few days ago, this face was wrapped in a riding cloak and looked like a dead person. On the other hand, tonight, there was a seductive light flowing deep in those sapphire blue pupils, as long as they looked at each other, it was as if he was holding his heart tightly with one hand.

Both sides of the street were lined with restaurants and bars. They came to the most crowded and noisy area in London. The appearance and temperament of the two of them always attracted attention. John Watson was wearing a simple formal suit, but the white shirt and black suit He looked very handsome.

John Watson found that he could capture all kinds of dynamic people and things in his field of vision, and every little moving thing could not escape his sight. This made John Watson very surprised. He kept using this With a wide viewing angle, he told Sherlock in surprise that he saw this and that. Normally, he could not collect so much information from the same angle at the same time. No wonder the vampires often stare ahead, never like A fool looking around, they can see enough just looking straight.

The bustling street in the night is like a bright galaxy, John Watson shuttles through it, Sherlock walks beside him, John Watson's small home is a few blocks away, but John Watson thinks, he is not suitable to go back tonight and The family says hello.As soon as he spoke, he could see the two new sharp teeth in his mouth, and when he hid them, the fleshy cheeks on both sides of his lips would bulge slightly.

Sherlock took him to the pier at night, and the moonlight cast a layer of tulle on John Watson's hair. A man was watching furtively from the painted corner.

He was even a little jealous of those passers-by who cast courteous glances at John Watson. Before, when John Watson passed by on the street with a cane, there had never been so many people paying attention to him. Sherlock's possessiveness suddenly It rushed up, and Sherlock felt that John Watson belonged to him alone, and it was unnecessary for others to even take a look.

The sailors on the pier all looked drunk and smirked at John Watson as they passed him, and Sherlock realized that it wasn't just that John Watson had become more charming in general, but that John Watson, a fool, He felt amused by his suddenly clear eyesight dozens of times, and he stared intently at several people from time to time, and those people seemed to have taken out their souls, and couldn't help but grinning silly at John Watson walking over, not looking at the road at all. Two sailors stepped on the air on the shore, bumped into the body of the ship, then rebounded, fell into the gap between the ship and the bank, and fell into the river, splashing a huge splash, and the workers moving around were running around calling for help , suddenly caused an incredible chaos.

John Watson was taken aback, completely unaware of what stupid thing he had done.

Sherlock hurriedly covered his troublesome eyes, and said, "John, don't use your hypnotic ability indiscriminately, and don't look at people when you look at your eyes."

John Watson said perplexedly in his hand, "I haven't hypnotized anyone."

"It's just that you don't realize it yourself. You have actually sent out hypnosis in the invisible. If you stare at those human beings for a long time, they will act according to your inner thoughts without any resistance."

"But I didn't tell them to step into the river!"

"Hmph, their souls hooked by you are gone, and they can't see anything but you."

"God, will I have to walk blindfolded from now on?"

Sherlock took his hand, took him aboard, and whispered to him, "You are different now, John, with your voice, your eyes, and..." Sherlock squeezed him hard hand, and then said, "And your touch has a powerful hypnotic power. Once you bring out your potential, whether you are intentional or not, human beings will obey, and there are very few human beings who can resist the hypnotic power. , including vampires, you can also conquer vampires in this way. However, in daily communication, you can't always let others kneel to you, or step somersaults out of the window. To avoid such accidents, you have to reduce the interaction with others. Physical contact, try not to look at people for a long time, and speak carefully until you learn to control this power."

John Watson nodded obediently, "My God, I think your words now have hypnotic power."

Sherlock smiled and said, "I haven't used any hypnosis on you in normal times. You are fascinated by me, and this has nothing to do with hypnosis."

John Watson glared at him, and then said interestingly, "Will I be able to conquer you one day, and you will go wherever I tell you to go like those fools who fell into the water? Sherlock?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "Impossible."

"Hmph, just wait and see."

John Watson walked into the cabin, and a group of waiters shuttled through the restaurant with a green background. The restaurant on the ship is no different from the one on land, except that the windows are smaller and a bit crowded. The rich people in the first class are at the dining table. Smoking a light blue cigar, the smoke was rising, covering the oil lamp, and the band played melodious songs on the spot.

The waiter led them to a place, and Sherlock sat down to eat face to face with him. Before that, John Watson had already drank one or two packs of blood in the room. The effect of medicinal wine, the amount of blood sucked will decrease day by day, after a few days, John Watson only needs to drink two sips of human blood to relieve stomach pain after waking up, and then drink a whole bottle of wine to suppress blood desire, After regaining sanity and sobriety, you can eat safely.

For his converted blood race, human blood is a necessity, and he can't completely refuse to lose human blood like Sherlock, because his weak stomach can't digest food without fresh blood.

As for Sherlock, his other stomach has also been tormented by hunger for hundreds of years, and now it has finally been compensated by the fullness of John Watson. It has been a long time since he ate recklessly as he did on that night of transformation. , John Watson's life-filled human blood all went into his mouth, and Sherlock felt happier and more energetic than ever.

He looked radiant, with moist lips, and he filled John Watson's glass and drank with him.

Five days later, they will arrive at Shetland Island, the most remote island in the UK, where the air is pure, sparsely populated, and the scenery is magnificent.

Sherlock's little bat tipped him off that the elder who survived the catastrophe was hiding in one of the hundreds of islands.It is understandable that Moriarty escaped so far. He was targeted by hunters, and he was already used to living in seclusion. He only appeared in the world in order to destroy Sherlock's fire dragon.

Moriarty lived in seclusion again this time, Sherlock thought, he must have suffered unprecedented setbacks, he was like a limp lamb at that time, letting Sherlock drink the blood from his neck, the pair lived for thousands of years It is a great shame to the elders of the blood clan. No wonder Moriarty dragged his wounded self-esteem to avoid the world.

Shylock should take advantage of the victory to pursue, and save the elder the energy to seek revenge after recovering his fighting spirit.

The island is far away from the British mainland, and there are green cliffs erected by the sea. The waves crashed wildly on the steep cliffs, splashing white waves.

Thick fog drifts on the sea level all year round, and the vision is poor, but there is a figure standing on the top of the dark cliff, looking into the distance with a smile, he looks very easy-going, holding a harpoon in his hand, slender His fingers disappeared along the mountain wall. Less than a few minutes later, he climbed up from the sea again, completely soaked, with a fat and white large whitefish on the harpoon.

His hair was black and curly, reflecting the light of the stars and the moon. He strode towards the only hotel on the island that was open to the public. The small hotel stood proudly with a white carved exterior wall. The residential area seemed so monotonous. He walked into the back door of the hotel, got into the kitchen, and threw the live fish on the cutting board.

The aged chef immediately showed him a satisfied smile, his face wrinkled into a ball, and he said with a smile: "William, no one on the whole island can match your fishing skills, I dare say you are on the opposite side. No one dares to compare with you on that big Scottish island, the sea is so black, how can you see?"

"Cook your fish head soup." William smiled and avoided his question. Then, he walked around the kitchen. The hotel was small, like a big house. It took two steps to reach the living room of the hotel. He sat down in Anle In the chair, he turned his head and looked at the old lady beside him, his gray eyes had a very conspicuous brilliance, like two pieces of hard temple glass, he looked majestic, but he was not angry, his whole body was wet He didn't care about his clothes, he just lay on the chair casually, shaking, and looked at the sea view outside.

His voice was a little hoarse, like an old man, "You said that my stupid son just ran out of the underground city?"

Mrs. Hudson put down the blood in the cup, and hid her face under the black veil, mysteriously, she replied, "As far as I know, he returned to land for a human being."

"Stupid." The rocking chair was rocking leisurely, and William's white fingers gently clasped the wooden armrest, "But my eldest son is much more promising, he was born 70 years earlier than Sherlock, and he just went through the war at that time. , he survived the raging flames of war and understood that there is nothing in this world worth cherishing. The City of Darkness is his real resting place. It doesn't matter if he goes in. Survive in troubled times, survive forever, live longer than any hunter, but my Sherlock, alas, he still wants to become a human?"

"I think what he's thinking of is eliminating the struggle between humans and vampires."

William fell into a state of thinking, he raised his deep eyes again, and looked at Mrs. Hudson, "He can indeed become a myth that is extolled by the world... But there is nothing wrong with him, he has asked for a lot of trouble for this, you Come to be a guest as promised, every time he talks to me about his serious injuries that could have been avoided, I think he is really stupid."

"I don't have to follow him anymore. He's coming here. I have to go to France tomorrow to meet my old friend."

"The boat is ready for you." William said to her to take care of her, and then said, "I didn't expect that one day, he would come to this isolated place. How should I welcome him? I even I don’t know what he looks like, I only remember his appearance when he was 8 years old.”

"He is exactly the same as you. I heard that the probability that the son looks exactly the same as the father is one in 6 million."

"I know he's exactly the same as me, but how much does he look like? I'm really curious, and my appetite is completely whetted. Is he still as cute as before? He pouted and stubbornly thought he was a member of the livestock , but he never questioned me why he had to drink human blood before going to sleep. It turns out that he saved his rebellious energy until now."

William turned his haughty cheeks to the rough sea again. He had a face like Sherlock's twin, and his eyes stretched endlessly in the fog, as if he was piercing through the thick fog, trying to look at the ship carrying Looking at the ship of Sherlock Holmes, he can imagine the majestic figure of Sherlock standing on the bow, looming in the sea and fog, implying the power of the king dominated by his blood clan. Their father and son will be able to meet soon, he thought, his son has big dreams, big dreams that even he feels impossible to realize.

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The answer to the mystery is revealed, I think you all know what the author is going to do, the agreed third party is here

Will Dad be cannon fodder as soon as he comes out? It depends on fate.

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