Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Sherlock's terrified expression made John Watson feel uncertain, "There can be no werewolves in this world, this is a legend."

"Hmph, the vampires are also legends, and the zombies are also legends, but let me tell you, the vampires are real, and so are the zombies, especially werewolves. Your church has recognized the existence of this species in the last century. You need to be more confident, the werewolf is the old enemy in our destiny," Sherlock looked at him, his facial features were tense, and there was no trace of an elegant smile, "Believe me, John, those things, they like it more than humans Find the blood clan to start."

John Watson stood in front of him, at a loss, "You mean, what you just saw was your enemy again."

"Yes, one of my enemies, no, it is the common enemy of our blood race. There is a reason why werewolves hate us so much. We have a deep grudge against werewolves, and our hatred for each other has a long history. Our ancestors Nosferatu..." When Sherlock said this, he sighed, "I really envy your idle head, you must not remember this name, in my notebook that you said to be a book, you humans I always like to call Nosferatu Count Dracula."

John Watson pouted and gave him a blank look, "I don't remember. Hmph."

Sherlock was teased by him to show a faint smile, and his mood relaxed a little. He continued, "Count Dracula has imprisoned and enslaved them for thousands of years, just like humans enslaved slaves. Die, live in humiliation, until Nosfe... I mean, it was not until Dracula's death that they, a race that endured humiliation, were liberated, so now they will kill red eyes when they see blood, and they are eager to bathe in our blood, They like to eat fresh human flesh, but the flesh of the vampires is not bad for them, and it will be more enjoyable. In my opinion, they are more terrifying monsters than vampires. When they transform into wolves, they listen to They don't enter anyone's language, and they also lose their language ability. They are completely real beasts. They are very powerful, brutal, unreasonable, and attack extremely fast. They have the same sensitive sense of smell as us, and they are dangerous killers. , they can be called competent butchers, werewolves will only transform on the night of the full moon, and return to human beings in the daytime the next day."

John Watson sat down in the back chair dejectedly, "I'm a fucking vampire now! So, I'm also a thorn in the side of the werewolf? I provoked it! Will it smell us? Come to the door?"

Sherlock smiled, "I don't think so. Our body odor is not much different from that of humans. After all, we are different from zombies. Zombies have a rancid smell. Fortunately, we don't have this characteristic. As long as we don't run into it, it's fine, but I feel strange, I haven't encountered a werewolf for a long time, the last time I met it was when I was in Paris, I didn't fight it head-on, I was still in a hurry I have something to do to go to medical school, so I dodged. I have never fought a werewolf." Sherlock suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "I will go to my father to ask about it. He lives on this island. After so long, I must know that there is a werewolf here."

John Watson nodded in agreement, Sherlock lit a candle, changed into a shirt and trousers, then turned his head in front of the full-length mirror, "You should also change, I won't allow you to meet him dressed like this."

John Watson looked at the nightgown on his body, "What do I look like? I used to wear a nightgown at night."

Sherlock snorted, "If I say no, I won't. I'm the only one who can see you in your nightgown, and it's been like this ever since. Even if you insist on walking around in such a lazy dress, at least wear something more underneath. "

As Sherlock said, he walked up to him and stretched out his hand to tear off his nightgown. John Watson was not wearing anything underneath. Under his gaze, John Watson quickly changed into a set of visible clothes.

Sherlock led him along the dark corridor. This hotel has two floors, divided into left and right sides. The second floor on the left is the master room, the first floor is where the waiters live, and the guests on the right are Sherlock. There are not many guest rooms, and there are only a pair of new tenants, Sherlock and John Watson, for the time being.

Sherlock led him up to the second floor and found William's room. Sherlock raised his hand and knocked on the door. It stands to reason that late night is a precious time for the blood race. The night is so wonderful that no blood race will sleep before dawn. This is simply a waste of a pitiful night time. Sherlock and John Watson just lay in bed early because they were bored, and there are many things to do in bed with John Watson, and they can continue until dawn.

All in all, no Kindred would go to bed so early.

No one responded, Sherlock knocked on the door again, but still got no answer, he opened the door, it was dark inside, the window was open, and the rainwater came in and wet the bed blanket.

Sherlock looked around the room in night vision, he found nothing, he wondered, where did his father go?Then he and John Watson searched the entire hotel, which consisted of only two floors, plus a kitchen and a dining room, but Sherlock did not find his father.

"Where would he go in such a heavy rain?" Sherlock pondered while standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sea.

John Watson said beside him, "Maybe at his servant's place." John Watson pointed through the window to the distant houses in the rain. The lights of those houses had been extinguished, and the innocent residents were sleeping in the night. He has many servants, I can't say how many, I think there are more than a dozen. I am afraid that he has spent the night in the arms of those servants, like a vagabond, hang out in this servant's room tonight, and tomorrow night in that servant's room Sleep. It's not uncommon for a vampire to have a night out, is it?"

Sherlock snorted at his father's debauchery. "My mother is probably only one of his servants."

"Have you seen what your mother looks like?"

"Never, not even a portrait."

"I think the person who can charm your father must be very beautiful, because your father is as attractive as you."

Sherlock said jealously, "I have to be a level better than him, I'm not that hardworking, I only have one you from the beginning to the end."

John Watson smiled and said, "Except for this difference, you are as timid as him. You saw the werewolf just now, and you were so frightened to death, right, you probably won't be able to sleep until dawn."

Sherlock hugged him suddenly by the window, like a surprise attack, "I'll keep you awake until dawn."

John Watson was held in his arms like a child, with his legs spread out on his waist, Sherlock led him around the living room, and played all the way to the corridor, Sherlock leaned back against the wall , John Watson kissed him in the rainy moonlight.

Suddenly another flash of lightning flashed outside the window, followed by a shrill thunder that shook the entire island, and John Watson was startled by it.

Sherlock immediately found an opportunity to fight back, "You are nothing, cowardly John Watson, it's just lightning." He smiled and turned around in a circle.

John Watson glared at him and said, "Stay!"

"what happened?"

"I said don't move!" John Watson pointed two fingers at his face and ordered him stubbornly.

Sherlock obeyed the order and obediently held his thigh and remained motionless.

"I haven't kissed enough yet..." John Watson lowered his head again, biting his lips tenderly. The kiss was full of tenderness and endless love.

After a long wet kiss, Sherlock carried him into the room on his shoulders.

On the second night of seeing the werewolf, Sherlock, John Watson and William sat in the dining room to eat.

"I can't fucking eat! You should have known that I can't eat at all!" John Watson began to lose his temper for no reason.

"Staying in the room all day won't help you." Sherlock calmly cut up steak and fish with a knife and fork.

"Ah! Damn it! I feel like throwing up when I see the food on this table!" John Watson slammed his fists on the table, the scarlet color in his eyes that hadn't dissipated for a long time was particularly eye-catching, "Apart from human blood, you Can't think of any other way to nourish my stomach? Can't you think of a way with such a smart brain? For so many days I can only drink water, drink water non-stop, I've been dizzy for a long time, like sick Do you know how uncomfortable I am!"

Sherlock was still calm, and he said solemnly, "Yes, I know."

John Watson looked at the plates of delicacies on the table with fire-breathing red eyes, and the sound of the waves outside made him feel bored. The bright moon cast a silver beam of light on the sea level, everything was peaceful and peaceful, but he was the only one One person is enduring heart-piercing hunger and thirst.

"Damn, damn, hell!" John Watson couldn't calm down at the table, and the frenzy of yearning for blood was burning in his stomach. The power of that feeling was very powerful, and John Watson was trying to resist, "The blood in these bones Can't help me!" John Watson stared at the plate suddenly, "The blood of these animals is useless! I sit in front of these plates like a fool! It's useless even if I eat it! It just makes me spit it out! I fed up!"

After a while, John Watson, with a rough voice, used his reason to dispel some of the hunger and thirst, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry for the rudeness just now. Sherlock, don't blame me." He sat up straight body, desperately drank water, trying to relieve the smoldering heat in his throat.

Sherlock didn't speak, if possible, he wanted to feed John Watson a little bit of human blood from the blood bag to make him feel better, but this would only irritate him, even if John Watson drank two mouthfuls of human blood without any resistance To moisten the throat, but in return will only be endless guilt.

William was smiling all the time, watching John Watson's pitiful struggle repeatedly in blood lust across the table with great interest.

In order to divert his attention from the blood, John Watson finally talked about werewolves because he couldn't help his curiosity. He talked about the werewolves he saw last night.

William immediately withdrew all his gentle smiles, and he pushed away the plate in front of him, as if he didn't want to answer.

"There are indeed werewolves on this island. It's not groundless. I saw it with my own eyes. Both Sherlock and I saw it. It is definitely not a phantom. It is a huge werewolf. It stands upright on its legs and stands higher than the ceiling. , on the other side of the coastline, on the night of the full moon last night, the werewolf was walking in the storm, I wonder if it came out to look for food..."

"Stop it." William stopped John Watson from going on. "I don't like to talk about it. There's no point in talking about werewolves, no point at all. Why don't you talk about your hunger and thirst, John? You must be thirsty, Your retinas are about to burn out."

John Watson fixed him with scarlet eyes, and said, "You cannot avoid the question. The werewolf is the old enemy of the vampire, and there is a monster on this island that could rush in at any moment to kill me, and you live here. It’s been a long time, who else can I ask if I don’t ask you? That werewolf, what do you know?”

"Don't worry, werewolves are long and werewolves are short! Let me tell you, that kind of beast has nothing to say!" William was rarely so angry. His lazy attitude was always smiling, but now he couldn't see the smile on his face. His attitude surprised both Sherlock and John Watson.

"Are you afraid?" John Watson was still advancing on the taboo topic.

"Take care of yourself. If you continue to be hungry and thirsty for such a long time, sooner or later one day you will be like a person with a high fever, and your reason will be completely burned. You will no longer be able to distinguish between right and wrong, black and white. Sherlock, you want to Are you going to let him go on like this? Look at his eyes, they are so red that they are unbelievably red, to put it bluntly, they are no different from wild animals." William left after leaving such a choking sentence.

The two of them were left to eat in silence at the table. In fact, only Sherlock was eating alone. Sherlock was unwilling to analyze the powerful elements in William's words. He has experienced it, so he is even more deeply touched.

A few days later, there was a hurricane on the pier, John Watson went crazy in the room, he tore all the wallpaper, threw the furniture on the wall and smashed it, he ruined the whole room, Sherlock took a lot of money It was very difficult to subdue him, because John Watson's strength burst out of hunger and thirst was unparalleled.

Just as Sherlock grabbed his hand, John Watson swept his claws across the air, Sherlock retreated, John Watson's burning eyes were full of incredible madness, and he said in a raving, "I can't Blood sucking, I can't..."

In pain, John Watson still insisted on using this opportunity to completely abandon blood. He was extremely hungry and suffering, sometimes ran wild in the room, and sometimes curled up in a corner trembling, like a human being who quit opium.

Sherlock locked him in the room and walked aimlessly outside. To be honest, he was so distressed that he couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted to press John Watson to infuse him with the delicious blood bag. Sherlock passed by In the corridor, a waitress was adjusting drinks at the bar. Sherlock stared at her slender neck for a long time. He could grab the waitress into the room to feed his John, or he could go up immediately and cut the neck open. The wrist of the waitress released a cup of blood from her body to melt into the cocktail, and coaxed John Watson to drink it. Sherlock was even willing to kill him as long as he could stop his crazy behavior.

Sherlock felt an unprecedented impulse, he couldn't just give up on himself like this!If even he allowed John Watson to live from the depraved blood-sucking, it would be hopeless if this continued!This is not his real purpose of converting John Watson at all!He originally wanted John Watson to be happier!I didn't expect it to be so self-defeating!Instead, it made his life worse than death!Sherlock walked into the hurricane with a depressed mood, looking at the wide sea level and thinking.

He sat alone on the edge of the cliff, full of melancholy, he felt helpless for the first time, what kind of blood master he was, he couldn't even save a mere John Watson.

John Watson was still suffering in the room, he was suffering under the untidy furniture, and he was experiencing a strange spasm in his fingers.

William suddenly opened the door with the spare key, and he called softly, "John... come here... I can relieve your pain."

The magnetic voice almost made him unable to resist. John Watson crawled across the floor on all fours. William bent down and picked him up like a rag doll. Looking at his pale face and scarlet eyes, "Poor child." William sighed in pity twice.

John Watson whimpered in front of his eyes, his teeth bit his lip, bleeding, and the wound continued to heal, until John Watson's lips were almost numb.

William stared at his face for a long time, his voice was like a kind elder guiding a lost lamb, "You can't walk anymore, can I hug you?"

John Watson couldn't tell whether he was nodding or shaking his head. In a daze, William picked him up and took him to the second floor.

There is his room.

As soon as the door was opened, the candlelight was weak, and there was a surprising scene inside. The naked/naked bodies of three men and two women were exposed on the bed. William hugged him and threw him into the pile of animals waiting to be eaten.

These are his blood servants, all willingly gathered towards John Watson, raised their wrists at him, and exposed their necks, John Watson could almost hear the sound of blood flowing under their flesh.

William stood at the door, watching with a smile, and he said, "It's all yours, it's all yours, enjoy it to your heart's content, sip their blood, and sip with appetite."

John Watson wanted to escape from the bed, William floated over in a daze, grabbed the hand of one of the boys, the sharp claws cut his wrist instantly, William held that delicious wrist on the tip of John Watson's nose, warm Hot blood dripped on the mattress.

John Watson turned his face away, evaded, and sobbed resistingly, "No..."

"Come on...John, this blood is alive, full of life, extremely sweet, like spring water." William seduced him in a low voice.

John Watson twisted his lips to the other side again. "I don't want to..." His voice was trembling, and his will began to waver.

William gave an order, and the two naked women held John Watson's arms, and John Watson swung into the air, his claws instantly cut the woman's cheek, and more blood drifted into the air , John Watson's breathing became tight, and he collapsed on the bed, curled up there with his body in his arms.

William squeezed in, sat beside him, held his head up, and brought the boy's wrist to his lips, "Just a sip, Sherlock won't notice."

"I don't care if he finds out or not! I do it for myself! I used to be human too!"

"But you are not now. Why do you torture yourself like this? Come on, just touch it with your lips. The color of this blood is so beautiful. You know how hot human blood is. It's so hot when you put it on your lips. Burn people." William pressed his wrist on his lips, and within two seconds, John Watson completely collapsed, he gulped blood, and the boy sucked by him fell into a confused hallucination Among them, the two pupils were empty.

John Watson was lying in William's arms. After a while, another animal came over. John Watson changed the object. He hugged a man's neck and stabbed his fangs into it, sucking endlessly. .

Ah, he hasn't eaten for a whole month, and the blood tastes damn good.

As soon as the plasma entered his stomach, it was warm, causing his body temperature to rise accordingly. He threw away the fainted living person, and then came the next one. He kept sipping and sucking blood, The taste of each animal is different, some people's blood is sweeter, some people's blood is thicker, John Watson prefers to stick his teeth into the carotid artery instead of sucking his wrist, where the most blood gushes out. And this angle is very beautiful, he smoked the third person, then the fourth person, and now the fifth person.

He was almost obsessed with the frenzied pleasure of blood-sucking, and the passion/desire of the blood race would be completely stimulated in the blood. John Watson closed his eyes, and felt that someone had ripped the zipper on his trousers while sucking blood, and put him John Watson was taken aback when his erection was held in the cold palm. He opened his eyes, and the scarlet color of those two royal blue innocent pupils finally dissipated, becoming like an ocean, with water waves flowing in the depths.

William pushed all the servants away, John Watson's fangs left the neck of the last one, William suddenly lowered his head, licked his blood-soaked upper lip, slipped his tongue in, and tasted the blood from John Watson's mouth His tongue was firmly controlled by William, and William scraped his rough tongue coating over his palate, feeling his trembling.

After being nourished by the blood, the tip of John Watson's tongue was extraordinarily soft, with a strong fishy-sweet taste.

In a haze, John Watson felt that he was Sherlock Holmes, he raised a hand, and hugged William tightly in the illusory feeling of satiation.

The servants picked up the clothes on the ground and went out obediently without making a loud noise. They closed the door, leaving the two blood races full of passion/desire in the blood donation alone in a room.

William gently tore off the shirt on his body, kissed his earlobe, John Watson moaned/groaned, "Sherlock..."

"I'm not Sherlock, see clearly." William squeezed his chin, and with the other hand ripped open his trousers, John Watson blinked his big blue eyes, and then regained his clear vision, and he sanity.

He looked stupidly at William Holmes lying on top of him. This man was very similar to Sherlock, but his eyes and his body were still different from Sherlock.

William looked at him fascinated, seemed to like John Watson very much, he ran his fingers obsessively over his shiny blond hair, and slid his fingertips across his pale cheeks.

"You are a beautiful vampire, you may not be very good as a human being, but once you become like this... there are diamonds in your eyes, with innocence, I have never seen such innocence The blood in the eyes, I swear I have never seen it in my life, you are like a person who has never experienced misfortune, I also want to taste your blood, although the blood of the blood does not have the effect of filling the stomach, it is also delicious, Can stimulate my desire, would you like to give me a taste?"

John Watson struggled beneath him.

William's pupils began to spin in front of his eyes. Unfortunately, this was a hypnotic force, and John Watson was immediately trapped in this vision and couldn't move.

"Sherlock can find another lover, he won't mind, he is so charming, he can have as many lovers as he wants, anyone is willing to go with him, die for him, you will not be the only one who is infatuated with him, believe me Me. You're not the only one for him."

"I'm not the only one?" John Watson weakly repeated this sentence, just like he was weakly repeating Miss Irene Adler's sentence on the train.

William looked at him with a pleasant smile. The sharp claws passed his body. John Watson shuddered slightly from this strange touch. He had never been touched so intimately by anyone other than Sherlock. His first The second time belonged to Sherlock. After losing his memory, he had never been so close to anyone.

William lifted his lower body, making him close to his own firmness. John Watson felt the firm outline grinding against him around his lower abdomen through the fabric of the trousers. William raised his right hand and pressed John Watson's neck exposed the line of his neck. William looked at his carotid artery and licked his lips. The fangs grew out quickly at this moment, and John Watson grabbed the sheet tightly.

"do not want!"

After a furious roar, the room seemed to shake, and William flew to the wall. When he fell, he knelt on one knee on the floor, unable to get up for a while.

John Watson got rid of his hypnotic powers, just like when he got rid of Mycroft's hypnosis, the expression on his face was very angry, "How can you do this to Sherlock? He knows how sad it will be in the future. You are trying to provoke my relationship with him, I know, you don't really like me, you just want Sherlock to be discouraged, depressed, and then give up seeking revenge forever."

After John Watson finished speaking, he jumped out of the window, like a bat leaping into the night sky.

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