Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

General Patton strode across the long corridor leading to the office. He stood firm on the Scottish battlefield that was about to collapse. In fact, he can't let Scotland be pocketed by outsiders as his own.

The British Empire released the latest anti-war declaration. The Queen did not publicize too many speeches that would irritate public opinion. She reassured the people to keep calm and continue to work hard to survive. Although the British people were living in panic, the mood of the army was still very calm. All they could do was calm down.

General Patton had a heavy revolver pinned to his waist, and the guard outside opened the door of the office for him. As soon as General Patton walked in, he saw three strangers suddenly appearing in the office.

A man with jet-black curly hair, sitting on the sofa, stacked and slender legs, his arrogant fingers resting on his temples, a pair of misty eyes set on his impossibly pale cheeks, looking at him with a shocking aura with him.

Another man, sitting on the single sofa opposite, was fiddling with his nails idly. There was a sinister look in his black pupils, and there was a cruel smile on his lips. General Patton saw two gaps between his teeth. An unusually sharp buck tooth.

There was also a short man of short stature who was standing in front of the bookshelf with his hands behind his back. He heard the sound of General Patton walking in. When he turned his head, his blond hair had an indescribably beautiful luster, and his big blue eyes sparkled. Yes, General Patton felt dizzy when he saw this innocent gaze. He turned his head and wanted to summon his subordinates to come in and arrest the three unknown visitors.

A deep command whipped through the air, "General, you must welcome us very much." Moriarty said grimly.

General Patton's arm that was on the pistol holster vigilantly dropped immediately, looked at Moriarty with a blank face, and nodded honestly, "Yes, I welcome you very much."

"Well, very good." Moriarty replied perfunctorily, "Go back to your seat and sit down, I have something to discuss with you."

"Okay, I'll go and sit in my seat now." General Patton looked like a machine, walked into the back of his desk stiffly, and sat down in the chair, obedient and obedient.

Moriarty stood up, walked over, stood across the table, put his hands on the table, and stared at him intently, "I think you should abandon this dilapidated country city and transfer your military forces to London."

General Patton froze for a moment. It seemed that everyone would struggle and resist in the hypnotic power when faced with the most unwilling thing. He frowned, clenched his fists in his broad hands, and tried hard to meet Moriarty's gaze. Confrontation, from the looks of his eyebrows, how difficult it is to say "no".

"Give me the military power." Moriarty ordered him again flatly.

General Patton gritted his teeth, and his willpower was trying his best to resist this dangerous stranger. For General Patton, evacuating Scotland was tantamount to ruining his honor as a soldier, although it was a waste of military power to guard this dilapidated home that was no different from falling , but he must not abandon this place, no!Once he is gone, the island of Scotland will be surrendered to the enemy.

He understood that with his weak army, he could no longer conquer the German air combat regiment, and all the garrison was futile, but he couldn't leave here even if he fought to the death.

General Patton didn't immediately agree to him. This tenacious human had cold sweat running down his back and thick sweat on his forehead. He tried hard to resist Moriarty's order, but he was unwilling to nod.

Sherlock snorted coldly, and said in a hoarse and beautiful voice, "Don't listen to him, General, listen to me."

General Patton fought against Sherlock's hypnosis again. His whole body was trembling violently, the veins on his neck were bulging, and he had difficulty breathing. ...give the military power to...any one of you..." He was hovering on the verge of rational collapse, and it was more difficult than expected to make this stubborn soldier compromise.

Moriarty smiled casually, stared at him again, and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't listen to him."

"No, you have to choose the right person, General Patton, this is your choice, the person in front of you is a devil, he will lead you to the path of destruction, and I am the one who is most qualified to be your master. Choose me, put the military power in my hands, you just need to nod your head, and then obey me..."

General Patton's lips trembled, his teeth clashed fiercely, and he said stubbornly, "Come... come..." But his voice was too small and weak, and no one could hear the guards outside the door. , even he himself could hardly hear it.

"What a troublesome man." Moriarty turned his head and gave Sherlock a hard look, "Don't hinder me there, anyway, the master he must obey is me!"

Sherlock smiled gracefully on the sofa and said, "Why."

At this moment, an elegant arm stretched out from the side, and the back of the white hand rested lightly on General Patton's shoulder. John Watson stood beside the chair, lowered his head and looked down at him gently, and General Patton subconsciously raised his head to meet him. Catching his intent gaze, John Watson said in a low voice, "Take me to London, how about?"

Moriarty looked at John Watson, and Sherlock looked at him with the same unexpected look.

General Patton seemed to have collapsed, and he fell limply on the back of the chair. He suddenly said weakly, "Who are you..."

"John Watson, I am a doctor. Maybe you can use me."

General Patton was sweating profusely, and then nodded weakly under his gentle gaze, "My army needs a doctor... yes, I need a doctor... let's go to London... ok, let's I'll take you to London. You can ride in my car or use my men as you like."

"Thank you." John Watson patted General Patton on the shoulder with encouragement, then turned his head to look at the other two blood races, and said, "Is it so difficult to ask a human for help? When you quarrel, you will only Delay my return to London."

Moriarty narrowed his eyes, as if he was jealous of his rapid hypnosis skills, Moriarty stared at him dissatisfied for a long time, and then said, "Little doctor, who are you?"

"I used to be a fragile ordinary person...but if you keep looking at me like this, you will suffer a lot." John Watson calmly pulled the front of his clothes and straightened his cuff buttons. The blood race spread his hands, "What are we still doing in a daze? The night is short, we should set off overnight, the sooner the better, and return to London as soon as possible."

General Patton opened the way ahead, and he led three strange men into the army. Although the soldiers were suspicious, none of them could disobey the general's order. What was even more surprising was that General Patton actually gave up his car He got out and rode on the horse to follow behind the car.

John Watson and Sherlock sat in the back seat of the car. The elder also liked this new type of means of transportation. He sat in the passenger seat, his eyes searched and looked at the army, and he was thinking about which soldier's blood was the most delicious.

The soldiers held up the torches and began to advance. They evacuated the Scottish Island, which had been guarded for more than a month. Once they left, this place would become the enemy's pocket.But no one questioned their general. The leader's decision was the highest will. They never thought that their leader had become a puppet.

Become the puppet of the most harmless and innocent-looking vampire sitting in the carriage.

Sherlock suggested that John Watson take a detour from the countryside to London. They would pass through several deserted villages, walk through the rural scenery all the way, avoid the enemy, and rush to London.

Sherlock was smiling in the car, looking in a good mood. It was not a bad thing for him to let John Watson control General Patton. General Patton played around in John Watson's hands, but John Watson, in Sherlock's hands Turn around.

Moriarty just looked on, Sherlock understood the devil's cunning plan.

He is a patient and strong vampire who is willing to delay for a whole night in order to burn Sherlock to death with the scorching sun. He is like a rattlesnake or a crocodile, resting quietly in the pond, like a rock, which will not move for thousands of years , just waiting for Sherlock to relax, revealing his flaws for a second, and then biting off his head, greedily eating his internal organs and his flesh, this is the real Moriarty, and we cannot compromise because of his temporary It is easy to ignore the power of this elder.

The army rushed to a wilderness before dawn. They temporarily set up tents. For the new guest of General Patton, the soldiers also set up another new tent. They were full of doubts about these three people. Seeing their unusually pale faces and indescribably elegant, dangerous and weird aura, they all felt extra terrified.

Some soldiers thought that they were secret spies who obtained information for the British, and they came to join and assist General Patton, but more people regarded them as messengers from hell, thinking that General Patton's life was over and he was about to die. Will provoke these evil gods, and come to pick up their generals to go to Hades.Although suspicious, the loyal soldiers still followed the leader's order cautiously, and received these strange strangers friendly, not daring to neglect them.

Moriarty played with their doubts in admiration. Standing in the crowd, he was like an omniscient God. He could know what anyone was thinking. He was amused by the ignorant and interesting voices of these human beings. pleasure.

There were two soft couches for sleeping in the dark tent, and Sherlock was worried. He hypnotized two soldiers and asked them to guard the outside with their guns, not allowing anyone to break into the tent and disturb his sleep.These two soldiers will fight desperately to defend the tent until the hypnotic power wears off.

Moriarty lay down quietly on the opposite side. This beast made no sound, making it even more frightening.

The sound of bombers kept coming from a distance, and on the other side of the mountain, artillery fire continued.

Sherlock listened to the sound of gunfire in the dark, and he had the illusion of being in the doomsday. After he came out of the underground city, he had less and less contact with other blood races. It seemed that the blood races had disappeared from the earth and were on the verge of extinction. Yes, if God created blood races to make them extinct, this is too unreasonable.

Various reasons will bring the blood race to a desperate situation, such as bloodthirsty, which has caused human beings to always be enemies with the blood race, hunters are everywhere, and there are more reasons that can make the blood race disappear on land, such as the scorching sun, such as war, such as cannibalism between.Sooner or later, vampires will truly become legendary creatures and cease to exist on Earth.

John Watson rested on his arm, stretched out a palm to hold his fingers, and said softly, "Are you thinking of your father?"

Sherlock denied him, "No."

John Watson was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "Sherlock, no matter what, I will always be by your side."

Sherlock nodded, and as a response, he absent-mindedly kissed John Watson's lips, then closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

If the blood race wants to perish in this world, it is not something that Sherlock Holmes alone can stop.

At night, they began to rush towards London. All they saw along the way were houses destroyed by the German army, and everywhere they went was full of smoke. This was a long march. The British territory, in this country that once symbolized prosperity and honor, launched a brutal fight.

The marching team traveled tirelessly in the fields. The driver of this legion was a newborn blood who had been converted from the first embrace. The legion traveled all the way and stopped at a village that was destroyed by the German army. John Watson jumped out of the car and was heavily He closed the car door without hesitation and looked at the tragedy in front of him.

His very luxurious blond hair fluttered in the evening wind, and there was pity in his expression. His blue pupils looked alluring and charming on his pale face. With a circle of light brown, inexplicable feelings are hidden in it.

The light is hidden in all directions, and there is nothing on the land in front of him, only the remaining smoke from the explosion and collapsed houses.

The whole team stopped, Sherlock seemed to see something in this deserted smoke, he moved under the broken house wall at a dizzying speed, looked at the traces left on it, scratches on the bricks and stones Various crisscross cracks were opened.

These astonishing cracks were not caused by swords, but the sharp claws of the werewolf scraped against the wall, thus tearing these canyon-like cracks in the stone. It can be seen how sharp and frightening their claws should be.

Sherlock could feel the power of the wild monster in these cracks drawn by the claws, and that power could smash everything in the world.

"Werewolves have visited here." Sherlock said lightly, "The German army used them as weapons to attack this village. Almost killed all the humans in the village."

John Watson was silent beside him.

But Moriarty seemed quite indifferent, "I don't have time to waste time here, if you like the scenery of this village, then stay, I'm going to continue on my way. There doesn't seem to be a living person here. "

John Watson frowned as he watched the smoke rising in the distance, "Wait a minute."

The night was wet and cold, and in the dark and lonely field, John Watson heard a shallow cry for help. He reacted quickly and jumped into the thick smoke, his figure appeared agile and elegant.

Sherlock silently followed, his large windbreaker fluttering in the light of the crescent moon. He watched John Watson disappear into a dilapidated farm house, and Sherlock also got into the house immediately.

Under the moonlight, the smell of gunpowder smoke filled the surrounding air. Sherlock walked around the collapsed beams. Flames were still burning in the corner of the wall. The smog was lingering. Sherlock walked past a row of burned black furniture, and a big hole was pierced in the ceiling. , The bombs of the air strike fell from the enemy's fighter planes, smashed the roof, and the stars shone in the night sky above Sherlock's head.

Finally, he stopped in front of a sofa. John Watson was hugging a seriously injured man. Half of the man's leg was broken, and there was a large pool of blood flowing behind him. Struggling hard in the consciousness of survival, a hoarse cry for help in the throat.

"Alive?" Sherlock asked softly beside him.

"Give me a piece of cloth." John Watson looked as if he had entered the operating room. He pressed the bleeding area, his face was serious, and he comforted the wounded softly, "Stay awake, I will help you stop the bleeding. You'll be fine soon."

John Watson raised his head again, "Sherlock? Still in a daze? Give me a rag, I'll stop his bleeding!"

"Okay!" Sherlock finally understood what John Watson was doing, he jumped around in the dark room, and then ran over with two pieces of rags.

John Watson took it, and squeezed it hard on the wound, compressing the blood vessels. The wounded man cried out, and the sound fell silent for a moment. Sherlock thought he was dead.

John Watson said calmly, "He passed out from the pain. We need to transfer him to a flat bed, and I will stitch him up."

"needle?"

"Yeah, didn't I make it clear enough? I'm going to give him stitches, or how will his wound heal? He's not a goddamn vampire. This is just an ordinary person."

"But we're on our way tonight." Sherlock glanced outside, and the legion had been waiting for them outside. Unless Moriarty was willing to hypnotize those soldiers one by one, he couldn't take all of them away, because their The leader, General Patton, is John Watson's puppy at this moment, and he only obeys the orders of John Watson.John Watson asked him to wait obediently in the field, and General Patton had to wait obediently.

Seeing John Watson's anxious expression of wanting to heal the human's injuries, Sherlock stopped urging him to set off, and instead said considerately, "Well, John, let us be stationed here tonight. The werewolf has already They have already attacked this village, and they probably won't come again."

Sherlock found a relatively complete big house. John Watson carried the wounded man and transferred him to a comfortable bed. Candles were lit in the room. John Watson cut open the wounded man's trousers with scissors, revealing The bloody thigh was smashed by stones, and the bones were also broken. After the stitches, the thigh needs to be fixed with a strong bracket to barely recover from the trauma, but the bone may not be repaired.

Sherlock put down the medicine box in the army, and John Watson picked up the surgical instruments in the box. He began to concentrate on treating the wounded, first disinfecting the wound with alcohol, and then performing a slight anesthesia.

Seeing his undisturbed expression, Sherlock silently exited the room. The soldiers set up tents and sentries around the big house in the countryside, while General Patton himself sat like a wooden man. In the living room downstairs, I was motionless as if I had taken some time out of my soul.

At present, the general's military power is in charge of John Watson. John Watson does not often issue embarrassing orders, but once he gives orders, General Patton and his soldiers will unconditionally ensure that these orders are exactly completed, John No one in the entire army could question Watson's decision.

Sherlock stared at the boundless vineyards in the countryside. The once-rich gardens had been reduced to ashes, and the dead weeds were endless. Silent in the darkness, Sherlock realized that he could not find Moriarty.

He jumped into the air immediately, his gray eyes were faintly scarlet, the night had just begun, Sherlock bypassed a few soldiers who were resting, they were leaning on the carriage carrying dry food, and they were secretly drinking with General Patton on their backs, Sherlock went from When they passed behind, no one noticed that the cold wind was actually a vampire floating behind them.

The sky is dark, moss hangs on the branches beside the stream, the dense trees are blackened by thick smoke, the field under the feet is dyed silver by the afterglow of the moon, and there are lush weeds growing, there is a row of grass beside the stream Rotten wood, leaning on a sentry soldier.

He was rubbing cigarettes out on rotting wood.

Moriarty silently stood behind him, his fingernails grew slightly while he was waiting, his lips were raised, revealing his long white teeth, his hands were twitching uncontrollably, he looked hungry and smiled.

His smile is kind and charming.

"I'm starving," was all he said.

The soldier turned his head immediately, looked at his pale face in surprise, and stammered about what to say.

"Put down the gun," Moriarty ordered.

The rifle fell to the ground.

Moriarty's fingers slid across his soft throat, the soldier trembled all over, and slowly knelt down, Moriarty looked down at him, his ice-like palms held his face towards himself, with his eyes Sipping him, the soldier raised alarm and let out a cry of terror, but Moriarty cupped his face in both hands to keep him from looking to the sides.

"Let me taste your blood." He said, breaking his neck, exposing the seemingly delicious carotid artery, the soldier was still trembling, but did not resist.

Moriarty stretched out his two long teeth, and the soldier's black eyes widened in terror. He wanted to struggle, but was firmly caught by Moriarty's hypnotic gaze.

Moriarty bent down, and the fragile human flesh made a slight cracking sound. Moriarty stamped his lips on his neck, and his fangs pierced into the blood vessels. Blood gushed out from the wound and dripped onto the blades of grass. Beside the silent stream and swamp, only the sound of vampires swallowing live blood remained.

The soldier whimpered briefly and closed his eyes suffocatingly. Moriarty just held his back and covered his neck with his lips, sucking greedily. The elder's eyes were dark and hot, heavy and full, cold and Insidious.

The black blood flowed slowly down the neck, and Moriarty knelt gracefully beside him, and began to lick the horrible blood flow, until the entire neck was licked clean, and he put his mouth on the wound again.

Seeing that the soldiers were about to die from excessive blood loss.

Sherlock emerged from the mist like a pale ghost, and he swung his claws across the air. Moriarty quickly left the dying animal and jumped to the side, avoiding Sherlock's attack.

He grinned and said, his teeth were bright red, "Holmes, don't you also like my dinner, do you want to have a bite? I have been paying attention to him for a long time. In the whole army, his blood is the most delicious. People with higher body temperature , the sweeter the blood, if you fall in love with him as much as I do, I'd like to share it with you."

The soldier lay faint on the grass, lying in the flowing gray mist like a skeleton, and the occasional convulsive breathing told Sherlock that he was not dead yet.

"I will not allow you to do evil in front of my eyes." Sherlock's figure stood proudly, and the surrounding scenery suddenly seemed extremely small in comparison. His curly black hair shrouded in the white and bright moonlight, even in the gray mist Also conspicuous, Sherlock stared at him.

"Doing evil? I'm just eating normally. You still maintain these animals in every possible way. I tell you that in today's troubled times, the number of animals killed by a single shell is more than the number of animals I have ever drank in my life." The elder Ready for a duel.

"I don't care. You want to drink human blood and go find those German soldiers. I have nothing to say about it. I want to destroy these enemies more than you, but in this legion, they are our own..."

Before he finished speaking, Moriarty laughed and said, "My own? You should really look at your appearance, you can no longer tell whether you are a blood race or an animal."

Sherlock took a step forward, held a bottle of medicinal wine in his hand, directed at him proudly and domineeringly, and ordered, "Drink it, if you still want to get the protection of this army, don't let me see you sucking blood again. You can't do without Send an army, I am very clear about this, there are werewolves and German fighter planes everywhere outside, especially werewolves, even if you are an elder, you may not be able to deal with the incalculable number of werewolves, if you go out alone and wander alone, you are looking for death."

"Hmph." Moriarty dismissed it.

Sherlock took another step forward, put the medicinal wine under his nose, and the cloudy liquid dangled in the bottle, as if it had life.

Moriarty thought for a while in silence, then took the medicinal wine, raised his head and drank it in one breath, and threw the bottle on the grass, "It's too early to say anything, the war is just beginning, Holmes, just wait and see." , one day you will accept the fate of drinking blood like me."

For Moriarty, a fight with Sherlock at this moment would only hurt both sides, and maybe it would attract enemies and cause trouble for him.

As far as Sherlock is concerned, it is still useful to keep the elders. One more blood clan will give him an extra level of confidence in dealing with werewolves.

After Moriarty suppressed the desire for blood in his body, the sense of killing subsided a little. He found a secluded place, and stayed in the dark for a long time without making a sound, not knowing what he was thinking.

Sherlock went back into the big house, and John Watson sat resting in a chair outside the room, his sleeves rolled up, revealing his white arms, and a strong smell of alcohol wafted from his body.

Sherlock walked slowly, and with the candles swinging on the table, his beautiful tall figure flickered in the dimness. Sherlock walked towards him and stroked John Watson's hair with soft golden hair wrapped around his fingers. Hair, John Watson raised his head in the chair, staring at Sherlock with deep blue eyes, for a moment, Sherlock almost felt that the floor was moving, but it wasn't, he was caught in John Watson's gaze, unable to extricate himself, as if Stepping onto a dark and strange long river, I couldn't even stand firmly in this charming gaze.

"The man was saved." John Watson said softly, "I'm afraid the leg will be lost, but the man survived, that's enough."

"Very good." It's not difficult for Sherlock to imagine how John Watson stitched up the wound meticulously, and then carefully wrapped the wound with gauze.

I don't know why, suddenly, Sherlock has an unspeakable feeling for John Watson. He feels that John Watson is a man who can bring others back to life. He is saving lives, and he is naturally suitable for saving lives.

John Watson showed a relieved smile for a long time. Since he became a blood race, Sherlock has never seen this smile again. John Watson smiled comfortably and said, "Sherlock, I haven't had an operation for a long time, at least Haven't touched cotton pads and alcohol for over a year, since my clinic closed down, I decided that I am no longer qualified to be a doctor, but the feeling of saving lives is the best in the world... of course... nothing can compare to you, But things like healing people... are the only things I'm good at."

Sherlock put his arms around his shoulders, and John Watson's cheek rested on his muscular belly, Sherlock raised his palms and stroked his back lovingly, "You can go on forever, if you want to continue to be your doctor ,I agree."

John Watson raised his head, and the candlelight set off his affectionate eyes, "After the war is over, I will reopen my clinic. Do you think it will work?"

"If you only come to the doctor at night, it will work."

John Watson was silent for a full minute. "I'm serious, Sherlock, my life was given to me by William. If I die like this, I'm not only sorry for him, but I also have regrets. I should do more things within my power, especially in the current situation. During the war, I, as a doctor, can be of great use, and I shouldn't cowardly choose to escape because of my blood desire."

Sherlock smiled bitterly, "It's not escape, John, it's redemption."

"It's redemption..." John Watson muttered softly, "But I don't want to die now, do you understand?"

"Oh," Sherlock replied, "I understand, of course, this result is...for the best..." Sherlock smiled slightly, "If you want to choose to live, live it."

"Eternal life..." John Watson sighed, "Is there really no end at all? I will still exist after hundreds or even thousands of years? It's hard to imagine that I can bear it for 100 years, but 200 years, 300 years Years, then 500 years, 600 years, I can't guarantee that I won't go crazy. Once I know that I won't die so easily, I will be a little bit abnormal, and I won't think about the consequences when I do anything." John Watson tightened his embrace Sherlock's waist seemed to be glued to his body, "What if one day I'm bored, what should I do?"

Sherlock looked at him with a doting look, "I won't let you be bored, and, you see, the world is constantly changing, there are many new things that you and I don't know will be born, what is the future? You must also be curious about what Britain will look like in the future, what strange shapes the streets will become, whether human beings will become more interesting, there are still many things in this world that you and I have never tried together, maybe... You'll have a baby too..."

John Watson blinked, then shook his head with a smile, "No, I wouldn't want another woman."

"That's not certain." Sherlock said jealously, "You have become charming, and there will be more people pestering you in the future."

A vague smile appeared on John Watson's face, "So what, if I have to live for 1000 years, then it's almost enough to have you in these 1000 years."

"Almost?" Sherlock frowned, dissatisfied with his ambiguity.

"Almost, let's make do with it, I'll just make do with you."

"Humph."

Sherlock picked him up and walked into another unoccupied room. This night, they didn't come out of the room all night.

The author has something to say:

First of all, I would like to thank the children who have been reading this chapter since Chapter 1 (serious thanks!) (Look at my serious face! ╮(╯▽╰)╭)

About William... whether he is alive or not, but whether it is good or bad is uncertain

Hey, some children's shoes actually noticed the details related to World War I or World War II, saying that children's shoes read the text very carefully! (Praise comes)

Specifically, World War I or World War II... Let's talk about the weather

Recently, I received a private letter from a certain children's shoes, I almost cried

Of course, being urged to cry is one of the reasons, and the other reason is: children's shoes!Worry!author!Stop writing!

Well, let me answer this kid's shoe question in detail

After I finish this Fuhua, and the Fuhua next door, I may stop writing Fuhua for the time being.

[Those children's shoes who say it's not Fuhua and don't look at them, please shut up! !Don't break my heart! ! TT】

At that time, I will create some cranky BL meme short stories [you know how big the author's brain is]

I hope that when you are bored, you will also be in the mood to take a look at the author's other new works.

The code word action will not stop, and the update will continue. I mean what I say, come and watch my trustworthy expression

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