Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

"Who told you I'm a vampire!" John Watson roared almost out of control.

"We all know... from the first time we saw you, you are not human, but you are not a devil either, you rescued us from the ruins, we are a puddle of muddy waste, not even the medics You are willing to come and take care of us, but you are not tired at all. You come to help us change the medicine in Bazaar every day. In this war-torn period, I can no longer find a doctor as kind as you. I still want to live. Only you can continue to heal us, once you die, we will be abandoned by the army."

"No, the army will not abandon you." John Watson said firmly.

"No! You are wrong! We have no combat value! Following the army is a burden! Any smart general would not drag the wounded to the front, let alone a bunch of useless wounded civilians. Before we arrived in London, will be thrown into the wilderness."

John Watson shook his head in bewilderment, "I don't understand what you're talking about, anyway, I'm not a vampire, I'm not."

"Doctor, don't be stubborn, we can all see that you are a vampire... and, in fact, you are not the first vampire I have ever seen... I have met before... Your kind, Although I'm not your kind type, I've seen real vampires, just like you, who look exactly like you, beautiful, and your two accomplices, their characteristics are obvious, they are completely similar to you Vampires fit, no matter how you mix among the crowd, there are still traces to follow."

John Watson suddenly lost his composure and elegance, and stood nervously in the middle of the tent, casting surprised glances at the people on each hospital bed. His scarlet eyes were big and melancholy, and people could notice him from a distance. Regarding the heat in the depths of the eyes, these wounded people spoke the truth. In front of a vampire who can read minds, human beings cannot lie at all.

In the end, John Watson gave up, and he muttered, "Well, you can say that I am what I am, but I won't suck your blood. You are worried that I will die. I can't explain it. I can only tell you You guys, I won't die."

These wounded looked at him worriedly, their expressions were full of doubts, and they didn't believe everything he said.

John Watson had no choice but to say, "It's late at night, and you are very tired. I'll go out and sit for a while." After speaking, he slipped out of the tent as if fleeing.

God, these people have found out who he really is, what will they do next, tell the soldiers in the army the fact that he is a vampire?Those soldiers will not be so easy to talk to, they will definitely use angry bullets to drive away John Watson and his party, and save their hypnotized general.

John Watson looked a bit depressed, and his mood was strangely disturbed. His eyes sparkled, and the humans in the tent did not seem to betray his appearance. They actually...are actively...giving blood to him...

Because these naive humans think that he will starve to death if he doesn't drink blood.

Of course he won't starve to death, but he will suffer a lot. He can't tell whether he is happy or sad about being offered blood sacrifice by humans. Maybe he should discuss it with Sherlock, but what should he say?Sherlock is absolutely opposed to him directly absorbing live blood through the human body, even if it is superfluous, he will let John Watson absorb nutrients from the blood bag.The difference between a blood bag and live blood is that one is an item and the other is a life.

So when he saw Sherlock Holmes, he shut up and said nothing, so as not to add to Sherlock's worries. Sherlock has too many things to deal with. His father just experienced bad news not long ago, and He had to do everything possible to get the army to rush to London, and besides, there was an elder watching over him.

The elder sat lazily leaning against his exclusive tent. John Watson felt uneasy about it. He felt that the fate of the entire army depended on Moriarty's thoughts, but why did the elder refuse to accept it? A duel with Sherlock?Why does the elder look so quiet and honest?All these strange signs made John Watson feel that this terrible devil was carefully and patiently brewing an unprecedented conspiracy.

Moriarty was coerced by Sherlock at night and had to drink the medicinal wine that suppressed blood desire. After drinking, his hunger and thirst would be slightly reduced. Although he was hungry, as long as he ate enough human The food will not be so uncomfortable. In a short period of time, as long as there is Sherlock's medicinal wine, he will no longer go to the army to hunt the living. Better to die.

Sitting in the dark tent, Moriarty often looks a bit abrupt and scary, but when he comes out and stands in front of people, he will become full of energy again, with an inexplicable smile on his face from time to time, he can actually Feeling the joy of war, John Watson overheard his conversation with Sherlock one night.

"Holmes, my own possibilities are infinitely complex. I have no limits. Quenching the hunger and thirst in my body is a trivial matter. It means nothing. Blood is just blood. I can drink them at any time. When I am not hungry, I can drink them all up, drink their lives, and my life will be extended, and my body will be stronger if I eat their bodies, and the more beautiful people I eat Feast, my beauty will also increase. But I will not do it, you will never know what I am thinking, yes, the army is a safe place, but comfort is a dangerous thing." Moriarty smiled Showing a mouthful of white teeth. "Don't forget, the army is also the key object of the enemy's attention. Every month on the night of the full moon, the werewolves will show up once, treating the army as fresh meat nailed to the target, and flying over with grinning teeth."

Regarding this, Sherlock smiled sarcastically, "Of course I know what you are thinking. What you think is so boring and not interesting at all. You want the army to meet werewolves and fight each other. You want to see humans fight against each other. Blood flow between humans, humans and werewolves, until both sides lose a lot, you can take advantage of the benefits, whether it is werewolves or humans, you want to watch them die. And the demise of these two races is not at all You don't need to do it."

"Hmph. You are still young, Holmes, please remember that it is not as easy as you think to live to 1000 years." Moriarty shrugged when he said this, "The extinction of mankind is not a good thing for me... But There are too many human beings... When they become a scarce species like vampires... the situation will be different. They will be extremely weak and will no longer have the extra strength to create vampire hunters to hunt vampires. See, I am thinking about the future of the blood race, and I advise you not to be implicated by this war involving werewolves."

After Moriarty finished speaking, he slipped into his tent to sit and think alone.

Standing in the moonlight, Sherlock looked up at the half moon. His hair was wet from the morning dew, but he didn't care.

"Come out, John, I know you've been there."

John Watson emerged from the shadows, suffering from a stomachache. He walked in front of Sherlock, his thoughts were in a mess, his thoughts always turned back to the same place, kept going back to the tent, inside The living are willingly offering their blood to him.

John Watson didn't know what to do with himself.

He was moved, and this fact cannot be changed.He had to confess, to be honest with Sherlock.

Sherlock might be as angry as he was when he kicked John Watson out of the room last time, but there was nothing he could do about it. The bloodthirsty thought made John Watson trance. If he couldn't help rushing to the tent to accept the blood, In this way, I will be finished.

John Watson stood in front of him unnaturally, and leaned into his arms involuntarily. Sherlock happily stretched out his arms to hug him, and said softly, "Oh? What's the matter? You seem to have something on your mind, my John?" Sherlock's eyes were full of doubts.

"I... my wounded..." John Watson was almost motionless in his embrace, only his lips were slightly pursed nervously, John Watson looked straight into his eyes, how many years ago he also I once looked directly at Sherlock like this, what kind of situation was that, I remembered, it was the morning when Sherlock walked into the dawn to welcome the sunrise, when he held up Sherlock's burned face under the shade of a tree , and met him with such eyes.

He saw the side of Sherlock that he was least willing to reveal, and Sherlock didn't hide too much from him.

They've been honest with each other since they first met, and Sherlock shouldn't have been hiding this from him.

John Watson felt a large foreign object stuck in his throat, almost suffocating him, but he swallowed it forcefully, and said hoarsely, "I have endured as much as I can...but I... still want very much... I'm almost shaken again, damn it, I want to harness my willpower too, but I can't, my wounded... want to..."

Sherlock smiled quietly under the night sky, "What are you talking about, John?"

He couldn't directly read the voice of John Watson, the doctor's heart was screaming blood, blood, blood, and countless blood swirled around his innocent head.

John Watson shook his head, "There's nothing particularly important, I'm just complaining, my wounded are almost healed, and I can continue on my way."

Sherlock looked at him, speechless for a long time, his eyes were as gray as smoke and could not be seen through, he seemed to guess that John Watson was hiding something from him, but Sherlock did not comment on this, he said calmly, " All right, John, we're leaving overnight tonight."

The tedious days of marching passed day by day. The team deliberately avoided several fortified towns under heavy artillery fire, detoured through the countryside, and moved slowly towards London.

Generally speaking, it only takes 5 to 7 days to travel from Scotland to London by horse-drawn carriage, but now the team's dragging and dragging with the wounded has taken them a full month.

John Watson felt that the smoke of the war made him feel terrible. The black smoke filled the air for two days, thick as dirty cotton wool.They walked through the night in black smoke for six hours, stepping cautiously across the fields, John Watson raised the curtains of the car and looked at the full moon in the sky.

The mountains were pitch black and uninhabited, and it was difficult to see the direction. They were in an unnamed town, and the car was bumping in the wilderness at an unbearable slow speed. John Watson noticed that the sky began to turn red, and the lingering thin fog It was stained with a layer of orange halo, the clouds turned into a vivid and fiery red, and the whole sky seemed to be burning.

Looking around, the dead trees and black branches in front of us are peaceful, a small wind is caught in the car window, blowing John Watson's bangs, his hair is slightly rippling, the sky is getting redder and darker, the woods And behind the cloud layer, the color of the cloud and mist continued to change, bright red and dazzling like dried blood, and finally, the entire horizon seemed to be submerged in a river of blood.

John Watson squinted his eyes, and in his night vision he could see far, far away, a lingering black dot at the end of a ray of red in the distance.

It was so far away that he couldn't be sure what he was seeing.

As the black spot got closer, John Watson felt more and more awkward.

There were still three hours before dawn, with the breeze blowing across his cheeks, John Watson felt a little uncomfortable, his stomach was throbbing with hunger, not only because he was suffering from hunger and thirst, but also because of his sensitive sixth sense. It made him nervous, and the black spot in the distance always made him worry. He had a feeling that danger was approaching, as if his internal organs were clenched into a ball.

Sherlock also noticed that the atmosphere was not right. He asked John Watson to tell General Patton. The general ordered the marching team to stop. The wounded stayed in the carriage and slept soundly. The soldiers looked dazed, wondering why they were suddenly stopped. The reason is that in normal times, they would not stop to camp and rest until dawn.

John Watson poked his head out of the car window and stared ahead. He heard the faint sound of the earth shaking. There was a disturbing high-pitched hum.

The dense black dots crowded in the distance, as if raising dust, John Watson had an ominous premonition.

"Retreat?" John Watson shrank into the car and turned to Sherlock.

Sherlock was lost in thought.

Moriarty seemed indifferent in the passenger seat. He said, "Huh, where can we retreat? It's just such a small place, and the villages behind are not safe anymore. As soon as we left, the German army set up camp there. , now we must not stop, or we can only move forward." The elder's cold eyes were full of hatred, and he slowly smiled, this grinning movement was creepy, turning his sly face into a terrible smiling mask .

"Look." Sherlock spread out a map in the car, he could see the things on it clearly without borrowing any lights, and drew a route along the drawing with his fingers, "Let's take a detour through Here, turn into this swamp and go about six miles, it won't take too long, I think we can stop here for a while." Sherlock poked at the spot.

John Watson turned to look at the place Sherlock pointed out, and he read out the name of the place on the map, "Well, I don't know, and it takes a long detour to get there."

"Ah, I seem to have heard some strange noise from the explosion." Moriarty said with great interest on the front seat.

The car body shook violently, and the roof sagged suddenly. John Watson and Sherlock bent down in the car at the same time. Bang bang bang out of the chamber, flying in the air.

A huge werewolf stood towering above the roof of the car, opened its bloody mouth and screamed wildly at the moonlight, the bullets hit its hard flesh and bounced in all directions, and the metal bullet casings fell on the roof of the car like a torrential rain. John Watson shouted from the car: "Damn werewolves!"

Sherlock led him out of the car, swiftly avoiding the huge wild wolf that jumped off the roof. The werewolf's sharp claws passed John Watson's back in a thrilling manner, and scratched his suit jacket.

Sherlock turned around, and in the afterglow of the silver moon, he showed the claws of the blood race, left John Watson behind, and flew towards the werewolf head-on. His figure was both powerful and elegant, and his eyes showed a kind of courage.

The werewolf threw back his head and snarled at him, cloudy saliva splashing in the air, and Sherlock slammed down on its sharp teeth, aiming at its fragile throat.

But the werewolf cunningly took a big step back, turned his back, and blocked Sherlock's attack with his hard back. The tips of Sherlock's nails snapped and snapped five neatly on its armor-like skin. He avoided the werewolf lightly and stood a few meters away, the moonlight streamed through his pitch-black hair, and his cheeks were shrouded in a shadow.

Sherlock's wounded nails were bleeding, and his blood ran down his white and proud fingers and seeped into the dirt, but he didn't take it seriously, the blood soon solidified, the nails began to grow, and he was ready to go, Just about to move on and make another attack.

John Watson stopped him nearby, and after a moment of silence, something surprising happened.

There was a creaking and rustling sound from the nearby jungle, and then, one after another, werewolves jumped out from among the pitch-black leaves, their eyes glowed bright red, and their mouths squirted out a stinky, wet sticky liquid. Liquid, standing on the ground with strong and powerful legs, looking around, the number is comparable to that seen on that island, not something that Sherlock alone can match.

The werewolf jumped in the army, clamping a soldier with its huge claws. In a blink of an eye, the poor soldier was torn in half by the waist. John Watson was shocked to see this bloody scene, and a lot of blood was splashed in the air , the internal organs flew, and the dead man's minced meat fell into the grass.

The moonlight projected down through the clouds, and the werewolves screamed sharply. Then, they caught one poor soldier after another. Their sharp nails tore their torsos, and the stumps spurted black and red blood around. Falling in front of John Watson, under the pale moonlight, the human head's eyelids were still slightly twitching.

Too many soldiers died under the ravages of werewolves, blood spewed out, wailing sounds that could only be heard in hell, screams were fragmented, poor humans kicked their legs between the thick and furry palms of werewolves, blood soaked werewolves A few drops of body hair fell on John Watson's face. It was red and hot. The werewolf bit the torn corpse and chewed the human flesh. The blood flowed out from their mouths full of teeth, watering the grass and steaming. .

They are so red-eyed and crazy that they treat human beings as rags, bite them with their teeth, and dismember them with their sharp claws. John Watson has never seen such a terrible scene. He was so horrified that he forgot that he was in where.

Sherlock's face was tense, and he seemed very calm about this scene, as if it was not the first time he had witnessed it. He pushed away John Watson and held his hand, and ran forward with a blank expression, his curly hair was wild Floating in the wind, he jumped in front of one of the werewolves, tall and nimble against the moon and stars, and Sherlock landed as easily as a cat, soundlessly, like a shadow, but his eyes were angry combustion.

The werewolves made him feel resentful and angry, the brutes that had killed his father.

The werewolf couldn't react in time, and there was a smear of bright and eye-catching blood on Sherlock's sharp claws. Then, one of the burly beasts jumped forward, and the cracked pink throat gurgled out thick plasma, which wet the grass. Sherlock Standing surrounded by wolves, his claws hang down to his knees, with black and sharp ends.

John Watson has seen this kind of eyes from him before, the extremely dark eyes, full of awe-inspiring power, he once lay down on the floor of a country hotel, with big dazed and tired eyes, looking at Sherlock with this kind of eyes. A brutal look killed two vampire hunters.

But now, Sherlock is surrounded by werewolves.

John Watson gritted his teeth. He was no longer that weak human being lying on the hotel floor and dying as soon as he was wounded, no longer.

John Watson jumped into the whistling wind, his burning eyes stared at the wolves in front of him, he was an immeasurable newborn blood, since he was reborn with a new life, even Sherlock would have achieved what he could create Unexpected!

He could clearly hear his own slow breathing and the long beating of his heart in his chest. John Watson's sharp claws passed the back of a werewolf, like nails colliding with a hard rock, and his fingers Trembling, sure enough, the nail broke.

Sherlock whispered in the encirclement, "Get out of here, John."

"Don't worry about me, Sherlock. I will take care of myself. Be careful. I won't allow you to get hurt." John Watson said calmly.

Sherlock was silent for a while, his mouth was pursed into a straight line, and the expression on his cold face remained unchanged. There was a sharp look in his misty eyes, and he looked at John Watson calmly, and then he revealed Smiling, said: "Very well, John, you also be careful."

However, the situation in front of them didn't have much time for them to look at each other affectionately. The werewolf who was attacked by John Watson suddenly turned around, raised his hairy body wildly, raised his head and howled towards the moonlight, and the ground echoed With terrifying screams, several werewolves jumped over and stared at John Watson.

John Watson smiled faintly, his pupils were burning with bright red flames of hunger and thirst. He happened to be tortured by hunger, and the depression in his heart had nowhere to go. As fast as a pocket knife, John Watson's face darkened, and he opened his sharp claws vigilantly, posing a threatening posture, but the roar from the beast drowned his momentum.

John Watson couldn't find an opportunity to attack, and was forced to the side of the car by the wild beast. He leaned against the deformed iron door, and suddenly saw Lily sitting on the grass and crying in fright. Think of his own sister.

A werewolf was quickly approaching Lily's petite body.

John Watson lowered his head resolutely, swooped down, avoided several werewolves chasing him in front of him, and shifted to Lily in lightning speed. John Watson raised his head, and there was a terrible noise in front of him. The werewolf opened his eyes wide open. With a mouth full of blood, John Watson supported the mouth full of sharp teeth with his bare hands. The werewolf's mouth was opened by him and fixed, unable to be closed.

John Watson turned to Lily and said, "Run! Run as far as you can!"

Tears were streaming down Lily's face, she nodded foolishly, and it took her a long time to wake up. She lifted her skirt and ran barefoot, when another werewolf came from the side and lay in front of Lili's eyes, with sharp werewolf claws With a ferocious wave in the air, blood splattered all over in an instant. Lily's body flew out a few meters, and slid softly on the grass, making a dull sound. Her limbs twitched slightly, and she didn't know whether she was dead or alive.

John Watson became furious like crazy. He suddenly increased the strength in his hands, and broke the werewolf's big mouth to both sides. He ran away, shaking his hairy black head desperately, his precarious chin dangling ridiculously on its head, the werewolf wailed again because of the pain, blood flowed from his tattered mouth land.

John Watson instantly moved to Lily's side, holding up her petite back. Her chest was covered with blood, and her internal organs had been torn apart, turning out from the flesh. John Watson didn't know where to help her To stop the bleeding, the injured area is too large, blocking the ruptured blood vessel at this one cannot block the next one.

John Watson hugged her body and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Lily shook her head, she couldn't feel the pain anymore, she looked at John Watson's scarlet eyes, squeezed out strength, and grinned, "Doctor, you have to live and defeat these monsters, suck my blood, I know you're hungry, cough cough..." She spat out two mouthfuls of thick blood, and said weakly, "Please don't be disgusted...the only thing I can give you in return is this, blue eyes...beautiful...blue Colored eyes... to change back..."

She spoke in a low voice, but John Watson heard it all anyway, and he put his arms around the little girl, looking somber, and something made him want to cry.

"Don't die..." John Watson said painfully, "Don't die." He seemed to have returned to his clinic operating room, and what he was holding was none other than the prostitute who was experiencing heavy bleeding.

"...cough cough." Lily coughed up the blood plasma in her throat again, holding John Watson's skirt with her small arms, trying to pull him down, "suck my...blood... "

John Watson had a solemn expression on his face. He looked at the girl's dying face and begged him bitterly. Poor human girl, even at the moment before she died, she mistakenly thought that John Watson would not suck blood. Will die, she asked John Wah to live.

After a while, John Watson bowed his head obediently, opened his lips tremblingly, and his snow-white fangs appeared in the air. He opened his mouth and pierced his long fangs into her neck, and blood rushed into her neck like a spring. The hot liquid poured into John Watson's throat from the pipe in his teeth, and the girl pressed against his cheek, raising the last strange smile in the gorgeous hallucination, with her strange smile gradually losing strength, until death.

Hearing her heartbeat stop beating, John Watson pulled his teeth from her neck, and a thick drop of blood slid down the corner of his mouth. The scarlet hunger in his eyeballs was soothed, and instantly subsided, and the irises returned to a delicate deep royal blue. Color, the uncomfortable stirring in the stomach also stopped.

John Watson raised a tender palm, covered the girl's face, and closed her eyelids.

The urgent situation in front of him does not allow for sensational condolences. A distinctive werewolf suddenly struck in the grass. It stood and howled in the wind, like a dull thunder passing through the sky. John Watson turned his head and stared at the wolf. The wild wolf that came out of the dark, under the light of the full moon, John Watson looked gloomy and threatening.

The werewolf had come before him.

John Watson stared at this unique werewolf. What was unique about it was that a sterling silver cross hung on its fragile throat, shining in the moonlight. John Watson saw it up close on a certain bed. over this cross.

This is what hangs around the neck of William Holmes, who had close contact with him.