Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

The sun shines through the stained glass of the church, the light is particularly beautiful, the lingering dust is stained with a layer of orange-red halo, and the slits of the simple flower-carved windows see through the blazing red. Outside, the whole land seems to be All burning.

John Watson hid in the narrow confessional room. Sunlight came in through the cracks in the planks and fell on his fingers, sizzling and smoking. John Watson retracted his fingers to avoid the scalding sunlight. The church was empty. Alone, the seat under the altar was peaceful.

John Watson was leaning against the wooden plank in the dark room with his face sideways, drowsy and peaceful, as if he was about to die.

His eyes were so blue, tempered with the brilliance of diamonds, the blue gradually deepened, and the end of the pupils glowed with a mysterious black light. After drinking blood, he would always become more beautiful, more charming, and more charming than before.His fingernails retracted to a length acceptable to normal people, and human blood remained inside. The dried blood turned brown between his fingers, and finally turned dark black.

John Watson stared at the red light in the cracks of the planks, which could wipe him out within 40 minutes. He just stayed quietly in this undisturbed corner, doing nothing and saying nothing.

He had cut a muscle when he destroyed that hotel room, but when he took a closer look at his hands, there was no damage, and John Watson suddenly let out a choked grunt.Guilt swept over him, and he felt that no one could forgive him, not even Sherlock had the right to forgive his sins.

That prostitute was indeed killed by him, and died at his hands. If only he hadn't been so blindly confident in his medical skills, he would have justly refused to treat that miserable woman, and let her still recover with her sick body. If she lives for another ten days and a half months, maybe she can find another doctor with superb medical skills in that short ten days and a half months, so she won't die that night , I didn't even have time to leave half a last word.She must be full of joy, full of confidence in John Watson, thinking that she will wake up in the hospital bed the next day and start her new future, she can find a good family and be good, and raise a child.

All of this fell into the hands of John Watson. He is a murderer. He killed people from the very beginning. Yes, just like those small newspapers said, he disregarded the consequences and disregarded human lives, but he refused to admit it in his heart. .

John Watson let out another irrational animal-like groan. It took him a long time to realize that it was the sun that made him so uncomfortable. Although the scorching sun did not directly burn him, the intense The harsh light, coming in through the carved holes, made him ache all over, the ultraviolet light, John Watson thought, maybe there was something else that made his day so difficult.

But he doesn't care anymore.

The clothes on him were torn to pieces by William. John Watson didn't know how to explain to Sherlock. He couldn't face Sherlock. Sherlock must have been very worried when he was betrayed by the blood on the train. His lover was caught in the room by his father to play like that, which is undoubtedly another kind of heart-wrenching betrayal for Sherlock.

He must have trusted his father very much. Although he didn't say it, he could feel it from his expression. Sherlock was so happy to meet his father again. He was willing to bow his head and let his father caress him with his palm. He must adore his father, but his father did such a despicable act. John Watson firmly denied William's intentions. He believed that William would never fall in love with him, a blood race transformed from a human, easily.

William has tamed so many servants, and there are countless types who are cuter and more beautiful than John Watson. It is impossible for him to be so attracted to John Watson instead of snatching him with Sherlock.

William must be trying to frustrate his son, it must be like this, John Watson repeatedly thought, William will first make John Watson fall, and then Sherlock will also fall with him, no matter how much William praises him, It's a kind of hypnotic method, just like he praised those servants, it's just his rhetoric, it's all lies.

John Watson opened his eyes in the strong light, and there was a sharp pain in his pupils, and he couldn't help but let out another thin whimper.

The blood filled his stomach, making him feel comfortable and happy all over, but his heart was full of guilt, he was almost out of breath under the weight of guilt.

John Watson closed his eyes, his stomach was constantly wriggling, absorbing and digesting the delicious blood, he thought that the blood was quelling his hunger and thirst, converting it into energy, making him youthful forever, John Watson pressed against Hard plank with nothing in mind.

And the taste.

There was a terrible fishy smell in his mouth.

John Watson thought to himself, what would happen if he stayed here until dark, no, he remembered, he couldn’t stay until dark, after a while, the residents of the island would come to the church to pray, The priest will find him lying here, take him for a fainting patient, and carry him out into the sun to be fed with water, and John Watson will burn, in the astonishment of the men, into ashes, caught in the wind. middle.

But he couldn't go back, the sun outside was very fierce.

"I'm going to die before it gets dark." He spoke softly, even he couldn't hear clearly, "Sherlock..." he called out weakly.

At this moment, the wooden door of the confession room suddenly opened, and John Watson shrank in the corner. Sherlock risked his life to find this place from the sun. He came in time and miraculously appeared in front of John Watson.

John Watson cried and rushed over to hug him. The burn on Sherlock's cheek healed very slowly in the shadows. Without the nourishment of human blood, his injuries always healed very slowly. Sherlock had to bear it on weekdays The pain is unimaginable for other bloodthirsty blood races.

John Watson rested quietly in his arms—for a moment, "I... became paler... the color of my eyes... became darker...I know you can feel it... it's the blood that makes me There has been such a change…”

"I know, I know, I know everything when I see my father's expression, why don't you call me, if you call loudly, I can hear it outside."

"I... don't want to scream at all, that blood... is so beautiful... ah... that thirst-quenching blood... ah... I can't stop... Sherlock, I am now a member of the blood clan."

Sherlock stroked his hair wordlessly, and after a long silence, Sherlock said firmly, "I promise you, after killing Moriarty, you and I will go watch the sunrise together, hold hands, stand In that scorching sun, the pain won't last long, and then we can turn to ashes and disappear in the wind, you and I will always be together in the wind, we can float across the sea, and we can float across the land, you and I will be together forever, forever and ever, and will never be separated again." His voice was soft, but very firm, without any hesitation.

Unexpectedly, John Watson didn't make any rebuttals this time, "Ah, anyway, my life is a harmful thing. I love life, but it's time for me to atone, for the woman on the operating table."

Sherlock whispered, "You didn't cause that woman's death, John, and you can't take that on your shoulders."

"Don't comfort me, if I don't use the knife on her, she can live a few more days."

Sherlock branded the top of his head with a signature kiss, "It's not like that," he said, "Think, you let her die with a smile on her face, what would happen to her if you left her alone, she would feel abandoned Ordinary despair, even if you can live for 10 more days, there will be endless grief in those 10 days. You gave her the hope of life, but you can't fight the god of death. People, but at the moment of damnation, no one can resist. What's more, with your mortal strength, John..."

Sherlock actually choked up, "Life is quicksand, no one can grasp it, I have lived enough in this life, and everything is enough to meet you, how come you appear in my life, this is really amazing, it is simply The most wonderful thing in the world is as if someone arranged for you to appear somewhere, as if someone created you, and created you just for me, as if my existence is just to wait for your appearance, until you appear, I I will never find the value of my existence and the ultimate meaning of life.”

(Thank Sir Conan Doyle for creating John Watson for Sherlock Holmes, otherwise he will be lonely all his life and become a tragic genius. I hope he can exist with John Watson forever in 221B, staying together in a mysterious corner of London , live in our hearts till the end of the world.)

They hugged each other quietly in the confession room for a long time, Sherlock said with a smile, "Hey, John, I'm sleepy too, if I don't leave, I'm going to sleep here too, I really don't like being carried on a stretcher It's not romantic at all to go out in the sun, so let's take refuge in the church cellar for a while."

John Watson agreed, even if they could cross the scorching sun, he didn't want to go back to that hotel full of temptations and traps at this moment.

Sherlock picked him up, and when they passed the cross in the church, both of them looked up at the same time, "Existence must be meaningful." Sherlock said, "Since God created human beings, he also created blood races, then the existence of blood races, Not necessarily redundant."

John Watson leaned on his chest and didn't answer, but he acquiesced in Sherlock's explanation in his heart.

The involuntary vampires, the involuntary human beings, only look forward to a future where the bright and the dark are peacefully compatible.

At night, the bright moon shines on the earth, and John Watson wakes up in the dark and damp cellar. This dark environment makes him feel at ease and comfortable. Of course, this comfort does not include his stomach, the fresh human blood he sipped last night He has already digested it completely. Compared with the average vampire, he has a bigger appetite. Before Sherlock abstinence, he would only want to drink blood once every two to three days, but John Watson feels hungry every night. .

Helpless, when he was a human, his astonishing appetite was already enough to scare the conductor on a certain train to the point of bewilderment.

What a terrible appetite, that was the first comment Sherlock made to him.He can eat very well, whether as a human or as a vampire, this kind of gluttonous new vampire made Sherlock's head hurt.

John Watson opened his slightly fluttering scarlet eyes pitifully, and touched his palm. Sherlock held him and said softly, "How about taking a sip of blood bag tonight?"

After a month of suffering from hunger, John Watson could no longer resist. After he nodded, Sherlock immediately took out the prepared blood bag from his pocket and poured it into his small mouth. John Watson raised his neck, The agreed sip suddenly turned into a whole blood bag.John Watson smiled embarrassedly, "After all, I still drank too much."

Sherlock also laughed, and immediately took out the medicinal wine to suppress blood desire, and poured it between John Watson's lips. Just as John Watson's lips left the hard glass bottle, they touched soft lips Sherlock kissed him tenderly in the dark space, Sherlock's proud tongue penetrated deeply into his jaw, wrapped around the root of his tongue, and hooked him lovingly, as if there was something to say His pampering was entangled in it, and John Watson felt that this kiss was extremely beautiful and had the power to soothe people's hearts.

As they were walking back to the hotel, Sherlock said, "My father and I have a fight, who do you think will win?"

Sherlock said this, which surprised John Watson, "My God, are you fighting with William?"

"Between blood clans, there are only two ways to make another person submit. One is fighting, and the other is hypnosis. I have used both."

"Is he injured?" John Watson recalled that during the daytime today, only burns were found on Sherlock's body, and there were no other obvious injuries.

"He was not seriously injured...I hypnotized him..." Sherlock said as if nothing had happened.

"And then?" John Watson asked him with a kind heart.

"I bound him with strong chains."

"My God, he's your father!"

Sherlock suddenly became angry, "I tell you, John Watson, no matter who the other party is, whoever dares to rob you from me, I will not let him off easily! You are mine! He wants to find a pet to play with, Look elsewhere! I can’t get your idea! You are mine!” Sherlock reiterated again and again, “John, after all, where did you go with him? What you experienced in that room, I know a thing or two, you are tempted to be bloodthirsty, and you are also taken advantage of by him, but I don't know enough about the specific details."

John Watson didn't want to answer. If he told him honestly that for a moment, when he was indulging in the satiated orgasmic hallucination, he mistakenly confused William with him, this time I'm afraid it would completely annoy Sherlock. John Watson said evasively, "It's not a big deal...it's just...his behavior is not polite, it's too much."

"Hmph, if you don't want to say it, forget it, if you say it, I may not be willing to listen to it!" Sherlock turned his face angrily, and looked at the sea level soaked by the radiance of the silver moon.

When they returned to the hotel, John Watson saw a diamond-shaped coffin nailed with nails on the table in the restaurant. He was shocked again, "My God!" He said in surprise, "Who died in the hotel?" gone?"

This coffin is too strange to be placed on the dining table!

Sherlock showed an inexplicable smile, "When you were a child, did you hear that vampires like to sleep in coffins? Obviously, this is not the case. Coffins are narrow and hard, and the air is thin. Coffins are the most hated thing for vampires to sleep in. Feathers The bed is relatively our favorite."

While he was speaking, there was a sound inside the coffin.

John Watson spread his hands, "My God, Sherlock, who the hell did you lock in?"

Sherlock sneered, "Didn't I just say that I tied that man up with a chain."

John Watson stared wide-eyed, "So you put your father in the coffin as a corpse? You nailed the damn nails! Is it possible that you are going to bury him alive later? A decent funeral? This is too much."

"Hmph, I'm going to bury him, are you distressed?" Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

"Oh." John Watson sighed, "You can't put your father in such a dark space, the coffin is so uncomfortable, you locked him up for a whole night, plus a day, the time is so long It's long enough."

"I plan to lock him up for 10 years. In fact," Sherlock held up a finger and put it in the air, "Strigoi can live without eating or drinking for a lifetime, but the feeling of being hungry is uncomfortable, yes Well, John, you have the best say on that."

"Will you be jealous if I intercede for him?"

"Hmph." Sherlock hummed like a child having a temper tantrum, and he didn't know how many times he hummed in one night.

"Very good." John Watson walked to the dining table and pulled out the iron nails on the coffin. The strength between his fingers was extraordinary. Peeling off the nails, he said, "I like to see you jealous." John Watson opened the coffin lid.

The poor bastard in the coffin instantly sat up straight like a spring, his mouth was stuffed with a cloth strip, his hands were interlaced and forced to be fixed on his chest, and his whole body was wrapped in heavy chains that were difficult to untie. glared at his son.

As soon as Sherlock saw his face, he walked away angrily. It seemed that he was going to go into the room to read his dense alchemy notes written like a bible.

John Watson tore away the chewed rags in his mouth, and William began to mutter indignantly, "It's not big or small, my son was born for nothing, he has no respect for his elders, he commits crimes above and below, there are no rules and no distinctions, I have taught him He has so many etiquettes for respecting the elderly, he has forgotten them all."

John Watson agreed, regardless of the past, "Yes, yes, he has no respect, but when it comes to no rules and no distance, you are better than him." John Watson ignored the chains on him and was about to return to the room Accompany Sherlock.

William called him, "John, I mean no harm."

John Watson looked back at him, his blue eyes showed crystal clear brilliance without a trace of resentment, and he said, "You do bad things with good intentions."

"But John, did it ever occur to you...even for a moment...that what I said in that room was the truth..."

"I don't want to hear it. In order for me to get along with you in the future, don't say those words anymore. It will hurt Sherlock's heart."

William was silent, and then he said, "Will you forgive me, then? I didn't mean to hurt you."

John Watson looked at him, "Sherlock and I are both vampires who are unwilling to be manipulated by blood desires, so give up those temptations."

"I seduced you not only to make you willingly surrender to blood desire, but to completely turn you into the same kind." William's expression revealed a trace of tenderness that John Watson had never seen before. "The main reason is because I really can't stand to see you tortured by hunger and thirst, that makes me unbearable..."

John Watson immediately interrupted his ambiguous words, "William, I am already Sherlock's man. I belong to him from the beginning, and I only have him in my heart. I will not say this a second time."

After John Watson finished speaking, his figure escaped into the darkness of the corridor, leaving William sitting quietly in the coffin. He slowly tried to break free from the chain, all he could think about was John Watson's emotive royal blue eyes.

Neither of them talked about that night anymore. Maybe William really fell in love with him, maybe it was John Watson's illusion. No matter what, John Watson couldn't be with anyone other than Sherlock. together.

Time flies, and another month has passed in the blink of an eye, and the atmosphere has become more and more unusual. What is mentioned here is not the unexplainable love between John Watson and William, but the illusion of the outside world.

The first change that bears the brunt is that there are fewer boats. Although there are not many boats coming and going on the pier of Shetland Island, these boats have gradually disappeared in recent days. Here, there will always be a faint roar from the distant sea, which is different from the thunder, and the roar is mixed with cruel meanings. , as if the distant lands were burning.

This scene looked very strange. Gradually, the residents on the island began to panic when they saw the fire that was burning day and night on the other side. The fire lasted for five days and nights, and there was no sign of it going out. Some people said that the German army was invading Britain. Some people say that it was the British Civil War. The fishermen took away their means of livelihood and hid at home and dared not go fishing anymore. However, due to the inconvenient transportation on the island, even the cruise ships that deliver letters and newspapers do not come. Information Closed, no one knows what happened in the outside world, but the smell of gunpowder smoke is in the air, which is unmistakable. Both Sherlock and John Watson smell the aftertaste of explosive debris floating in the distance.

"Across the sea is Scotland. What happened to Scotland?" John Watson looked worriedly at the red light on the other side.

Sherlock also frowned, he had seen this kind of red light before, and the whole body of the train burned with this tragic color.

Sherlock has an answer in his mind, but he is unwilling to tell. The worst situation he can think of is that Britain is going through an inevitable war, and the peace will soon end.

John Watson said again, "I miss my parents. One day I can go back to London to have a look. I just don't know if they will drive me out of the house when they see me like this."

"No, you look much better than missing arms and legs. I think your father and your mother can handle it."

"Not necessarily my grandmother! She was most afraid of ghosts, zombies, and vampires. As a result, her grandson turned into a living vampire. She would sweep me into the street with a broom."

Sherlock was amused by him for a while, Sherlock was silent for a while, staring at John Watson for a long time, and then he said, "John, what do you think about human marriage?"

John Watson muttered with a wry smile, "I've never been married, so if you ask me, it's a waste of time to ask, but from my parents, I can see that a marriage where two people are happy and united is very happy, and the days after marriage are like fairy tale."

"A very happy marriage?" Sherlock asked back.

"Of course there are also unfortunate marriages. The husband and wife are obviously full of suspicion, but they have no choice but to continue living together. It must be very depressing."

"What about you, what do you think personally?"

"Why ask me this!" John Watson said with a smile, "How else can I think, it's just like that, marrying your lover, this kind of life just thinking about it makes me feel very happy, but you are talking about you, a natural vampire How do you think about marriage?"

"Marriages are never held between blood clans. Many blood clan unions are purely for the purpose of multiplying offspring. Newborn babies are unspeakably precious to blood clans. We often have to live for hundreds of years to give birth to a newborn baby."

"Did you miss your little John?"

"Well, to some extent, but he needs to survive independently. He will have to live alone in the future. Blood clans are all lonely immortals. Not everyone is as lucky as me."

At this moment, John Watson looked charming in front of him, his eyes shone with a charming light, the light was extremely beautiful, like stars and moons entangled with blue silk and satin flowing in it, as if all the affection was poured into the eyes, full of affection He looked at Sherlock Holmes nervously.

Sherlock's heart skipped a beat at that, the eyes were marvelous since John Watson's conversion.

"I'm also very lucky...to meet you..." John Watson's voice was so low that almost no one could hear it.

But the clever Sherlock still heard it, and he smiled at him with his white teeth showing childish clarity and innocence.

"If I propose to you right now, will you agree to marry me?"

"Well, it's pretty good... wait, what did you just say?" John Watson was caught off guard and stood beside him in a daze.

Sherlock had already looked to the other side, and John Watson followed his line of sight and stretched over. On a protruding rock, a figure was sitting there fishing, under the moonlight, strangely wearing a huge sunshade Hat, John Watson became more and more familiar with that figure.

The fisherman also realized that someone was watching him intently. When he lifted his hat, John Watson and Sherlock gasped at the same time. Seeing their pale and clean faces, Moriah As if frightened, Dee immediately threw away her fishing rod and sun hat, and fled into the night in an instant.

"Don't let him run away! John!" Sherlock chased up like lightning, John Watson was not to be outdone, followed closely behind, and his speed could open Moriarty's eyes!

The author has something to say:

The author doesn't know much about werewolves, in my imagination they are a kind of giant husky after being illuminated by a magnified flashlight. . .

So at most I let them play soy sauce, just invade the earth or something (the role of feeding this soy sauce is a little heavy!

Then pinch. . .The countdown is about to begin (well, that's what I said last week

As for whether the father-in-law really fell in love with the little daughter-in-law (hey, there is a problem with this sentence!) I will dedicate a detailed tape to the children's shoes later