Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

After the meal, Sherlock told him that he would first go to a nearby small island to search for information about the presence of the elder. Of course John Watson also wanted to go, how could he let Sherlock go on an adventure alone.

But Sherlock always tried every means to push him away, reject him, and deny him. Until later, Sherlock finally confessed that there was a reason for him not to bring John Watson with him, because John Watson had already passed the first stage of conversion. The second stage, but he is still a young child, his strength is not strong enough compared to the real blood, Sherlock does not want him to experience the last time.

John Watson pouted instantly when he heard this, and Sherlock had no choice but to hug him and comfort him, saying that even if Moriarty was found, he would never start a fight unless he was well prepared. Reluctantly in his arms, he was speechless for a long time, but he couldn't refute Sherlock. Indeed, if he was not strong enough, he would only become a burden to drag Sherlock down.

John Watson was pitifully abandoned on the main island in this way. He walked aimlessly on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back.

A figure suddenly rushed up from under the cliff, and John Watson stopped vigilantly.

He saw William holding a large harpoon prodding a fresh, struggling whitefish.

William also saw him, and when he passed by him, William smiled at him, and then chatted with him, with no previous prejudice in his expression, giving people a feeling of a big personality.

He said, "This island is rich in whitefish. My chef's fishing skills are very poor, and he doesn't want to spend a lot of money to buy things that are easily caught. I occasionally come out to catch a live fish to make soup for him."

John Watson nodded to show that he heard, but he just didn't want to start a conversation.

William looked at his face, his eyes glowing, this sight made John Watson very uncomfortable, he recalled where he had seen this sight before, and finally he recalled a banquet he attended many years ago when he lost his memory Among them, the eyes of the daughter who was interested in him also flashed this kind of unknown light.

John Watson's blue eyes almost made the sound of diamonds tapping in the blinking. After the conversion, he became the most outstanding and charming. His royal blue eyes, if these eyes can be completely If the effect of hypnosis is exerted, the consequences will be unimaginable.

William didn't mind his silence. He smiled and said, "Don't take what you said tonight to heart. I'm not prejudiced against you. A human like you who has been converted into a blood race without domestication is more or less still. I have a rebellious mentality, I am suspicious by nature, I will naturally doubt you, I am afraid that you will be unfaithful to Sherlock, because you can kill the blood that converts you at any time, but the servant is different, the servant can never Disobeying the master, however, I have always had a certain kind of affection for human beings, otherwise I would not have raised my two sons among human beings. It’s just that Sherlock is special, he is very spiritual, and he is full of love for human beings. At first I thought it was a good thing, but now, I think it's not good for him."

"That's what I like about him." John Watson replied casually while pacing on the grass. It was so natural, as if it was right and proper.

"I still want to confirm with you personally that you and Sherlock are lovers?"

John Watson was unwilling to answer this question directly. He changed the subject and said, "You look like Sherlock's elder. When you talk to him, your attitude is like scolding a child. No one dares to talk to him like that, even he Neither will my brother."

"Well, I am indeed his elder." There was an inexplicable light in William's eyes.

John Watson suddenly understood, "My God, are you..."

"Yes, I am his biological father."

"My God!" John Watson repeated, and he hugged and kissed as tightly as Sherlock's father, his father!John Watson turned his head to look at William again. He couldn't find any trace of age on this face. This immortal vampire couldn't tell how old he was, but since his eldest son Mycroft was nearly 300 years old, he might as well. Not too young, maybe even older than Sebastian Moran.

The point is not this, John Watson uncontrollably repeated the accidental kiss that night, he treated William as intimately as Sherlock, the kiss was filled with emotion.

"Let's let that matter go. I thought you were just his servant. I didn't expect you to be more important than a servant in his heart. Otherwise, I would push you away. When it comes to servants, I will take you Go see my servant." William suddenly made such an abrupt proposal.

"why?"

"You don't have any acquaintances on the island, and you're very boring. Why don't you meet more friends? If you say yes, follow up."

After William sent the live fish back to the kitchen, he took John Watson to a farmhouse like a walk. There was no one around, and it was midnight. Sing softly in the thick grass.

Neither of them made any footsteps, and John Watson found it difficult for the vampire to make a movement when he walked. His weight became lighter, and his steps could change at will. When he took a step, he tiptoed first and then lowered the heel, and the way he walked made him look like a cloud of smoke drifting past in the dark.

"Shh, John, don't wake up too many people. Not every kind human being on this island can accept late-night visits from blood races. If you wake up other unrelated people, maybe you will use axes and torches Come to meet you, and in the blink of an eye you're tied to a stake, and Sherlock won't forgive me."

Even if he didn't say so, John Watson would never want to wake up the innocent islanders to come and watch his new bloodline appearance.

Someone seemed to have deliberately left a gap open for him in the back door. William opened the back door, and it swept up the stairs like a gust of wind. John Watson didn't know who he was going to take him to meet with his sneakiness, but since the person had already come, he had no choice but to go up the stairs with a gust of wind. It seems to follow.

In the darkness, William stopped in front of a boudoir on the second floor. The door was filled with the smell of a girl, and John Watson smelled the smell of powder and fragrance belonging to a girl.William opened the door, and after John Watson walked in, he quietly closed the door and locked it.

No candles were lit in the room, the sea breeze blew in through the curtains, and the tulle was lifted into a beautiful arc, and the last quarter moon fell dimly in the corner of the room. A girl was lying on her side in her pajamas, with the quilt covering her legs On the side, the suspenders on the shoulders hang down, the milky white skin is open, the breasts are tall and straight, looming under the suspender nightdress.

The girl didn't notice that there were two more visitors in the room suddenly.William stood by the bed and stared at her for a long time, like watching a picture of a sleeping girl in an exhibition hall. He looked at it for a long time, and John Watson was about to lose his patience and wanted to leave.

William suddenly whispered, "I'm here, and I brought a new friend."

The girl woke up immediately, and then, her surprise turned into joy, she propped herself up, as if she had waited for centuries to see William this night, William said softly, "You won't make any sound Woke up the rest of your family, right?"

The girl's eyes were empty, and she fell into a dreamlike, possessed look. She nodded docilely, and whispered very thinly and softly, "Yes, I won't wake anyone up."

John understood her feeling of obsession, her powerlessness to resist. He understood it deeply.William's hypnotic ability is not inferior to Sherlock's at all, and he is fascinated by it as soon as he hears it.

He said very gently again, "This is John Watson, say hello to him."

The girl looked at John Watson blankly, and said a few words out of her mouth mechanically. John Watson felt that these words were like a dream uttered by a sleeping person, which sounded unreal and without emotion.

"Hello." She finished with a sleepy smile.

John Watson didn't know whether to answer her, she looked sleepwalking.

At this moment, William pulled John Watson's sleeve, led him to the bed, and said charmingly, "Come on, treat it as my treat."

"What? What do you want me to do?" John Watson began to feel a little flustered.

William seemed to be laughing at a fool who had never seen the world, "What else can a servant do with it, I am happy to share my servant and drink her with you."

"No..." John Watson wanted to take a step back, but his feet couldn't move as if they had taken root.

"You're welcome..." William lifted the thin quilt, generously exposing the girl's two milky white long legs. He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress sank slightly, and the girl felt a little distraught and fascinated by his approach. The nervousness, her accelerating heartbeat was particularly turbulent in John Watson's ears, and the heartbeat kept rushing into John Watson's ears.

"Suck my blood, and let me be as young as I am now, suck my blood, treat me as gently as before, make me happy, no one in the world can possess me like that except you ... I can't look down on those poor boys anymore, I can't look down on them anymore, they are not as good as you, William, you are so beautiful, I just ask you to suck my blood and give me what you can ..." The girl kept repeating these words in her heart, and it was extremely clear. William must have heard this voice, as if listening to a joke. He smiled, listened, played with her thoughts, and savored her thoughts. It's like taking off the girl's disguise and revealing her shameless soul.

William stretched out his strong fingers, pressed the girl's neck, and exposed the fair skin to John Watson. There were two unhealed blood holes on the carotid artery, which William brought to her during his visit a few days ago. Yes, now that he came again, the girl felt very happy in her heart, as if being favored by some kind of god, like being favored by a certain king, that strong joy lingered and echoed in her heart.

Long ago, John Watson could often see these two blood holes in the still-human Lestrade.

"I don't want to bite her." John Watson clenched his fists.

"You just need to drink a few sips. She won't die. I have a contract with her. She listens to me very well and won't mind if you take a little blood from her." When William was speaking, his fangs Shining white light.

John Watson wanted to escape, whether he rolled down the stairs in a panic or fell out of the window, he wanted to escape, but he found sadly that the girl's milky white neck had a strong allure to him.It was hard for him to breathe.

William looked at him as if he was looking at a struggling animal in a cage, "I know you have just converted, and all blood races can easily see this, you are still in the second stage, one step away, you must You can only become a real blood race after going through the complete third stage. You will become more handsome and stronger than you are now because you have gone through the third stage, otherwise you are still just a fragile baby before that , as a young child, the vampire usually can't live long, and will be seriously injured by the enemy, and it will be difficult to recover. Didn't Sherlock tell you that you need a sacrifice, a living person, and you need to personally go to the blood vessels of the living person Drink the blood with life in it, and you can only live on the blood bag, you will always be like this."

"How am I now?"

"Do you wake up hungry and thirsty? The hunger is unspeakable."

John Watson did not answer.

"Only relying on Sherlock's medicinal wine, although you don't have the urge to bloodthirsty, your stomach still feels uncomfortable. You really want to drink blood, but the blood bag can't satisfy you at all, even if you drink a lot of frozen blood , and can’t get a complete sense of satiety. I know this very well, because Sherlock grew up like this since he was a child. He has good self-control and can endure pain that ordinary people can’t bear. But what about you...a fragile human being ..." William's words were burning, like sparks from the rollers of a wheel, splashing on John Watson's heart.

He said: "I don't think your self-control is as good as Sherlock's.

John Watson licked a lip chapped with longing and nervousness, and he insisted, "I will not drink the blood of my kind, no matter how much you tempt me."

William shrugged and said, "Okay then, wait for me here for a while." After William finished speaking, he put his hands on the girl's back, and John Watson looked at him stiffly.

The girl raised her head back, her long neck stretched straight, and the lines of blood vessels on the carotid artery were clearly visible. William's fangs became thick and long, and under the dim moonlight, they burrowed into her blood vessels. , his lips pressed against her skin greedily, his cheeks moved up and down due to swallowing movements, like a baby sipping sweet milk in front of the huge and soft breasts, sucking her blood without restraint.The girl lowered her hands weakly, and was traveling in the dreamlike kingdom. She rolled her eyelids and trembled from time to time, like a person whose soul had gone out of her body.

John Watson stared straight at him. He could not help but take a step closer to the bloodthirsty scene, and licked his tongue longingly. William stretched out a palm towards him, but his lips were still on the girl's neck. John Watson Watson looked at the palm of his invitation, and he was fighting the beast in his heart. The beast howled and wanted to rush out of John Watson's body.

John Watson raised his trembling arm, and William pulled him away. John Watson knelt down beside the bed with a plop, looking flustered and longing.

William raised his face, the blood on his lips was very red, spreading along the corner of his mouth to his chin.

John Watson looked at him with straight eyes, imagining how hot the blood should be.

"You too."

Hearing this soft and gentle call, John Watson's brain collapsed. This temptation was better than hypnosis. He smelled the blood in the air, which was sweet. Breathing weakly, looking at her trembling eyelashes, she seemed to be enjoying herself, John Watson was convincing himself that he only needed to take a breath, and the girl looked extremely addicted, without the slightest pain, John Watson could not It will hurt her.

One bite is all it takes.

Just a sip.

John Watson put his lips on the two small blood holes overflowing with blood, the heat was beyond his imagination, John Watson was shocked, stretched out his hands and hugged the girl tightly, like hugging Sherlock With such affection, his pupils that were as deep as sea water shrank violently, and his fangs lengthened in an instant, and then pierced into the blood hole in her neck without hesitation, piercing deeply, the flesh of a living person was in his It was so thin under the sharp teeth, like a piece of paper, a veil, John Watson pierced the teeth deeper, and the tip of the teeth almost pierced through the middle of her thin throat.

He was choked at the first sip, William stroked his back and advised him to drink slowly, the blood flooded into his thirsty esophagus like a life-saving spring, and the burning sensation in the esophagus was relieved , His stomach was relieved for a while, John Watson couldn't stop, and William didn't stop him, letting him suck the girl's life endlessly.

The girl didn't resist either, she just fell limply into his arms. John Watson knelt beside the bed, extremely greedy. He closed his eyes, but what was in his mind was Sherlock Holmes. If Sherlock was How nice it would be to be a man, his blood would surely fill him up, John Watson actually started to have such an evil idea, he had a wonderful hallucination, and couldn't stop this cranky hallucination, he It is Sherlock Holmes who fantasizes about the human being sipping before his eyes.

John Watson couldn't help pulling out his fangs, stretched out his tongue and licked the bleeding neck, and then stuck his teeth in again. He found that the blood flow had decreased, and if this indulgence continued, the girl would suffer from blood loss. Too much and died.

Listening to the weakening heartbeat beat by beat, he vaguely thought of the prostitute who died in the operation. John Watson listened to the weakening heartbeat, as if he had returned to the terrible operating room. In front of the hospital bed, he tried his best to resist the god of death, but no matter how many times he pressed the bloody heart with his bare hands, the heart still stopped beating.

There was a strong throbbing in John Watson's heart. He whimpered in a low voice, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and he looked very painful. He tried his best to push the girl away, raised his head and gasped heavily in the room. It was full of blood, and his taste buds were filled with the thick feeling of blood. He pushed the girl away and threw her back on the bed rudely. He pushed William away, and pushed away all obstacles that prevented him from escaping.

John Watson opened the door and ran down the stairs frantically. He ran out from the back door, ran out of the farmhouse, and ran all the way to the beach. John Watson was running on the edge of the cliff. His speed was unmatched. The distance of several kilometers It was covered by him in an instant, the third stage has passed, and his conversion has been completely completed.

He turned into a real bloodthirsty vampire.

John Watson ran enough and knelt on the edge of the cliff, hugging his body in pain.

William chased up from behind him, and his speed was astonishingly fast. He landed beside him silently, squatted down, and asked softly, "John? Is there something wrong with the girl's blood?"

"No!" John Watson said with tears in his eyes. "It's because there's nothing wrong with that blood! There's nothing wrong with it! On the contrary, the blood of a living person tastes surprisingly good, and I don't even feel sick at all! I'm terrible Yes! I used to think that bloodthirsty vampires were all beasts, and I taught others to be beasts without knowing it, but now, I have also become a beast!"

William patted him on the shoulder with a forceful force, "What's wrong with this, John? Since you have become a member of the blood race, you should draw a clear line from humans. In fact, you don't have to be too entangled. Blood races have endless lives and eternal youth, so many human beings dream of this, you can domesticate some servants, fulfill this wish for them, and at the same time feed yourself satisfactorily."

"I don't want to live like this! I don't want to! I don't care about immortality at all! I want to become normal, why do I feel uncomfortable when I can't drink human blood! I have to drink two mouthfuls of human blood before eating anyway! This is simply It's...terrible...I had the determination to die...I had already made the plan to die before I committed suicide. Why did Sherlock let the demon go and save me in return? Need his rescue! I don't need it! He turned me into a vampire!"

William took him into his arms and put his cheek against his chest. He still comforted John Watson in that calm and gentle tone, "No wonder Sherlock, no wonder him, I would do the same thing if it were me made."

"why?"

"If I have a human being that I love so deeply, and I don't even want to domesticate him into a servant, I will definitely be reluctant to let him die."

John Watson raised his head and looked at him. William had a mysterious smile on his face. He couldn't understand what was hidden in the smile. The inexplicable staring at each other lasted too long. John Watson didn't know what was going on, he felt William's face descending rapidly towards him, John Watson stared wide-eyed in surprise.

A huge wave rushed up and poured water on the two of them. John Watson was wet all over. He was stunned by the sudden tide. William said with a smile, "This place is not suitable for long. The second The waves are coming."

John Watson nodded numbly. He got up and walked beside William. He felt an indescribable strange feeling in his heart, but he didn't understand what this strange feeling was. John Watson finally returned to the hotel. I just want to change into something more comfortable.

He bid farewell to William briefly, and went back to the room. He took off his soaked coat, and William's face suddenly descending towards him appeared again. John Watson quickly shook his head to dispel the doubt in his heart, no, that's impossible He and William have only known each other for two days, and he is Sherlock's father. In any case, redundant assumptions are very stupid.

John Watson took off his shirt and trousers, and stood naked in the middle of the room. He felt full and full of energy. He felt he had never been so healthy, and his breathing was very smooth. He secretly recalled the moment when he drank blood. Frenzied excitement.

William was different from Sherlock. He encouraged John Watson to open his appetite to drink blood, which somewhat satisfied his long-suppressed desire for blood. But for this, John Watson was not grateful to him. On the contrary, he was worried. , hoping Sherlock won't find out what he's done tonight.

But how is this possible? He looked at his sharp claws that had become stronger. He also felt that his eyes had become deeper and more attractive. His skin had changed from soft to very resilient. He felt that if given the opportunity , he can freely play and control his hypnotic ability, he is a real vampire.

What will happen to Sherlock when he comes back and sees such a big change in him?

The author has something to say:

It's really insane to steal a wife with your son

The initiator of this moral corruption!Who is the mastermind behind this bloody mess! (Innocent face: I don't know who it is)

A preview: Mo Niang is real. . .won't die. . .He ended up with Xiaoxia (hahaha the author lied)

There can be 3P, but it won’t be this one (hey, did I miss something?)