Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Moriarty leaned against the side of the boat, he raised his head and looked up at the sky, the wings of fighter planes swept over his head, each fighter plane carried sufficient ammunition, and the entire sea was full of raging aerial killers.

"German Army." Moriarty looked at the flag pattern printed on the fuselage. The German Empire, which had always coveted the world, had already started wars in other countries. He never expected that one day it would be the turn of the wise and safe Britain.

"Damn idiot!" John Watson didn't have time to care about the fighter planes that appeared out of nowhere. He stared at the Shetland Island that disappeared on the sea, and cursed William's stupid behavior, while Sherlock shook his mind. Holding the oars, lowering the pressure on the port side, let the boat drift aimlessly in the dark sea, his pupils were as black as the sea, and he could hardly find any emotion. For a moment, his whole heart seemed to be ashamed.

The boat slowed and went with the current, and Sherlock dropped the oars and sat quietly in the bow.

"He won't die. He's a vampire. Vampires are immortal. The only thing that can kill a vampire is sunlight." John Watson muttered in such a low voice that no one could hear him. When he said this, he had no confidence and self-confidence.

"It seems that the war has begun. A lot of people will die in a war. He is just one of thousands of martyrs." Moriarty stretched out a hand and gently moved it Flicking the sea water, as if he was on a journey of play, he had no sympathy for the vampire who saved him, he stirred the water with his fingers, and then flicked the sea water off his fingers.

"He won't die!" John Watson angrily turned his head and confronted the elder, "Stop sarcasm there! What's so great about you! Seeing a werewolf is just as frightening as hell."

Moriarty stared at him coldly, showing a serious smile, "Do you think I have lived for thousands of years... Is this the first time I have encountered such a scene? I have experienced three times in wars alone. For the 3th time, only foolish human beings are so indulged in boring wars. They have to find a fair excuse to kill people. Do you think that only blood races know how to kill like hemp? No, no, no, kitty, let me tell you, Human beings are our teachers when it comes to killing people. Their methods will never lose to the vampires, absolutely not. What you have to see is just the beginning. These fighter planes and bombs are just the beginning. War usually It will last for 4 years, or even 5 years, until the blood of the dead is flowing into rivers, and the cruel bodies are piled up in mountains. They will not stop until they are exhausted, and you will have to suffer in the days to come. Innocent, little things that have not suffered.” Moriarty spoke with casual contempt and disdain.

John Wah's teeth were itching in anger, he rushed towards Moriarty frantically, Sherlock jumped over lightly, the hull shook slightly, Sherlock rolled him into his arms, held him in his arms, and fixed him at the stern , at a distance from Moriarty, John Watson struggled in his arms, "Let me go! Let me tear him apart! I'm going to tear his damn throat!"

"Calm down, John, the boat will capsize, and it's no good for us to fall into the sea. We'll deal with him when we get to land."

"Ah!!!! Fuck it!!!! I hate him!!! Damn the elder!!!" John Watson yelled depressedly, venting all the rage and dissatisfaction in his heart, as well as that unwillingness and resentment. There's...a pity for William, who finally lay gasping in Sherlock's dejected arms, "God...we just left him like that...so many werewolves...so many bombs...God Ah..." John Watson murmured in a low voice, very sad.

Sherlock hugged him tightly, the pain of life and death written all over his face.

After John Watson calmed down, there was silence among each other. The boat was drifting on the treacherous sea, and red gunpowder smoke was scattered everywhere in the sky. Only the last peace in the world remained on this boat. John Watson looked at the moon reflecting the moonlight. On the surface of the sea, silver rays of light fell on the peaceful tide, dotted with stars, flickering, undulating with the waves, just like a magnificent galaxy falling here.

John Watson looked at the dark distance. Gradually, his heart calmed down with the waves, and his anger subsided for a while. John Watson almost forgot that he was on the same boat with Moriarty. Locke's chest is full of melancholy, and the crystal blue eyes are tempered with the glimmer of diamonds, which are being refracted by the moonlight, giving off a faint light, beautiful light, full of sadness.

"The Germans?" John Watson asked in a low voice, a whisper.

Moriarty sneered, "No one told you, innocent little thing, the ancestors of werewolves originated from the Germans, and there were legends of werewolves on their homeland when the Germanic nation appeared. The Roman Empire was still extremely powerful. Later, these two hostile empires were destroyed. Their kings had long been reduced to rotten skeletons in the mud, but the ancient werewolves and vampires survived. One of them was In front of your eyes, since the beginning of the last century, before you were born, they have secretly captured werewolves and domesticated them in the army for transformation and training. Thinking of how quickly this group of mindless stupid dogs are put to use. They have strength but no intelligence. If it were me, I would have to raise them for two centuries before releasing them. , However, I am afraid that Germany can't bear their temper, their desire to dominate the world has already come to an end."

John Watson didn't really want to talk to him, but he still wanted to know the truth urgently, "You mean, the appearance of these werewolves was not accidental? They were trained by the army, Was it used as a weapon in the war? The German army used them as a murder weapon to invade other countries?"

"Hmph, you're right."

"Damn..." John Watson tugged on Sherlock's clothes, "Damn war."

The war was imminent and inevitable. The intelligence received by the British Empire was wrong, which caused the German army to take advantage of the gap and launch a sneak attack early. The British navy, which was not fortified in time, was caught off guard by the German air strikes. The fallen territory is full of devastation, beacon fires, and gunpowder. John Watson has never experienced a brutal war. He feels that this atmosphere is full of death, sorrow, and despair.

Even such a remote island of Shetland has suffered a large-scale attack...John Watson dare not think about the situation in the capital London. There may have been bombardment there a few days ago, and it may have been bombed to pieces, John Watson When I think of this, I feel excited.

He raised his head and grabbed Sherlock's collar, "I want to go back to London!"

Sherlock immediately understood what he meant. Watson's small home in London was in the midst of the war, and he nodded, finally willing to speak, breaking his long silence.

"Let's go back to London..." Sherlock said hoarsely, "The military forces there are more concentrated, and the defense weapons are more complete. Although it is a conspicuous big archery target, it may be the safest place in the whole of Britain, it won't be so It will soon be captured by the Germans."

They didn't arrive at the remote Scottish island until the sky was dark. The mystery of the flames here was finally solved. As soon as Sherlock and his party landed on the shore, they saw several enemy tanks resting beside the crushed houses. , There are traces of atrocities and cruelties everywhere. The fire caused by the explosion of ammunition ravaged the entire ancient and vicissitudes of the Scottish city. The embers of the flames burned weakly among the collapsed houses, and a faint red smoke rose towards the pale sky. Several German soldiers were leaning against the corner to watch, their guns were like women hugging their chests, and they were dozing soundly at this moment, a silent and dangerous dawn.

John Watson felt that his body temperature gradually began to rise with the environment. The situation in front of him really made it impossible to continue on his way. He stayed in Sherlock's arms tiredly to seek shelter. For vampires, the rising sun is more important than The German army was more lethal.

Sherlock raised a pale hand and pressed John Watson's forehead to measure his temperature. The scorching sun was like burning at the stake, and he would not allow his beloved John to suffer this trip.

And the strong elder also gradually squinted his eyes in the light of dawn, and stayed in the cold place with an uncomfortable expression. The aloof, omnipotent vampire, once it was daytime, turned into dejected prodigal dogs.

The three of them were exhausted, and none of them was in the mood to bring up their past grudges. They walked through the dead alley in silence. Judging from the scene of the destroyed buildings, the living people living in this area either died or fled. The British Empire has become so useless and decadent in a few days and nights. The earth-shaking gap is really embarrassing.

Moriarty followed behind Sherlock without saying a word. He felt more and more powerless. The magic power of 1000 years was still unable to resist the curse cast by the sun. This was the most helpless and cruel reality that all blood races had to face.

He firmly believes that following Sherlock can gain some benefits. Sherlock wanders all year round and is very good at finding a comfortable hiding place. Even among the ruins, he still found an evacuated residential house, which saved Moriarty a lot. A lot of energy.

Sherlock stood at the door of the dilapidated apartment and looked back at him. Moriarty looked straight at him with the same stern look. Their gazes intertwined in the bright daylight, and John Watson smelled a vague retreat from it. Regarding Moriarty, Sherlock obviously had other plans. In the end, Sherlock took a step towards the dilapidated doorway and said coldly, "Come in."

"At least say please to the elders." Moriarty walked into the dark room unceremoniously, avoiding the light outside, and the expression on his face immediately became much more comfortable.

The furniture in the room is kept as it was, but the walls are full of miserable bullet holes. The human beings who used to live here only took away the valuable money that they could carry with them. It seems that they went to other places to escape the war. The decorations were all in place, the glass fell to the ground due to the panic evacuation, the piano stayed in the dining room, and a corner of the keys on it was shattered by a bullet.

Sherlock helped John Watson into a messy house, John Watson was leaning softly on his shoulder and drowsy, Sherlock took him to the bedroom on the second floor, John Watson lay down as soon as he touched the bed .

Moriarty was about to go to another room to settle down, but Sherlock blocked his way with a stern expression, "You must stay in the same room with me and John."

Moriarty raised the corners of his mouth in response to his actions, sneered wickedly, then withdrew his expression, and looked at him equally fiercely, "I don't like watching you husband and wife hug each other in the same room."

"The sun is coming out."

"So what." Moriarty said nonchalantly. There were windows and curtains everywhere in this room, so he wasn't afraid.

Sherlock raised his perfectly curved chin, and looked at him arrogantly, "You have no choice." His tone was full of meticulous arrogance, and he didn't take this thousand-year-old elder seriously.

Moriarty frowned because of this, and Sherlock found a sturdy crutch in the house. John Watson used to rely on crutches very much. Now he not only no longer needs this cumbersome and heavy wood, but his posture has changed. Gracefully, Sherlock held his cane tightly in both hands, walked around Moriarty like a king with a scepter, walked to the window, smashed the pane with a clang, and tore the curtains. Sherlock wrecked everything in the room where the student was staying.

The blinding white light shone in, and Moriarty stood in the corridor without saying a word, watching Sherlock's painstaking actions. The sound of glass breaking suddenly sounded in the peaceful dawn, and it was extremely noisy on the street. The aftershocks of the explosion of the remaining explosives, the crackling sound was instantly compared, and became insignificant, and no living creatures nearby would come out to watch in surprise.

"What you did is amazing." Moriarty leaned against the wall of the corridor and let him toss. He yawned lazily, and when Sherlock smashed all the glass in the room, only In the next unharmed bedroom, Sherlock put his cane on his shoulders and stared at Moriarty with a look of "you have nowhere to go".

The elder rolled his eyes, then walked into the room where John Watson was, stood at the end of the bed, Sherlock walked in behind him, and threw the crutch outside the door.

Moriarty smiled and said, "I sleep in the middle?"

Sherlock walked into the bathroom connected to the room, held a wooden barrel high in the air, and then placed the wooden barrel heavily at the end of the bed, horizontally in front of his eyes, pointing arrogantly with his slender fingers, Briefly, "Sleep here."

"You mean you want me to sleep in the tub?"

"The bed is mine and John's."

"I am an elder!"

"So?" Sherlock choked him coldly.

"Do you know the meaning of the elders in the blood clan? Do you know how many blood clans will bow down when they see me? Holmes, there are only 7 elders in this world, and I am one of them, and I am definitely the most powerful one." One, why do you think you can treat me so rudely?"

"I don't care about it." Sherlock snorted, "Either you sleep here or you sleep on the floor, you choose, the sun is only a few minutes away, before that I won't have a chance to let you easily Going out of this house to find another place to live, I think even an elder would be turned into a wisp of dust standing in the hot sun."

Moriarty looked at him with burning anger, "I existed before this country was founded... I even experienced the glorious Roman era..."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows casually, "I'll give you a quilt, or do you not like quilts?"

Moriarty crossed his arms angrily like a child, "Anyway, I don't know how to sleep in a bathtub, and if you want to sleep, you sleep."

"I'm not going to let you lie flat on the bed with me, John."

"Anyway, I don't sleep in this narrow, unseemly thing."

"Or do you want to continue the unfinished duel before? I am not afraid to duel with you. I personally drank the blood of you, an elder, last time. I don't mind drinking two more sips."

"You think you can beat me again?"

"As I said, I am always improving. Today I am stronger than yesterday, and tomorrow I will go further than today. My strength has no limit..."

"Hmph, do you think I've been a vegetarian for the past 13 years since you haven't seen me?" Moriarty bared two eerie fangs, "A vampire who isn't bloodthirsty is just a pinky finger even if he progresses." To such an extent."

"Do you have to fight before going to bed?"

"It seems inevitable." Moriarty grew sharp claws, ready to go.

"Have you guys had enough noise! ​​You're chattering in my ears! I'm so sleepy! If you don't sleep, I'm going to sleep too!" John Watson suddenly sat up from the bed, roaring angrily, clenched his fists, Putting it on the quilt in front of her, her eyes were burning with a touch of scarlet, "Damn it! Find a place to sleep and return it to my mother-in-law! Or do you both want to have a taste of my hypnosis? Don't annoy me, I swear I will let you Both of you sleep in the tub!"

Sherlock shut up immediately, and stood aside in silence for an instant. Moriarty was about to refute something, but when he met John Watson's eyes, he quickly fell silent.

The hypnotic power of John Watson should not be underestimated. This newborn blood uses hypnotic techniques in a unique way. His stunning eyes can make people intoxicated. They are full of temptation and love, which can make people fascinated. Even Moriarty was not sure that he could resist his tender hypnosis.

Moriarty sat in the tub silently, while Sherlock closed the door, put a low cabinet against the door, sealed the windows, and drew the purple velvet curtains tightly to block the rose-colored outside. In the morning light, he took off his coat, slid onto the bed, and lay obediently beside John Watson.

And John Watson kept staring at Moriarty, and Moriarty avoided his threatening gaze, so he lay flat in the bathtub, folded his hands on his stomach, closed his eyes, and thought in his heart. He wondered how John Watson would be so different, but he was just a human blood race who had just been embraced for a short time. Although he was no longer a young child, he was nothing special. When it got dark and Moriarty regained his strength , must "repay" him well.

After the two of them were completely quiet, John Watson slowly lay down on the soft quilt. He let out a long sigh of exhaustion, put his arms around Sherlock's neck, and soon fell into a fell asleep.

Twelve hours later, the sun sank to the other side of the earth, and the whole room was pitch black.

Moriarty suddenly opened his eyes. He sat up from the barrel, looking like a zombie. He turned his head back and looked at the bed in a gloomy manner.

Sherlock had already woken up, folded his arms on his chest, sat leaning against the head of the bed, sneered at him, his face was full of preparedness, "Wake up so early, do you want to slip?"

John Watson was still asleep, curled up next to Sherlock, oblivious to all the progress of the outside world.

Moriarty saw that he was so closely watched by Sherlock, like a prisoner who had lost his freedom, he climbed out of the tub helplessly, stretched himself, walked gracefully to the window, opened the curtain, and looked out the window .

Sherlock was also beside him, his footsteps were silent, the street he saw was the same as what Moriarty saw, a group of patrol soldiers in German uniforms were walking downstairs neatly, their rifles were loaded and carried on their shoulders. On the shoulders, the straight boots trampled on the brick floor of the British streets and alleys, making a sound.The soldiers all had an attitude of contempt after a successful invasion of another country's territory. At this moment, if a British national rushed in front of them, no matter what happened, they would shoot brutally and mercilessly immediately, and would not do anything meaningful. Moral questioning.

For these bloodthirsty soldiers, other people's lives are like ants.They enjoy the joy of killing more, and this stimulation surpasses the sense of accomplishment brought to them by the victory of the war.

Suddenly, a thoughtful soldier in the team raised his head and looked in front of the window where Sherlock and Moriarty were standing. His sharp eyes spotted the two figures buried in the shadows. He turned around and put his rifle Standing in front of him, aimed at the gun, and shouted, "I found the situation upstairs! There are two people above!"

The others immediately turned around, stood in a row, and aimed all their rifles at the second floor. Sherlock stood in front of the window indifferently, neither avoiding nor panicking. He looked down and aimed at him. He said contemptuously, "It looks a bit troublesome, there are annoying German troops everywhere, and Scotland Island doesn't look safe anymore."

"Compared to them, you are much cuter." Moriarty said lightly, watching these soldiers run to the door of this house with guns, and kicked open the already dilapidated door downstairs. Afterwards, they would pounce ferociously and shoot unreasonably at the room with overwhelming bullets.

Regarding the rude behavior they brought to the door, Moriarty smiled comfortably, "I happened to be hungry too, and I have dinner."

Moriarty withdrew the short-legged cabinet that blocked the door, and rushed out of the corridor. A shrill scream of living people echoed outside for a long time. Sherlock walked out of the door slowly and turned his head to look. In just a few tens of seconds, Moriarty stood at the top of the stairs with a blank face. His ten claws were bloody. Twelve German soldiers lay limp on the stairs, bleeding all over the floor. Their fingers were still resting on the wrench of the rifle, their expressions were shocked by the death, and they all stared angrily, but before they could fire a bullet, the fragile throat tissue had already been torn into pieces by some monster , his limbs fell on the stairs in a strange twisted posture and twitched.

Moriarty took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers, bent down, supported a soldier who was still breathing, and tore off the collar of his military uniform, exposing the delicious carotid artery, Moriarty Licking her fangs greedily, she stabbed hard into his neck.

Sherlock watched Moriarty's animal-like eating behavior from the far end of the corridor, his eyes were cold and cold, "If you kill people for self-protection, I have no objection, it's reasonable, but if you suck their blood, it's too much gone."

Moriarty gulped down the blood, threw the dead man aside, and grinned his bloody red tongue, "Don't spoil my good work, Holmes, who said that I don't suck blood for self-protection, I don't like to be hungry. Stomach feeling, let me tell you, if you stop me too much, I will kill you, just like killing these animals."

"You won't die if you don't drink blood."

"Sooner or later, these people will turn into corpses. Besides, Holmes, think about it, how many innocent civilians they killed, a thousand cuts would not be too much." Moriarty threw himself down again. A soldier who hadn't had time to breathe, when his sharp teeth pierced into the flesh, a stream of bright red blood slid down the neck of the living and dripped on the stairs. Moriarty seemed to be unable to drink enough until he sucked their torsos dry. They did not let go of their bodies until the last drop of blood was applied. After bleeding, the dead bodies turned a frightening blue-white color, and there were two obvious cavities in their necks. If anyone came to do an autopsy, they would be shocked.

Sherlock said a few words, but he didn't stop his bloodthirsty behavior. On the contrary, he ignored the elder. In his heart, he felt that the German soldiers who manipulated werewolves to kill his father deserved to die. He didn't hold too much sympathy. In the past, he didn't believe his father's death, but this time, Sherlock believed that William would not be able to escape anyway. He faced more than 50 werewolves alone, and even Sherlock Holmes could not escape at that time. There is no sure way of getting out of it.

William was probably dead.

Sherlock walked into the room silently and sadly, John Watson woke up at this moment, he rubbed his eyes on the mattress, Sherlock sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head and kissed his forehead.

John Watson whimpered because of hunger, "My God... Is it my hallucination? I smell the blood of living people."

Sherlock reassured him, "Moriarty killed some Germans."

John Watson gritted his teeth imagining the scene of blood flowing into a river, "give me a blood bag." He didn't ask Sherlock for the blood of the German soldiers outside. The blood was much fresher and hotter, but for John Watson He said that it didn't make any difference whether it was the blood in the blood bag or the fresh blood released from the half-dead German soldiers outside.

John Watson drank some human blood from the blood bag, and then drank some medicinal wine, then he got up from the bed and went outside with Sherlock.

Moriarty sighed contentedly, and stood up straight from the pile of corpses. Satisfied, he wiped his lips with a handkerchief, as if he had spent a very wonderful night. He turned his head and looked at Sherlock Holmes with a smile.

At this moment, Moriarty stood on tiptoe and rushed out of the room, Sherlock immediately followed behind, swept down the stairs like a gust of wind, and ran outside after Moriarty, leaving only John Watson standing still , I still don't understand what happened.

John Watson quickly jumped down the stairs and followed Sherlock's back, "Damn it!"

Moriarty has escaped again!John Hua angrily chased after him, but when he went around a few streets away, he unexpectedly found Moriarty and Sherlock standing side by side on the street, watching something.

John Watson walked over curiously, tilted his head behind them, and peeked forward. Not far away, a new car slowly drove past them. This was the first time John Watson saw a car. He has seen a crude motor vehicle put together with four wheels. At that time, this kind of car didn't even have a door. Like the car with such a complete body design, strong tires, and a turbo-sounding engine, he It's the first time I've seen it.

I am afraid that Sherlock and Moriarty also saw this new invention for the first time.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"The world has changed..." After a long time, Moriarty sighed, "At first there were trains, then there was electricity, then there were airplanes, and then this thing also appeared, cars, whose speed can be compared with Train confrontation."

Sherlock opened his big surprised eyes, and seemed to be very interested in this kind of mobile carriage with four wheels, "I want to sit, who is in it?"

"It seems that he is the general commanding the Scottish army." Moriarty was right. The person sitting in the car was General Patton, the leader of the Scottish army. When he said this, Moriarty had a look of mystery on his face. smile.

Sherlock also smiled in this mysterious gesture.

John Watson looked puzzled at the side, and was angry at their tacit understanding, "Damn, why am I the only one who looks like a fool, you suddenly have such a tacit understanding, is it possible that you are thinking about how to turn enemies into friends ?”

"Enemies into friends? Well, that's a terrible proposition, John. I was thinking we could have the military escort us back to London."

"In fact, I like London too. London's blood is the sweetest." Moriarty said as much.

"But how can the army escort us obediently?" John Watson asked suspiciously.

Sherlock showed a confident smile, "Believe me, John, it's not difficult to make them obedient."

Having said that, another ancient blood clan also smiled triumphantly.

The author has something to say:

The result is to become friends with Chang Lao's enemies, but what will happen in the end? In fact, the author doesn't know much about it.

Of course, the invention of airplanes is more than ten years later than that of automobiles, but this is not important at all in the parallel world where blood races exist, so don't pursue such small details

Will William be cannon fodder?No. . .He still has a part to play. . . . .