Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

The waves surround the entire Shetland Island, which is almost isolated from the world and uninhabited. Except for the residents on the island and the occasional foreign merchant ships who come to fish, there are few tourists. Sherlock is standing on a sandy shoal, He raised his head towards the sky, the moon was shining white and silver, and the cumulonimbus cloud was illuminated into gray. Sherlock heard someone calling him, and he quickly passed the cliff, and he couldn't see the speed of his action clearly.

As soon as Sherlock rushed up the gentle slope, John Watson collapsed as soon as he saw him. He threw himself into Sherlock's arms and grabbed the clothes on his back with both hands. The double pupils, the depths of the pupils are burning, and there are countless hunger and thirst.John Watson could not help trembling in his arms.

Sherlock hugged him tightly, stroking his back, fingers rubbing the hair on the back of his head.John Watson seemed unsteady on his feet. His feet were covered with wet sand and blood was flowing from his cut heel. Those tiny wounds were healing quickly. John Watson fell into his arms , extremely powerless.

Bushes of wild flowers in full bloom surrounded the two of them on the grass, and Sherlock found that his nails had grown so long that they had dug into Sherlock's back, almost scratching blood on his body.

"Sherlock!" he kept saying, "Damn it, Sherlock, why did you make me look like this? Damn, how could you..." His voice suddenly became hoarse, and for a moment Can't utter a word.

Sherlock put his hand lightly on his shoulder and said, "I'm sorry, John." He could only repeat the words.

"I obviously hate blood-sucking! Why can't I resist! Why! I am no longer human! You made me like this! I became rotten! You know what I was like in the past! You know it in your heart Very! There is only one thing I don't understand, why am I so hungry!" At this point, the blood in John Watson's body seemed to be flowing backwards, and his voice became louder and louder. "To hell with it all! I'll never drink blood again! I won't drink blood even if I'd starve to death!" John Watson stopped abruptly, as if regretting the words.

"Yes, I know, I heard." Sherlock's soft voice soothed his emotions, and his eyes were full of sadness.The moon shone above John Watson's head, making him look pale and weak.

"I need you, Sherlock, how could you throw me out of the room alone." John Watson rubbed in his arms, feeling extremely uncomfortable, looking terrified, and kept pushing towards Sherlock She curled up in her arms, as if trying to get into Sherlock's body.

He sobbed in an extremely sad voice, "I need you, I know I can't overcome hunger and thirst alone, you can hypnotize me, as long as you use your eyes to tell me not to suck blood, I can't resist, I I can do anything under your hypnosis, you are my only hope, Sherlock, I can only rely on you, damn it, I still feel thirsty now, I am so thirsty, I really want to die, but I I can't die, I can't die! I still have unfinished business, you also have unfinished dreams, I... can't die..." John Watson choked up, his eyes were still scarlet with fanaticism, and he couldn't let go.

Bloodthirsty is the doomed fate of the blood race, but there are people like Sherlock and John Watson who are struggling against this traditional nature. Since ancient times, the blood race in the dark has been eating people who belong to the day, But now they hate their own bloodthirsty hunger very much, just like human beings have anorexia because they hate survival.

"I...would be completely ruined...without you...I would be ruined." John Watson shivered, as if he was cold, but in fact, he would never feel the pain brought by the cold , his temperature changes with the outside world, even in the ice and snow, he can endure the extreme cold.

Sherlock carried him back to the room sideways, he placed John Watson on the soft feather bed, and was about to dig out the spare blood bags, John Watson resisted him with scarlet eyes, "Don't give me that thing, a drop will Don't give it to me."

"Then, drink some wine." Sherlock gave up. He took out the medicinal wine, held John Watson's little head and gulped him down. John Watson coughed violently, and his stomach turned.

In less than a quarter of an hour, John Watson vomited out the medicinal wine he drank.A stomach without human blood made it impossible for him to digest the rest of his food, including medicinal wine.He collapsed into Sherlock's arms, his head resting on his lap.

Sherlock frowned, stroking the bangs on his forehead, Sherlock thought, this matter must be settled once and for all.

He couldn't let his John suffer like this again. He was right, he couldn't resist hunger and thirst alone.He used to be just an ordinary human being, this hunger and thirst is not an ordinary hungry stomach, this hunger and thirst is more tormenting than incurable terminal illness.

Sherlock whispered softly, "I'm not going to chase you out of the room again. I'm going to keep you by my side all night and see me when I wake up, so you won't feel so panicked." .”

John Watson nodded on his knee.

Sherlock said again: "I also agree with you to domesticate a servant to relieve your hunger, just like my brother, bring a living person by your side, you don't need to convert that living person into a vampire so quickly."

John Watson resolutely rejected his proposal, "I don't! I don't want to compromise! I don't want to drink blood anymore! This is what I want to achieve! I don't want to drink blood anymore! Don't become a monster!"

Sherlock looked at the thin clothes on his body, which were stained by the sea water and wet mud outside, he gently unbuttoned John Watson's shirt, and saw that his skin had become very resilient, since he personally drank the living Human blood, he has indeed undergone a very obvious change, he looks very strong, his limbs are full of strength.

Sherlock took off his shirt for him, John Watson sat up and kissed him, Sherlock felt his sharp fangs, these two sharp teeth had grown into real beast fangs, extremely hard, Sherlock's lips suddenly It was pierced by him, John Watson stared at the blood oozing from his lips, and then sucked it obsessively, he resisted the blood of fellow human beings, but he didn't mind sucking Sherlock's blood at all, on the contrary, he loved it Sherlock's blood, even if it doesn't satiate him, John Watson loves to death.

They kissed in the thick smell of blood, John Watson threw him on the bed, stretched out two fangs, the scarlet eyeballs could hardly see the black pupils, only felt that the two eyes were all red and glowing red , Dazzling red, as if it was about to shed tears of blood, John Watson pierced his fangs into Sherlock's graceful neck, sucking greedily, letting the cold blood flow into his throat, the blood tasted good, just In terms of taste, it will not be transfused to the human blood in the blood bag.

Sherlock didn't even snort. He hugged John Watson tightly. When he was sucked by a vampire, he would have hallucinations. Regardless of whether the vampire was born or converted, Sherlock would inevitably fall into the hallucination. His misty eyes are experiencing dizziness, and the stronger the hallucination, the greater the ability of the vampire who is sucking blood. He feels that John Watson will become as powerful as him in the future.

John Watson's body also made him feel the temptation of a dream. Sherlock pressed his hips and pressed his body close to his own. The two rolled over on the bed, entangled with the sheets, John Watson still He buried his head between his carotid arteries and refused to let go, like a gluttonous cub who couldn't drink enough delicious milk.

Sherlock used his own method to analyze his father's intention to lure John Watson to complete the third stage. William probably didn't simply want John Watson to become a blood kind in the true sense, he wanted John Watson to realize that The beautiful moment when the blood spurted from the human body into the throat made him unable to extricate himself from then on. He completely accepted his fate for the bloodthirsty nature of the blood race, which affected Sherlock, and then Sherlock would also accompany John Watson to be bloodthirsty willingly, and then gave up Take revenge and turn into a cursed creature in the dark.

Sherlock will not let him succeed. He is no longer the little devil who needs to follow his father to seek protection. He is a king. No one can defeat him, let alone shake his dream.

John Watson let go of him after a long, long time, raised his head and took a breath, his lips were stained with blood, Sherlock wiped the blood on his lips with his white fingertips, and said softly, "It's better Is there more?"

John Watson whimpered and didn't answer. Sherlock looked at his eyeballs still covered with a bright red that couldn't fade away, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He stroked John Watson's back, and the two lay on the bed, looking at the looming moonlight outside the window, Sherlock said, "After humans become blood races, there will be more elements in their bones, and these elements will make your bones stronger. Stronger, more flexible, able to resist the fierce attack of the enemy, even if it is broken, it will recover quickly, the oxygen content in your blood and muscle tissue will increase, John, have you noticed that although my blood is the same as that of a human It’s thick, but it can’t make you full. That’s because my blood lacks certain factors. Now, your blood composition has also changed, and it becomes the same as the blood. My medicinal wine contains human blood and animal blood. , metal, laudanum, and herbs, but obviously these can only suppress hunger and thirst, not the feeling of hunger. I want to improve this alchemy formula. I have been improving it, but it has not been possible. At present, I I still don't know what kind of chemical substance to use to make the medicinal wine the same as human blood, so that you and I can feel full."

John Watson listened quietly, his voice was hoarse due to the excessive moisture in the blood, "Maybe there are preservatives in the medicinal wine, and preservatives make blood tasteless."

"Preservatives are one of the reasons for destroying the taste of human blood. I'm afraid there are more reasons. The tasteless blood is because it has been boiled. Human blood can only be effective if it is drunk raw."

During the conversation, John Watson choked up, and Sherlock noticed that his expression was very strange. John Watson bent over his chest and said, "I can't hide it from you, Sherlock, you asked me last night why I sucked blood. Let me tell you, I want to become stronger. Before completing the third stage, my willpower can't resist my blood desire at all, but since I drank the first living person, it's different. Struggling out, you don’t know what I met when I woke up, William came to my room with his blood servant to seduce me to suck blood, he forced me to drink human blood! He seduced me! Just like the night before, he Deliberately seducing me! He knows that I hate blood-sucking, but he wants me to do it! I don't understand why he wants to do this! I don't understand!"

John Watson turned firm, "This time I got rid of his temptation, I believe I can do better next time, please believe me, I can do it, you envy me, but what I envy is It's you, you are omnipotent, and I'm always holding you back, from now on I can protect you too, it's stupid to blame others, since I've become a blood race, and I'm one of you, then I should Play to my strengths instead of blaming you and blaming you."

John Watson looked up at him, "By the way, Sherlock Holmes, don't insult me ​​again."

Sherlock's eyes widened, "I insulted you?"

John Watson whispered, looking a little shy, "God knows how much I love you, don't talk about being separated from you, just forgetting you makes me feel painful, how can you make me happy because of that little misunderstanding between William and me?" Jealous all the time? How could I fall in love with someone else, just because the other person looks like you, it's too ridiculous. How can you get angry with me because of this and throw me out of the room like that. "

"Hmph, he indulged you in sucking blood and made you have a very happy life."

"I don't feel happy about it at all! That connivance is not a good thing, I don't like blood sucking! The moment of sucking blood makes me happy, but it is followed by endless guilt. I annihilate, crush me, make me more uncomfortable than before sucking blood, this, only you understand me, and only you can understand, you have also experienced it, don't you feel the same? No matter what he said you Selfishness, in order to become a human or something, you create medicinal wine. You don’t need to explain it to me. From the first day I knew you, I knew that you didn’t want to hurt human beings. Even if I later found out that you were a vampire, I It was a bit of a shock, but I quickly forgave you for who you are, there is no evil in you, and there is none, you switched me or it was a mistake, no, I have to say this is your biggest mistake, you should let If I die, you would have killed Moriarty a long time ago. But you have delayed the opportunity for revenge in order to save me."

Sherlock lowered his head apologetically, and kissed John Watson on the forehead. John Watson lay on his chest, held his hand, and said, "Sherlock, the mistake has been made. I'm not dead. I still have to die." If I live on, in the countless days to come, not only William, but other vampires will surely lure me to suck my blood. When I think of this, I get a headache. You vampires just like to play tricks on people. A small animal that deserves to be played with." John Watson suddenly exhaled two groups of angry breaths from his nostrils, "If it wasn't for the fact that he is your father, I would have beaten him up long ago. At first I thought he was very considerate, but in fact, he is so bad, I want to ask, how old is he?"

Sherlock blinked at the question, "I don't know."

"You don't know how old your father is?"

Sherlock said, "I'm not interested in him as an old man. I didn't ask him how old he was. Before I was born, he often moved, because he was timid. Whenever someone suspected his nocturnal habits, he would go to bed." Immediately withdraw, Mycroft spent a very unstable childhood when he was a child, so he will be so eager to pursue a peaceful place when he is an adult."

The night was long, and they were bored in the room. Sherlock proposed to take John Watson out for a walk. John Watson agreed. It was much better than sitting in the room thinking about the blood and then resisting the blood. He needed Something to divert attention from.

Shetland is a main island surrounded by many scattered small islands. To go to the surrounding small islands, you need to take a paddle boat. The two of them found a boat at the pier and sat in a simple cabin. This is a typical The small fishing boat didn't even have a sunshade, and the outlines of the two were sprinkled with cold moonlight, looking like two pale ghosts from a distance.

Sherlock moved patiently to those lonely islands.

Some islands are very large, with stretching mountains and scattered residential houses at the foot of the mountains. Until midnight, Sherlock and John Watson were still floating on the sea. The hypnotized boatman obeyed Sherlock’s instructions to drive the boat obediently, and so far found nothing. There are too many islands. Some islands are incredibly small. There are even small temporary tents on them for fishermen to go fishing. In addition, there are countless caves on each island. The blood race is used to inhabiting dark places. race, so caves cannot be omitted from the search range.

John Watson felt that it was not easy to find the elder, and it might take a long time, a month or two. Sherlock also told him that vampires are creatures that are very good at avoiding the world.

Just like Sherlock's father William, he disappeared for nearly 200 years.

When Sherlock and John Watson were wandering between the islands, they heard a horrible legend from the local residents. The legend had nothing to do with vampires. He and Sherlock left a small island in a boat for the next one. When they were on the small island, the boatman who was rowing the oars passed by another fishing boat returning from fishing at night. The fishing boat gradually moved away from them, but the hearing of both of them was so keen that they could even capture the heartbeat of a human being. Sherlock He and John Watson listened to the fishermen smoking their pipes and talking by the fishing nets that there were wild wolves on the island.

Sherlock didn't take this rumor to heart, and forgot it when he heard it. Then when he and John Watson arrived at a strange island, as soon as they landed, they heard someone describe a monster in the night, John Watson Hiding behind the tree with Sherlock, listening to the residents who gathered around the fire to grill fish and drink wine, they kept saying that so and so saw a wolf again on the other side of the mountain, and the wolf looked very scary. Some people laughed out loud because of this, and retorted, can a wolf that looks like a human still be considered a wild wolf?This is a hairy monster, or Bigfoot. Some people say it’s just a savage in the mountains, while others say it’s a werewolf. When the werewolf is mentioned, the residents are silent, as if they are scared by these two words. It was like a taboo in their mouths, like the name taboo of the devil, no one dared to shout loudly, for fear that the devil would hear it in the night, and then really call the werewolf.

They didn't realize that behind the treetops in the close distance, under the shadow, there was a pair of bloodthirsty nocturnal creatures hidden. A pair of misty eyes reflected the light of the silver moon, and the other pair, dazzling scarlet, was extremely terrifying.

This topic has almost become a hot topic on Shetland and its affiliated islands. Sherlock and John Watson are not surprised. In fact, before they came to the island, someone on the ship told them that the island is very interesting. It's strange, don't approach it if you have nothing to do, because the place is too remote, there is no government agency stationed there to administer it, and there are monsters on it.

scary monster.

However, no one could describe exactly what the monster looked like. Some said it looked like a wolf, others said it looked like a strange beast crawling up from hell, and some said it was a green-covered magic dog.No matter which legend, John Watson felt helpless, he is also a legendary creature now!If any ordinary person sees his scarlet eyes that are hard to fade away, he will definitely be scared to death.

In the hotel, there was no discussion about this strange talk. William seemed to dislike the topic of werewolves very much. He forbade all the waiters and servants to talk about this topic, no matter in private or in the chat room. Tell everyone to shut up.

Day by day, Sherlock and John Watson have been on the island for ten days. In addition to constantly receiving these weird legends that are getting stronger and stronger, the two of them are also busy searching for Moriarty. On a night suitable for going out to sea, Sherlock buried himself in his notes, revising the formula of alchemy, and he tried his best to use his medicinal wine to save John Watson's hunger and thirst and eliminate his hunger.

John Watson resisted sucking blood, but he still wanted to bite when he woke up. He couldn't control it. Sometimes Sherlock would lie beside him and quietly let him bite his carotid artery to suck blood for a while. It is the dedication that a blood servant should make to his master, but it is different when it comes to Sherlock, because Sherlock is neither his master, nor is he Sherlock's servant.John Watson has the right to choose independently, he can leave Sherlock if he wants to.

They used to have different identities, but now they have finally come to the same destination by different routes. They have become the same kind of people, and they feel the same kind of torture of hunger and thirst.

It has been a long time since John Watson's soulful and charming royal blue eyes have been seen. For ten days, his eyes have been in a state of scarlet fever. He also became grumpy, grinding his teeth at every turn. Sometimes, Sherlock would be woken up by the creaking sound between the bedposts. When he turned his head, he found that John Watson woke up earlier than him. He should have woken up from thirst. He was biting the wooden pillar hanging the curtain at the head of the bed and grinding his teeth unbearably itchy.Sherlock had to hold him away from the bedpost, and John Watson would struggle with his limbs, frantically looking for a place to bite on Sherlock, Sherlock would never throw him away, but opened the buttons Let him bite as much as he wants, and after losing control, John Watson will gradually regain his sanity under the nourishment of his blood, but the unspeakable hunger still haunts him.

William would come to seduce John Watson from time to time, but they would sneak in when Sherlock was not there, like a hospitable old father, bringing out the best biscuits in the house to entertain his son's new girlfriend Similarly, John Watson was very angry at first, but later he realized that William did not want to instigate him to kill people. First, William wanted him to willingly accept the nature of the blood race. Tormented by hunger and thirst.

For William's behavior shared by his servant, John Watson not only didn't appreciate it, but also went berserk until Sherlock found him from the sea and hugged him tightly to calm him down.Sherlock's reassurance usually does the trick.

As long as Sherlock is free, he will take John Watson with him, so as not to be tempted by William's proposal. You know, John Watson is extremely firm when he is awake, but when he is hungry, he will bite Sherlock's carotid artery will not loosen for half a day, like a greedy little beast.

They went to the attached island to search, and in their spare time, they walked along the seashore. Sometimes the weather was so bad that the climate on the island was always rainy. Once there was a storm with thunder and lightning, they had to stay in the hotel and not go anywhere.

One month later, on a rainy night, John Watson curled up quietly on the bed, thinking that he would not starve to death after not eating for so long, but he was very hungry, dizzy, and his limbs were a little weak , all caused by hunger and thirst.

The thunder stopped, and John Watson suddenly heard strange movements near the hotel. He got up from the bed, and Sherlock also opened his eyes beside him. They had just had a fierce copulation and lingering. He planned to take a rest for a while, but it was such an unusual stormy night, John Watson heard a strange voice that made his heart shudder. /Naked body, when the lightning passed by the window, his white body revealed a layer of incredible light, the beauty made Sherlock suffocate.

John Watson wanted to go out to find out, but Sherlock stopped him, "Don't make a fuss, John. There are no hunters here."

John Watson fell into his arms and lay there idly. He ran his fingers over every inch of flawless muscles on Sherlock's body. The proportions of those muscles were very well proportioned. Although John Watson became more handsome than before, his His figure is still not as tall and slender as Sherlock, to be honest, he is too fleshy.

After a while, the voice appeared again, and it seemed to be in the courtyard outside.

John Watson couldn't hold back his curiosity. He put on a nightgown and tied it with a belt. The red hickey branded by Sherlock on his neck was fading at a strange speed. He got out of bed and stood barefoot. Beside the window, I opened the thick black velvet curtain with my fingers, and looked out. There was a very round moon in the sky, which was extremely huge, but it was shrouded in thick clouds, so I couldn't see the true appearance of the moon.

In the rain, the whole island was terribly dark. John Watson used his night vision ability to penetrate into the distance. Outside the lawn was the coast. There was nothing there. The cliffs on the shore were hidden in the night, and only some trees could be seen clearly. They were tilted to the same side by the wind, as if they were about to be uprooted and swept into the air at any moment. John Watson looked at it for a while, but found nothing unusual. He was about to let go of the curtains and go back to the bed. Returning to Sherlock's embrace, John Watson's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly he opened the curtain again, opened his eyes wide, and couldn't believe what he saw was real.

A huge shadow suddenly swept across the coast, much like a giant. John Watson suspected that he was wrong. Still able to see that black figure clearly, that huge black figure is striding over the edge of the cliff with indescribable slowness, its back is arched, its hands are spread out in front of its body, and its legs are showing Curved at a weird angle, John Watson thought, those were like the upright legs of a rabbit, no, he thought again, the rabbit's legs were not so strong and terrible, those were like the upright legs of a wild wolf, bent, long Covered with black hair, in front of his eyes, striding across the coastline.

John Watson quickly waved to Sherlock, "Damn... oh my god, what did I see."

"Did you see the fireflies in the wind or the little seagulls returning home?" Sherlock said casually. Ever since he had night vision ability, John Watson would always be very excited to describe to Sherlock what he could see in the past. Missing details.

"I'm not joking, come here!"

Sherlock noticed something wrong in his tone, he immediately jumped out of bed, walked behind John Watson naked/naked, and looked out.

The small island in the rain is particularly beautiful, the lingering thin mist is stained with a layer of blue halo, the full moon in the clouds is bright orange, this kind of orange moon usually appears on the eve of the rainstorm or on the day of the rainstorm Appeared, and the entire sphere seemed to be burning.

As far as the eye can see, there is no one on the cliff where the waves are surging, the waves are rolled up by the strong wind, passing by the swaying black branches of the trees, the leaves fall off and drift away in the wind, Sherlock saw a huge wolf walking on two feet, that The wolf raised its head, as if howling in the storm, but the sea water covered its howling. The wolf looked irrational, its eyes were extremely cruel, its claws were as sharp as steel, its legs were curled up and covered with hard hair. The beast passed the coast and jumped into the bottom of the cliff, and the figure disappeared immediately.

Sherlock felt nervous, he turned his face away silently, and sat stiffly in the bed. He recalled the scene he saw just now, the figure was erect like a human, with a wolf head, and his whole body was standing upright Even in the rain, the hard black hairs still stand upright all around. The body is huge, very huge, with arched back, it seems to be more than 3 meters high, and it will be even taller when it stands upright.

"My God, I've never seen anything like that, what is that?"

"Werewolf." Sherlock couldn't restrain the fear in his heart. His eyes showed a kind of sternness when he met his old enemy. The sternness was not the contempt and coldness when he confronted the elder. Although he was far from the elder in strength, he was never afraid. However, at this moment, he was truly showing fear.

The author has something to say:

Hey!The author didn’t chatter yesterday. I forgot. I had a lot to say, but I published it too soon.

Said that I also feel that Xiaohua sucks blood is very painful, but I will let him slowly fall in love with blood sucking

They have already decided to let him be a vampire and then Xiao Xiaxian's helper for the rest of his life, so it's impossible to continue this awkward situation

Let me reverse it, how to make Xiaohua like to suck blood, first, add some sugar to the blood, then add some cream

Pour over a layer of chocolate sauce, and then mix with 70% Scotch whiskey, enjoy it happily. . . . (I'm talking nonsense)

Your concerns about my sister's children's shoes are misplaced. Shouldn't you be concerned about Mai Lei's extras? . . .