Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

John Watson put down Lily's body, stood up slowly, looked at this irrational beast, and found that Lily was also staring at him.

The werewolf's eyes were red, cold, and cruel. John Watson could see nothing but madness in it. The werewolf seemed to have no soul, and his eyes were as empty and dull as two glasses. This beast could not speak, except for the scream A piercing hiss.

Its pair of terrifying beast eyes locked on John Watson, and its strong legs walked steadily over, with killing intent burning on it.

John Watson felt chills, it couldn't be William, John Watson thought, this horrible monster... couldn't be William, William had already died on that remote island.

It was walking straight towards John Watson calmly, with a strange excitement in its murderous eyes, a bloodthirsty excitement. It vowed to tear John Watson to pieces and chew it into its mouth to satisfy its hunger, as if in In its eyes, only the meat of John Watson is the most delicious.

John Watson stepped aside, the werewolf's sharp claws swept across his nose with a sharp wind, John Watson bravely rushed over, and was about to cut its throat with his nails, but felt a cold and sharp The object pressed lightly on its neck, and the speed of this werewolf was faster than he imagined, no, it was faster than all the werewolves on the grass, and it didn't feel clumsy at all.

John Watson was clamped by it in the furry palm, and his whole body was lifted up in the air. He felt that his neck was about to be broken, and he couldn't help shaking. The beast's claws tightened, and John Watson felt some kind of dampness. The liquid dripped onto his collar, it was his own blood.

The strength of the hairy palm is amazing, John Watson didn't have time to say anything, his throat made a gurgling sound, and his body moved slightly in its savage palm. Then, John Watson made a piece of his body It was impossible for human beings, he leaned forward hard, his neck bones creaked and cracked, and John Watson immediately vomited blood. He resisted the severe pain of the broken cervical spine, and continued to lean forward with extremely fast , an extremely graceful movement, stretching out his arms, swiping his sharp claws, and almost stabbing its eyeball, leaving a long and deep gash on its right cheek with the fingertips, blood gushing out from the wound , the werewolf let out a miserable howl.

In order to avoid his attack, the mysterious werewolf had no choice but to throw him away, and jumped back a few meters with its strong and powerful legs.

John Watson fell to the grass, covered his mouth and vomited a big mouthful of blood, ah, that's how the blood feels like being injured, the pain gradually became lighter, and his torn muscles and broken bones quickly recovered within a few minutes. Healed, the blood on his cheeks dried up, and the wound on his neck was almost closed. It was incredible. Soon, John Watson recovered from the pain and stood up again like a normal person.

The werewolf wearing a cross turned away from John Watson, the difficult target, and ran towards innocent civilians. A wounded man with a bandage on his arm and a cane under his arm was frightened by the oncoming werewolf. Desperately, he fell into the grass. John Watson was too far away from him. Even if he moved there immediately, he might not be able to stop the werewolf's abuse. Seeing that there would be another victim, Sherlock was lying in front of the werewolf out of thin air. , John Watson almost forgot that Sherlock's running speed can catch up with the train.

The werewolf faced Sherlock, stretched out its powerful claws, and slashed at his head mercilessly. Sherlock didn't blink, didn't dodge, and stood still to meet its attack.

For a moment, John Watson thought that Sherlock was about to be torn in two, so terrified that he almost knelt down on the grass. He stood stiffly behind the werewolf, watching a strong, pale hand protruding from the back of the werewolf's neck. , After a few seconds of silence, Sherlock slowly pulled out a sharp claw that should not be underestimated from its throat, and a big hole was cut in the werewolf's throat, stifling all sound.

The sterling silver cross was covered with black and red hot blood, and the werewolf began to dump its huge body in the direction of John Watson.

Strange things happened.

The werewolf kept shrinking as it fell backwards. Yes, its body was shrinking, and the hard hairs that stood up in all directions gradually fell off, collapsed into the air, and turned into smoke. The beast's claws were trembling and twitching. Then it became shorter and thinner, and turned into five white fingers. The majestic beast body shrank, shrunk, and shrunk again, and turned into a slender human back. The two curved beast legs also shrunk and straightened. All of this changed instantly on the way it fell.

John Watson quickly took a step forward and held the naked/naked body that fell backwards. This is a person.

No, to be precise, this is a vampire.

John Watson held him in his arms, and knelt on the ground with heavy knees. He looked at the pure white/naked vampire in his hands. There was a terrible blood hole in his neck. His face was very similar to Sherlock's, with a graceful face. His lips were tightly closed, his light blue eyes were gradually losing their brilliance, and his life was slipping away like quicksand between his fingers.

Grab a handful of sand and put it in your palm, what will happen to it?doctor?The life that death wants to reap is like the sand that escapes from your fingers, you can't keep it.

John Watson kept thinking about Sherlock's words at this moment.

He hugged the seriously injured vampire, the body was quite heavy in his arms, just as heavy as it was when it was crushed on John Watson, and he looked at the face of William Holmes.

There was a lazy smile on that face, handsome, like a moon god, his pale hands were trembling, and the light in his eyes was fading. John Watson lowered his head and looked intently at his pale face. William was smiling. , smiling like he did when he caught John Watson mistaking him for Sherlock and kissing him passionately.

John Watson raised a hand and held his hand awkwardly. Faced with this scene, John Watson couldn't say anything. He held back for a long time and squeezed out a few words, "My God... really you...

William moved his lips weakly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was powerless, his pale face was twisted and deformed, his mouth let out a painful grunt, his eyes were wide open, and he struggled a few times in severe pain, The hand held by John Watson dropped to the side, and fell powerlessly to the grass, his head tilted on John Watson's chest, and he closed his eyes completely.

"No!" John Watson yelled, putting his arms around him, "William! No...no...you can't..." John Watson hugged him tightly, trying to wake him up, "Don't die...don't be with others Just like people...don't die..."

John Watson shook him hard, William didn't respond, John Watson felt his stomach tighten, this heartache feeling made him very uncomfortable, "Oh," John Watson hugged him again, Touching his face with trembling hands, "My Jesus, no! You can't die...you can't die." John Watson whispered in disbelief, almost choking on his own words, his stomach churning, Tears are about to fall.

Standing right in front of John Watson, Sherlock flicked his sharp fingertips to wipe off the blood that belonged to William on his hands, "Stop moaning, John, we are dealing with werewolves at the moment. Crying." Sherlock said calmly.

"You killed him! You killed your own father! You knew it was William! You were so smart! You knew it was him!"

"Drop him," Sherlock said sullenly, the look off his face.

John Watson hugged William Holmes tightly without saying a word. His shirt and trousers were stained red by William's blood and stuck to his body.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, looked indifferent, and repeated: "I said let him go."

"I don't." John Watson held William's motionless body stubbornly.

"If you hold him like this again, I swear that I will tear him into pieces with my own hands and throw him behind to feed the wolves, so that you can't fight back."

"Damn it! He's your father."

"So what, I don't allow you to hug him like this, if I say no, I don't!"

Standing in front of him, Sherlock took a deep breath, and then flew over recklessly, with sharp claws showing in the air again, John Watson bent down vigorously, protecting William's body and preventing Sherlock from destroying him.

When he hugged William tightly, a faint "ouch" groan/groan suddenly sounded in his ear.

John Watson blinked his big eyes blankly, straightened his body, and William in his arms frowned, sat up with difficulty, and rubbed his neck that was healing, "Sherlock...you are really hard... ...I don't think about the relationship between you and my father and son at all..."

"Hmph." Sherlock jumped over, dragged John Watson from William's side, hugged him firmly to his chest, and used his actions to warn his father, whose personal belongings this little doctor is, "You have other things to do besides pretending to be dead." Do you have the skills to do it?"

"I just said that John has me in his heart. Look at him, he is going to cry for me."

"Fuck... why don't you really die..." John Watson was fooled, and a burst of anger came to his heart.

"His heart is so soft that he will cry for three days if a sparrow dies." Sherlock said, tightening John Watson's body tightly again, John Watson felt that his internal organs were about to be squeezed inside by Sherlock Distorted.

"Come on, Sherlock, seeing is believing, look at the tears hanging on his eyelashes, how painful it is."

Sherlock was so angry by William's words that he almost jumped up and down. He patted John Watson's back hard, almost breaking John Watson, "He's mine! Mine!"

"Okay, okay, don't compete with me like a child, how old are you? What's yours is yours, it's all yours, the whole world is yours."

"You're right." Sherlock pinched John Watson's cheeks, deformed his cheeks, and made his round, fleshy face face William, and said flauntingly, "Well, you just You can see it, but you can’t touch it, let alone any further development, don’t even think about it.”

William was not in a hurry to refute him, instead he used his eyes to search around to see if there was any clothing that could cover his body. Unfortunately, he only saw the long trench coat on Sherlock, and William smiled affectionately at his son. Say, "You can't let me catch a cold, can you, Sherlock, and it's time to show your filial piety."

Sherlock snorted again and ignored him.Blood race will catch a cold?What a big joke.

Seeing that this kind of werewolf was doing evil in the front, the father and son could not let their leisurely quarrel, John Watson sighed and said, "Sherlock, give him the coat."

"No."

"Sherlock, you can't let your father sit naked in full view."

"Beasts don't need clothes to cover them up." Sherlock said coldly.

"Hey Sherlock, I can't help myself like this." William looked at him expectantly.

This expression made Sherlock feel compassion. On that island, in order to save Sherlock's life, his father had the courage to cover him in the wolves from escaping. Sherlock snorted again awkwardly, However, he took off his coat slowly and threw it on William's head. William smiled and put on the fairly clean coat, and stood up, his bare/bare feet were as white as lime.

Standing behind the cruel scene, he said with emotion: "Sherlock, in my judgment, we have two options. First, continue to fight here, but the sky will soon be bright, and the werewolf will recover to full size by then." Human form, and we will turn into ashes, or, we go now, right away, before it's too late."

"We can't leave these civilians and soldiers alone! There is at least an hour until dawn! Don't underestimate this hour. If we leave these poor living people alone, it will be enough for these werewolves to kill them all!" John Watson was rough on the side. Arguing with their throats.

"I'm not interested in being a hero. I think survival is the most important thing. Werewolves are fighting soldiers' guns right now. We can take the opportunity to leave. It's not far from here to Oxford, where we can take a short rest. Sherlock, this is a werewolf and a human." The war has nothing to do with our blood race, does it?"

Sherlock looked at him with a low and hoarse voice, and a stern expression in his foggy eyes, "This war is indeed not related to the blood race, but I decided to stay and protect these weak living people."

"What on earth are you doing this for?" William lamented helplessly, "Do you think this will eliminate human beings' prejudice against vampires? Their hostility towards vampires has existed for tens of thousands of years, and it will not be because of your generous rescue." And it has changed. You want humans to trust you completely? It's not that easy. Don't give your precious life for nothing."

"I won't die, Dad." Sherlock called him inadvertently, then took John Watson's hand and said, "I protect mankind at this moment, not to be a hero, I just want to protect John Watson His own kind. He was once a man, and he will not allow his fellow men to die one by one at the hands of wild beasts. What I am doing now is purely for his sake. There are enough dead. No more sacrifices can be made."

"But it's too dangerous."

"Stop trying to persuade me."

"Then..." William hesitated.

"I know, you go to Oxford and wait for me first."

William suddenly stopped talking. He took a big step towards the jungle, then stopped, and turned his head to stare at Sherlock.

"This is war, Sherlock, it's not something you can reverse by yourself. People are dying like flies, Sherlock, like flies, their numbers are dwindling, and we, the blood races that are on the verge of extinction, must It's wise to hide."

Sherlock nodded coldly and politely, "I want to stay."

"You are better than any blood race in this world. You may not know that you are very famous among blood races. Almost every blood race has heard of your name. Since your birth, how much atmosphere among blood races has really With some changes, these changes will appear later, you are indeed as Mrs. Hudson said, you are outstanding, I tell you, Sherlock, the vampires are not cursed, there is no such thing as a curse, bloodthirsty is A choice, and the so-called scorching sun... It's just a problem with our physique, just like human beings are allergic to peanuts, which can be fatal. We are allergic to sunlight. This is not a curse, we can also become good people... The right to decide In ourselves, you have always been right, I just dare not admit it, well, I am waiting for you in Oxford, you promised me, you will not die."

He slowly moved his eyes to the side, and landed heavily on John Watson's face, his eyes were shining, and John Watson felt the endless tenderness in his gaze.

"I'll wait for you too." William said calmly.

John Watson lowered his head and nodded stubbornly, avoiding the long stare.

When he raised his head again, William was nowhere to be seen, as if he had disappeared into the fields in smoke.

For the next hour, John Watson and Sherlock fought against the werewolves until dawn. There were less than twenty werewolves left, while two-thirds of the humans survived. This is probably the number of werewolves who have encountered so many times. The battle, the heaviest loss.

The morning sun rose in the east, and the dew on the treetops shone with golden brilliance.

The werewolves frantically fled in all directions, and once they stayed behind, turning into fragile human forms, they must be peeled off by angry survivors and left to dry in the sun.

The werewolves ran wildly towards the distance, until finally, a few werewolves who had no time to run away fell on the edge of the woods, and the indomitable soldiers chased them, and shot the heads of those who had turned into fragile humans. Undoubtedly, these werewolves have a close relationship with the German army. They have tattoos related to the German army, but no one has extra sympathy for these butchers. When their brains were shot out with bullets, the soldiers did not blink.

Day came, and John Watson stood uncomfortably in the bright light.

He turned his back to the hazy rising sun, and was inexplicably infected by the beauty of the morning. He hadn’t seen such a magnificent sunrise for a long time. The air was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees, and the birds swept gently across the branches. The dew fell on the blades of grass, the enemy had left, the field was peaceful and quiet, red and gray shadows chased each other at the end of the horizon, the clouds turned rose red, John Watson looked at the vast sky, emerald green The boundless wilderness, the vibrant charm of the land moved John Watson.

He thought to himself, finally, as he had been talking about all day long, he was going to be turned into ashes, John Watson stretched out his hand to the side, holding Sherlock's fingers tightly.

"Ah, what a beautiful sunrise." John Watson said gratefully, "I have never seen such a beautiful sunrise." His complexion was ashen, and he was a little tired from the scorching sun.

"Me too. I've never seen such a beautiful sunrise." Sherlock stretched out his arms gracefully, and embraced John Watson in his arms. John Watson was quietly nestled against his chest. Standing so foolishly, looking at the burning sun like a flame.

John Watson couldn't help shivering. His left cheek was like a thorn, and a circle of black burns spread across his face. He thought it would take a few minutes to turn into ashes, but it was not the case. His body temperature slowly The rise was too slow to be noticed.

His hair smelled of burnt fire, and wisps of smoke rose from his shoulders and through his hair.

At this moment, a shadow shrouded his head, John Watson turned his head and looked, a wounded person he treated was stretching a coat for him, blocking part of the sunlight, John Watson looked at him in surprise .

Then, the human beings came one by one. While they surrounded John Watson, they took off their coats, spread them between their arms, and covered his and Sherlock Holmes' bodies with dense coats. These people smiled looked at him with respect on his face.

These people have been standing next to John Watson, showing empathetic smiles, "Hey, doctor, you are not the same as the legendary vampire." They joked, "I thought you would die as soon as you touched the sun." Will turn to ashes, but it looks like you're just hurting from the sun, and you look like you need sleep."

They didn't make a fuss when they saw the burns on John Watson's face. They themselves had experienced more serious injuries. Every human being was not afraid of him, but tried his best to shield him from the sun. Of course, he also protected his body. Companion, Sherlock Holmes.

This proud vampire didn't back down in the action of expelling the werewolf.

There was a pause in their banter, everyone was a little scared of Sherlock, he was thin, tall, in a tight black suit, with tight lips, thick curly hair entangled wildly on the top of his head with anger, and his manners were elegant , the expression on his face is equally elegant, with a suffocating beauty and vigor, a pair of cold and intelligent gray eyes, as if they can see through everyone's mind, the pupils are mixed with light gold, which looks full of shocking power, always It made people want to kneel down to him faintly.

Unlike the doctor, the doctor's eyebrows and eyes have a kindness that is very appropriate to human beings, as well as innocence and a little bit of stupidity.

It is strange that he and John Watson stand so harmoniously together.

Sherlock snorted, "Do you know who you are protecting?"

A living person boldly responded, "Of course, vampires. Similar to werewolves, legendary creatures with magic."

"I'm not a vampire, a stupid human, I'm a vampire. Also, I don't know magic at all. Besides, I'm far from a werewolf."

"Oh." The man muttered in a low voice, "What kind of vampire...isn't it just a vampire..."

Sherlock squinted at him, and the human immediately shut up, shook the coat in his hand, and changed the subject, "Doctor, the car broke down, and the driver..." He said, looking back The body of the driver who was torn into pieces closed his eyes and dared not take another look.At this moment, another person intervened and said, "Doctor, you can get into the carriage."

John Watson looked at the only remaining carriage, shook his head and said, "There is only one carriage, so what do you do?"

"It's okay, don't worry, doctor, we can go on our way with our injured companions on our backs. After all, we are not afraid of the sun at all, but you are different. Don't talk about it. Before the German backup troops arrive, we must immediately Evacuate here, where do you think you should go?"

John Watson smiled, and suddenly his hope of life was rekindled. Yes, his sense of survival is still strong, and his desire to live is still so ardent. His depression and despair of wanting to die for love just now were wiped out by these human beings. After the smoke cleared, he said firmly, "Continue to go to London, but we can go to Oxford to rest for a day and a night."

John Watson and Sherlock got into the carriage, closed the curtains tightly, blocking the last ray of light, and the carriage was suddenly plunged into pitch darkness. He heard the human beings shouting and hurrying outside, and someone volunteered. Sitting in a carriage to drive the horses, the wheels are leisurely rolling along the undulating wilderness, the sound of the horses' hoofs clattering happily, stirring up bursts of broken mud, after the disaster, the human beings who have regained their confidence lead their surviving compatriots to flow smoothly forward.

John Watson gripped Sherlock's palm tightly, his knuckles turning white.

He secretly raised a little curtain and looked out, vaguely saw the scenery flowing backward outside, Sherlock stretched out his hand and pulled the curtain tightly to block all the bright light outside, Sherlock's deep and hoarse voice sounded in the darkness, "John ,” he said in a low voice, “I’ve never had anything like this happen to me.”

John Watson snickered, "This kind of thing? What kind of thing? Human beings protect vampires?"

Sherlock nodded seriously. Under John Watson's night vision, his face turned pale green. Sherlock said: "This world is changing too fast. When I was a teenager, people talked about vampire monsters. At that time, many vampires were tied to the cross by vampire hunters and burned alive. No one would express any righteous opinions on this. Just like you once said, all vampires deserve to die. Now, they actually gave us the carriage. To be honest... I'm a little uncomfortable."

"Sherlock," John Watson patted the back of his hand comfortingly, "Humans don't understand vampires, in fact, you may not be able to fully understand human beings, there are murderers among human beings, and there are also monsters, but these are a minority, I still think that most people are kind. They know how to be grateful and reciprocate, just like you know how to cherish human life."

"Hmph, but the blood clan is different. There are not many good people in the blood clan."

John Watson stroked his palm silently, "I can't say for sure, but for now, I think I'll sleep for a while."

Sherlock smiled slightly, "Sleep, John, we'll be in Oxford in the evening."

"En." John Watson leaned to the side, leaning on his strong shoulder.

When John Watson opened his eyes, he heard a noisy sound from outside. Sherlock woke up earlier than him, and pressed his shoulder beside him, motioning him not to make a sound.

"What is it?" asked John Watson in a low voice.

"It is being interrogated by sentry soldiers. British officers and soldiers are investigating the origin of our team."

"Is it dark?"

"The sun went down an hour and a half ago."

"Great."

The officers and soldiers outside spoke with a London accent and were asking carefully, "Who is in the car?"

General Patton is still alive, with a bandage on his arm and hanging on his chest. His hypnosis has been lifted at some point, but he is willing to protect John Watson and Sherlock in the carriage. Saved most of his legions from the werewolf's clutches.

He said, "My friend."

"I'm sorry General, we have to let us see."

"No... it's inconvenient..." General Patton was about to stop them, but it was useless. The rigorous officers and soldiers came over, opened the car door with a clatter, put the torch into the car, and glanced at John Watson and Xia in the firelight. Locke's face.

John Watson huddled in the car, and one of the officers and soldiers with a short, round head poked out his round head from behind, his plump fingers supported his military cap, and a pair of metal-framed glasses on his round face looked at John Watson in surprise. born.

"Doctor Watson..." He greeted John Watson with a surprised tone, "My God, you are still alive!"

John Watson pushed aside the torch that was sticking into the carriage, and squinted his eyes to look at him. To be honest, this majestic uniform of officers and soldiers in red and black confused him. For a while, John Watson couldn't put him together with someone he knew stand up.

"It's me! Your colleague! Mike Stanford!" Stanford laughed heartily twice.

John Watson reacted quickly, "Why do you..."

"I voluntarily joined the army. There is no way. There is a shortage of personnel. Doctors in the army are very popular. I am a heartthrob now, and I am needed everywhere." Stanford looked at Sherlock Holmes behind him, and was stunned for a moment. Suddenly withdrew a warm smile, he and several other officers and soldiers who were interrogating took a step aside, allowing John Watson and Sherlock to get off the carriage and stand in front of them.

Stanford stared at John Watson intently, holding a piece of torch firmly in his hand. His eyes moved to the side and met Sherlock's eyes, but immediately lowered his eyelids, as if deliberately avoiding Sherlock's eyes. The power in the eyes.

"Dr. Watson...when...you became a vampire too." Stanford said hoarsely.

John Watson looked at him in astonishment.

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Thanks to (@双鱼宝贝) the brain hole of this children’s shoe for providing

The following ones are actually pretty good:

1 William was killed (Dad is an unkillable cockroach, I will let him continue to annoy Xiaoxia to death)

2 Xiaohua subdued Papa (...well, so this article should actually be renamed "Daddy is my little pet" or something)

3 Papa raised Xiaohua in captivity (wait! What about Xiaoxia!!)

I will explain in a serious, serious and scientific way later why vampires can transform into werewolves, this incredible supernatural phenomenon