Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

After changing his clothes, John Watson fidgeted in the room. He felt the aftertaste of blood in his mouth, and the aftertaste made him shudder.

The blood of his kind.

He was really upset, so he went outside, but when he saw William outside, he wanted to go back into the room again. The more John Watson tried to avoid him, the more he found it impossible to avoid him. William sat down. In the easy chair, he waved warmly to him.

John Watson had no choice but to walk over, sit on the sofa, and watch the sea view with him. The waves on the sea level dragged one after another white ribbons and rolled in the waves.

William sat in the easy chair with his hands resting lazily on the armrests. He smiled comfortably, as if there was nothing in the world that bothered him. He spoke to John Watson in a very lazy voice.

"Why can't the blood of animals completely quench the hunger and thirst of the blood race? Why can't the blood taken from human corpses satisfy us? Do we have souls like humans, because we are immortal, and immortals can still have souls? Is it something extravagant? We can exchange human blood for blood, what will happen if we reverse our blood and replace it with human blood?"

John Watson listened stupidly, "What do you mean by that?"

"This is the question that Sherlock asked me most often when I was a child. Almost all of his questions revolved around these. I think...he wants to eliminate conflicts between people and blood races, trust each other, and live in peace. Selfish, he wants to realize his own wish, do you know what that wish is, the most real and deepest wish in his heart."

As he hinted, a vague idea appeared in John Watson's mind, but he was not sure, but he still said tentatively, "Is it becoming a human?"

William nodded, "If someone wants to become a vampire, then there are vampires who want to become a human. There are very few such vampires, and it can be said that they are unique. Sherlock is the unique one."

"But can a vampire turn into a human?"

William shook his head resolutely, "Since ancient times, there has never been a case of a vampire successfully turning into a human being. Although in the past, some vampires voluntarily evacuated blood and transfused human blood. In this way, he could barely become a human, but this kind of The state of a person can only last for a few days, and he will die soon, because a person is so fragile, the body after becoming a person will have a rejection reaction with the new blood, the internal organs will quickly fail, and the face will be old within two days , the body is thin, and the health will decline accordingly. You and I both know that Sherlock is nearly two hundred years old. Can you imagine if his two-hundred-year-old body is metabolized and gradually aging, what will he look like? Doubtful, his hair will become white overnight, his face will be wrinkled, his body will be bent, and he will become an old man, not only that, but he will die, and die immediately."

John Watson was silent.

William narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were full of temptation, "If you can choose, you can become a human, and Sherlock can also become a human, you may choose to restore without hesitation, but what about Sherlock? You Will it stop him from doing this stupid thing?"

John Watson frowned.

William was very satisfied seeing his frown, and he smiled happily, like someone who guessed the puzzle correctly, and said: "You will stop him, and you will definitely not agree with him giving up his precious eternal life, you Will do everything possible to convince him, tell him the advantages of the blood race, let him recall how happy it is to be a blood race, strong, never get sick, and that amazing speed. Do you consider it animalistic?"

"I only regard murderous vampires as beasts. Whether Sherlock is a human or a vampire, he has no evil animal nature."

"But I kill like hell," William said with a smile, "I'm very timid. To be honest, I'm not as good as any of my sons. They are extremely brave, hard-hearted, and decisive. They are all people who do great things. And I'm just a little nobleman who is used to luxury. In order to avoid hunters, I hide in a comfortable city and live an ordinary life. I domesticate more than one servant, and the number will not attract too much attention. I drank the servants that got by until the time was right, and I converted them all, and made the next batch of servants, and it was all done behind the scenes, like a thief, just like I sneaked into that farm house yesterday Well, the girl's parents didn't know about my visit. To them, I was a reclusive hotel owner on the coast. I didn't see anyone at ordinary times, and I had nothing to do with their daughter. I didn't kill many people. In the previous During the war years, I killed people to protect myself. Of course, sometimes... I would lose control and kill a few people because I was thirsty for too long... But I can't restrain this process. After I wake up, I will restrain myself. All evil deeds, because I am cowardly and do not want to offend anyone, especially powerful people."

"Are you trying to convince me to become a vampire with peace of mind?"

"No...whether you want to be a blood race is your own business. What I want to say is, please persuade Sherlock to stop revenge and stop making trouble with that elder. I agree with you to leave this island as soon as possible , so as not to set off a bloodbath and regret it for the rest of your life. Whether you go to the city or the countryside, live in seclusion like me. No matter what way you live, whether you suck blood or not, as long as you live, and live is the most important thing Yes, I heard you said that you once committed suicide, and it was for this reason that Sherlock converted you into a vampire, let me ask you, why did you commit suicide?"

"I don't die, it's Sherlock who dies."

"But you don't want to die in your heart."

John Watson clenched his fist on the sofa, and the fist was firmly placed on his knee. His eyes were burning like torches, and he said, "Yes, I want to live more than anyone else."

"Then, why seek revenge? Ask for death?"

John Watson thought for a moment, and the answer immediately came to his mind. He said, "For justice."

William heard this high-sounding vocabulary that only humans would use repeatedly. He looked at John Watson for a long time, and then asked quietly, "Have you ever eaten beef?"

John Watson was taken aback for a moment, and then replied, "Of course I have eaten..."

"If the cow's kind or descendants seek revenge on you and argue with you about the so-called justice, will you think it is stupid?"

"Damn...that's stupid...but..."

"If the beef on your plate could talk, and it protested that it didn't agree to be eaten by you, would you gladly let it go and indulge yourself to starve to death?"

"I... don't... damn metaphors..."

"You'll eat it anyway, won't you?" William chuckled. "Of course you will, John, no shame. You'll want to fill your stomach because you want to live more than anyone else. "

"I am not ashamed," said John Watson firmly, "that you speak of nothing but a cow."

"Of course," William said, "but human beings are no different from cows in our eyes, but the animals themselves may not think so. Humans feel that they are superior to cows, and they cry in front of us, resisting and telling us not to Eat them, but if we show kindness and don't drink blood, how can we survive this day."

"No." A voice deeper than William's came out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Sherlock came out of the shadows with an expression like a dominator. He was more proud than everything in the world, as if nothing could rival him, and he walked Graceful, steady steps came over, "We don't need to drink blood at all, and we can survive. The vampires want to drink blood, just because they are afraid of old age and death."

"If you don't drink blood, the wound will heal slowly, and you will be very hungry inside. But that hunger is necessary, just like human passion/desire, it is inevitable. The need is satisfied, so that you will not end up with a Twisted ending." William continued in the chair calmly, as if Sherlock had been chatting with him without interruption.

Sherlock stared at him. "I don't want to argue with you. I never argue."

William sighed in a low voice, full of infinite sympathy for his second son, just like watching Sherlock go the wrong way but couldn't turn him back, he lamented and said: "If you admit your nature, you It will be happier than now, your brother has never been so depressed like you, he is very happy to suck blood, and he also enjoys sucking blood."

Sherlock snorted coldly, and walked into the room. He spoke to his father from behind, with an extremely arrogant attitude, "It's almost dawn, and I'm very tired." As he said, his figure had drifted into the corridor.

John Watson stayed in the sofa, surprised to find that Sherlock didn't look at him directly, and didn't ask him to go back to the room together, as if sulking, John Watson sat restlessly on the sofa for a while, his butt Sitting down is like resting on a mass of charcoal fire, and I can't sit still.

John Watson was very flustered, very uncertain, and didn't know what to do.

William blinked at him, "Go in and coax him."

Hearing these words, John Watson rushed into the room. He twisted the doorknob. Sherlock was taking off his clothes soaked in seawater by candlelight. John Watson walked in with his head down, looking for a corner Like a stick of wood.

Sherlock put on his nightgown, did not look at him, lay on his side on the bed, his back to John Watson, and said nothing.

John Watson stood for a moment, then walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, watching his back as he raised his hand and placed it on Sherlock's shoulder.

"Are you determined to be on the same side as my father?" Sherlock was finally willing to reward him with the precious right to talk.

"how is this possible."

"You were taken by him to drink the blood of the living. I saw it at a glance. You have become more beautiful. You may not feel it yourself, but your hair and your appearance can't deceive people. You A beautiful body is nourished by blood."

John Watson pursed his lips tightly, with a painful expression on his face. After a long silence, he was able to speak, "I... can't resist, just like you used to treat my blood, can you understand?"

Sherlock kept his back to him, refusing to turn around, and he said bitterly on the pillow, "Believe it or not, I didn't get that train because I wanted to be, I admit, I sometimes want to be You, but I just want to be you, no matter you are male, female, human or blood, I always want to be you, I always envy you, I am not ignorant of good and bad, I know how capable I am, I can To rule many blood races, of course, I can also rule people. If I can, I can even become the head of state, but my ultimate dream is not that, John, can you imagine a day when human beings no longer have fear on their faces when talking about blood races? We can do business and trade with the vampires. Can you imagine this glorious future? The vampires are as comfortable on land as in the underground city. We will not be disturbed by hunters in our sleep, nor will we be disturbed by Hunger and thirst torment."

John Watson's hand on his shoulder stroked his flawless shoulder blades, and he asked softly, "Why do you envy me?"

"I don't know," said Sherlock, "at first I thought I envied you for never suffering, but then you lost your memory, went blind again, and now you're burdened with immortality you didn't want, and I still envy you, Now I understand that I envy you because there are many people who really care and love you. You have a family and a destination. After you die, someone will bury you. The bond between blood clans is much weaker. My father, you I've seen it too. In order to avoid the troubled times, he just let me and Mycroft leave me alone. It's not that he doesn't care about my life or death, but I think it's more important for him to protect himself. As long as he can still live, He can completely raise a new blood child."

"Sherlock, don't do this."

"How am I?"

"You seem to hate your father."

"You want to speak for him? If you want to help him, just help him. I can tell you that I don't hate him, I'm just angry with him. I wish I could leave here and let him feel the feeling of being abandoned. But I can't leave now, I still have things to do, but you... Have you been persuaded by him? Do you want to give up revenge? Do you think that elder will never come out to kill people and do evil again? He will return to the earth What started one bloody night after another was never more benevolent than those nights on the train."

John Watson was extremely aggrieved by what he said. He was accused for no reason. He has not changed his mind at all. Whether it is revenge, or wishing for blood and humans to eliminate resentment like Sherlock, he has not been rejected. William's words were shaken, John Watson lay down slowly, and was about to fall asleep with him when Sherlock suddenly said, "Get out, John, I don't want to see you tonight."

John Watson was stiff on the mattress. He propped himself up and looked at his side face, "What's wrong with you, you don't have to take it out on me."

Sherlock turned around with such a jerk that the mattress jolted, and he reached out to grab John Watson, who resisted fiercely.

"What are you doing!" John Watson waved his hands and feet to stop his brute force.

Sherlock still picked him up from the bed in this chaos, he grabbed John Watson's clothes, and threw him out the door, John Watson was thrown and hit the wall opposite the corridor, he huddled in There, staring at Sherlock.

Sherlock said by the door, "I can't understand your behavior tonight, John, I can't. In the past 100 years, although I have killed people, most of them were hunters. I don't deny this, but it was because of necessity." Reasons to kill people. Before I got on the train, I also converted several servants. I tamed servants in order to survive, but after I woke up, I threw them away and no longer enjoyed their blood and life selfishly. Let them fend for themselves on the land, it sounds a bit cruel, but in the end it is for their sake, there are a few servants, you know, Jasmine and Jaileen, they are all dead, I am wandering on the train For more than 100 years, I have never tasted the blood of a living person. You are the first and only one I made an exception for. I can't get rid of it, if I were someone else, I wouldn't be so out of control, I can reject anyone, except you, even if you become a blood race, your blood is still fresh in my heart, unlike you tonight."

John Watson argued in a rough voice, "Don't take it out on me!"

"I'm just angry with you, you can be angry with me, why can't I be angry with you, you are tempted by hunger and thirst to suck blood, John, you think about it, what are you sucking blood for? To survive? I think It's not like this." After Sherlock finished the last sentence, he ruthlessly closed the door.

John Watson was leaning on the corridor outside the door in frustration, his poor little head hung down, looking like a flower bud falling in the snow, every word of Sherlock was like a knife point in his heart, breaking his heart , John Watson walked into the dark living room blankly, he had forgotten where he was and where he should go.

He felt sad and had endless grievances.

A cold hand grabbed him, and John Watson slumped against the man. He didn't resist or struggle, and leaned quietly in front of the man.

The man raised a cold hand to caress his cheek, brushed his fingers over the bangs on his forehead, and then landed on his back. He put his arms around John Watson's body and said in the dark, "It seems that your Communication was not very pleasant."

Hmph, John Watson wanted to take his anger out on him, but after thinking about it, it was his own fault. He obviously lacked concentration in that girl's room, and when he saw the blood, he was shaken like a nasty pug. Joyfully wagging his tail and pounced on the girl, it was all John Watson's fault, no one could blame him, he felt like getting an electric shock when he heard the blood, if it must be said that it was Sherlock's fault for converting him, then, it would be better to say It was John Watson's own fault for finding that train. No one forced him to get close to Sherlock and asked him to stay with Sherlock for a long time. There is no master-servant contract between him and Sherlock. He can leave at any time. Leaving, all these consequences are what John Watson asked for, he asked for it.

John Watson shook off his hand, pushed away his hug and comfort, and he planned to find a sofa to make do with it.

William stopped him. He held John Watson's hand and whispered, "Look at the big French windows facing the sea. When the sun comes out, you will be reduced to ashes on the sofa. There are other rooms in this hotel. I'll arrange it for you."

He took John Watson to the door of a new room. John Watson didn't understand why he was holding his hand so tightly. He wanted to break away several times, but William just turned around and smiled secretly, and tightened his grip again. over him.

Entering the room, William lit a candlestick on the table, and he said in the dim light, "You will sleep here." John Watson looked at him, and suddenly felt that he and Sherlock were too much alike.

The outline of the face, the high nose, and the lips that were closed and drawn into a straight line are so resembling that they are twins. John Watson kind of wants to regard him as a substitute for Sherlock, so he rushes to hug him, Tell him about your regrets, he shouldn't drink the girl's blood, he shouldn't indulge his blood desire, he knows it's wrong, he wants to ask Sherlock to forgive him.

William stayed there quietly for a while, as if expecting something, waiting for something, but John Watson remained motionless.

In the end, William could only say good night tersely, and he went out.

John Watson didn't even have the mood to take off his clothes. He lay flat on the bed with his arms outstretched, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. He remembered that he would wake up after dusk every day and inevitably grind his teeth due to burning hunger and thirst. Action, when he was grinding his teeth, all he could think about was blood, it was so despicable, it made him feel depraved.He realized that he was not so great and determined, and to put it bluntly, he was no different from Harriet.

John Watson thought of his bitter sister, who may have died at the hands of a hunter, or may have been turned into ashes by the sun in the manor.Regardless of the outcome, John Watson felt that death was the best relief for her, otherwise, like him, he would be endlessly troubled, tortured and manipulated by evil blood desires.

Once the sun came out, he couldn't resist sleep, and he seemed to lack some kind of energy in his body that could support him through the day. He turned over in bed, the curtains were drawn tightly and tightly, and the room was as dark as a coffin. , he lay there, staring into the darkness for hours, his mind spinning, his thoughts mixed with guilt.John Watson habitually stretched out his hand to hug the person next to him, only to realize that he was not sleeping next to Sherlock.

John Watson sighed helplessly, and then closed his eyes on the empty mattress. He slept for a whole day, almost the longest day in his life. He had strange dreams full of red light, fragmented, Bloody light kept appearing, Sherlock stood at the end of the blood, staring at him with a pair of cold eyes, his body was smoking and burning, as if to be separated from John Watson forever, that pale and cold figure stood in front of John Watson In Watson's deepest dream, the end of Sherlock's angry pupils was filled with bright red. It was the eyes that refused his approach. John Watson stood far away from him. Because of his refusal, John Watson was allowed to stand Floating away alone on the blood surface, he suddenly felt a heartache, sobbed sadly in his sleep, and continued to sleep soundly.

The sun is gradually sinking to the west, and the islanders in the distance light a few candles in the house. Under the starry sky, the faint light is like yellow fireflies on the earth. The red sunset sinks into the mountains, and the morning glow and mist gather in the entire sky. , the surface of the sea was crimson, like a girl's cheeks covered with rouge, the deserted Shetland pier still parked the forgotten fishing boats, the sun was gradually engulfed by the mountains and black clouds, and the shadow of the ridge was faint Floating in the night, it became darker and darker, and finally changed into a thick black line.

The grass and trees are lush in the wilderness, and the rising tide splashes white water on the cliffs. The splashed sea water disappears in the air like a shooting star.

The sky was pitch black, and the moon and stars shone through the crack of the door, but the depths of the room were still pitch black, and there was a faint figure a few steps behind the door.

The door opened slowly, and then closed immediately, bringing a breeze, the moonlight came in from the gap in the curtains, and shone on his bare feet, leaving the rest of his body in darkness. As soon as he entered the room, he remained silent and silent. Quietly stood beside the bed watching John Watson's sleeping face.

That sleeping face is indistinguishable from the world, white, clear, full of the vitality of the new blood race, the eyelashes tremble slightly, and the slow and lengthy breath is exhaled from the nose along with the rhythm of the heart, the heart is so slow that it can hardly be heard In the dark and quiet room, the moon casts pale light, John Watson sleeps lazily on the mattress, and the air is filled with the fragrance of the plants on the island.

William Holmes has been standing by the bed, his glowing eyes piercing the darkness like lighthouses, and there is no expression on his indifferent face. He has long been immersed in the charming appearance of John Watson.

John Watson blinked his eyes twice and woke up. His whole body was filled with an immeasurable desire for blood. He felt a stomachache, and his fingers were painfully scratching the bed sheet. Two long fangs stuck out of his mouth. Every time he wakes up, his first reaction is hunger. The hunger and thirst are indescribable, and no one can imagine it. He feels that his stomach and body are convulsing collectively.

A cold hand was placed on his back. John Watson turned his head in horror, fearing that it might be a surprise hunter. Sherlock had been thinking about him all night, and John Watson immediately jumped into his arms happily, wrapping his arms around his slender and strong back.

"Sherlock?"

"No, it's me." It was slightly more cheerful than Sherlock's melancholy deep voice.

John Watson immediately fell into the mattress in fright. When the candle was lit, William stood by the bed and chuckled at him, "You've finally woken up. Blood races usually wake up at dusk, but you've slept so long, God It's all dark."

John Watson frowned, and was about to say something, when he suddenly curled up powerlessly to the side, his whole body was burning with hunger and thirst, this feeling was too uncomfortable, he needed blood, he wanted blood, he wanted blood With a big mouthful of human blood, John Watson grabbed a piece of bed sheet and stuffed it into his mouth to bite, and endured it firmly.

William said, "You don't have to suffer like this, John, and look what I've brought you here tonight."

William opened the door of the room, stretched out his hand, and led a person in from the outside.

John Watson crawled on the bed on all fours, screamed and hid at the head of the bed, as if the person who came was the person he feared the most in his life. He was indeed afraid of this living person brought in from outside the room, and he was very afraid that he could not help but jump In the past, tear her apart.

He recognized that the person was none other than the girl on the bed last night, William's servant. She was wearing a pure white dress and also barefoot, as if she had just been grabbed from the bed by William. She was timid. Standing at the door, William encouraged her, "It's okay, in the past, he won't hurt you, at most drink some of your blood, did I tell you that your blood is beautiful, let him taste it too."

The girl summoned up her courage and walked over. The long skirt dragged on her white ankles. Her face showed signs of anemia. She walked like a sick person. Her feet were floating, her landing was unstable, and her eyes were dizzy. John Watson didn't know whether the dizziness was caused by William's hypnosis, or whether her body was almost unable to bear it due to repeated blood donations.

John Watson rolled on the bed and fell to the other side of the bed in an instant. He propped his arms on the floor and kept going backwards. It's ridiculous that a girl who threw herself into his arms could scare him like this , John Watson waved his claws that had become long due to hunger and thirst, and said resistingly, "No, don't do this again, I don't want to!"

"You think. Stop pretending, you think more than anyone else." William said softly behind the girl.

The girl knelt in front of him, put her hands on the ground, and slowly crawled towards him, like a humble animal. John Watson was terrified. What he was terrified was that his vision became blurred due to excitement, and his pupils became incomparable. Scarlet, bloodthirsty scarlet, more than once or twice he stretched out his tongue to lick/tick the itchy fangs on the girl's neck with two blood holes left, he wanted so much to let the girl crawl into his arms, and then stretched out his hands to tear it to pieces Her clothes crazily allow her high-temperature plasma to be sucked.

John Watson tried his best to suppress this fanatical desire, and when he suppressed it, he floated up again. The girl was already in front of his eyes. John Watson raised his trembling hands and placed them on her milky white shoulders irresistibly. The girl moved aside Lifting her hair, she passed her neck to his lips.

John Watson opened his mouth reflexively, and his fangs scraped gently against the girl's neck. The soft and fragile skin made him feel like he was being shocked by a violent electric shock. John Watson trembled all over, and raised his hands to grab her shoulders. He roared angrily in the room, and then, he threw the girl onto the bed. John Watson pushed William who was blocking his way, and jumped into the corridor barefoot. He fell to the ground, fell again and again, and got up again and again.

He found the door of Sherlock's room and opened it forcefully, "Sherlock!" John Watson burst in with a cry. The room was dark and quiet, empty, and John Watson turned madly and rushed into the living room , several female waitresses were frightened by his sudden head-on collision and shouted loudly, and the plates in their hands fell to the ground.

John Watson fled barefoot into the night sky like a madman in a fit of fever.He realized that tears were streaming from his scarlet eyes, and the tears scattered in the wind, "Sherlock!" John Watson was like a lost man who couldn't find his way, running hard in the dark night, looking for his faith , he wanted to jump into the sea, but he knew that the sea water could not drown him, and the stone cut his feet, but he didn't feel the pain at all, the pain in his heart was far more fierce than the pain in his body.

"Sherlock!" John Watson stood by the sea, shouting hoarsely to his only true love in this world.