Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

A burst of hard boot soles trampled on the iron stairs, making a noisy footsteps.

The door of the apartment clanged open, and John Watson stood between the cracks of the door, holding a weak candle. His background was pitch black, with a shadow of suspicion on his shoulders, and his pale face appeared hazy in the scorching and jumping firelight. tempting.

The officers and soldiers stood outside the door with guns in their hands. One of the guards came out and stood at the front, carefully peeping behind him. The rifle in his hand was ready to fire at any time. The depth of the room was as dark as the bottom of a lake, and the guards could not see it. Anything, he said gruffly, "I heard werewolf voices from a few blocks away, let me go in and check!"

John Watson blocked the door, and suddenly his eyes became very charming, deep, and exuded unspeakable tenderness.Like an extremely sexy stunner, he raised his eyelids and glanced at the captain of the guard, "it's not convenient to come in," he said calmly, "you heard it wrong, the voice didn't come from me, you should go to other places place."

The captain of the guard was stunned for a moment. He looked at John Watson's suffocatingly beautiful pupils, with a circle of diamond-like light shining on them. He nodded and said, "Yes, I also think I heard it wrong."

An officer behind him poked his head out to remind his officer, "No, boss, that's the direction the werewolf screamed from. Look, there's no light in his room..."

John Watson quickly glanced over, fixed on the face of this talkative officer and soldier, and said calmly: "Why don't you suggest that your officer go to the bar by the river for a drink on this beautiful full moon night? Leave this shabby place, never come here again.”

The officer and soldier quickly shut up, stared into his eyes, and his attitude softened all of a sudden, he echoed blankly, "Boss, let's have a drink..."

The group of people turned around and walked down the iron frame stairs collectively. The other officers and soldiers who were not hypnotized raised their heads, just in time to see John Watson showing a strange smile. After he closed the door safely, these officers and soldiers were very surprised , why is their boss so easy to dismiss today?A stranger with fair cheeks told him to go somewhere else, and he really went somewhere else, which was not the style of their rude captain of the guard.They were all guessing in a certain dangerous direction in their hearts. They thought that that person might be the vampire displaced by the war that was often heard recently.

John Watson walked back to the depths of the room holding the candlestick, Sherlock sat on the sofa and stared at him, John Watson kept improving, Sherlock noticed that John Watson has now become a qualified citizen of the night , the changes in his body became more and more obvious. Every time he looked at John Watson's naked body, he thought that John Watson had become whiter again, and his eyes had become more similar to himself, but there was no summer. The coldness in Locke's eyes was filled with an indescribable tenderness, which even John Watson himself could feel.

He became completely different from when he was a human being. He knew that it was the blood that made him change like this, and Sherlock knew this well. He thought to himself, if John Watson was nourished with blood for a long time, what would happen to him? What level will it advance to?His progress will definitely be faster, his beauty will be more dazzling, he will capture the soul of the opponent while catching people's attention, John Watson will be stronger until he catches up with Sherlock, or surpasses Sherlock.

John Watson came over, sat down next to Sherlock, and put the candlestick on the cabinet next to him. He and Sherlock looked at the large dog lying on the floor, it was wheezing and sticking out its tongue, its head Hanging down on the ground, it has maintained this posture for a long time without changing, because John Watson just ordered it to "Get down! Don't bark!"

So the werewolf didn't neigh again, only occasionally let out a weak whimper, which sounded pitiful.

John Watson raised one arm, raised it over his knee, and rested his chin. "What shall we do with it?"

"It will return to human form by dawn." Sherlock raised his hand, and rubbed it vigorously on the werewolf's furry head. The werewolf closed his eyes and whimpered weakly, as if he was very pleased with Sherlock's touch. Locke smiled, raised his other hand, and rubbed its cheek with both hands, "ah, how interesting, even if it doesn't change, it doesn't matter, we can keep a dog by our side as a once in a long eternity pastime."

Indeed, the werewolf in front of him looked like an overgrown, terrifyingly large dog.

John Watson looked at him like a ghost, "I never knew you liked dogs."

"I'm afraid we are going to move again." Sherlock changed the subject softly, he was not willing to admit his love for dogs, he said, "Those officers and soldiers must suspect that we have something to do with the so-called vampires, maybe they will make the vampires The hunters have come to harass us."

"But..." John Watson's voice suddenly fell silent, he hesitated for a long time before speaking, "I don't think those officers and soldiers will betray us to vampire hunters, just like Doctor Stanford said, now humans need to join hands with vampires to deal with it Common enemy, they need vampire power, maybe we can live together in peace. I'm tired of moving around."

"Then what should we do with this werewolf? After this full moon night passes, there will be another full moon night. If we continue to live in a densely populated city, it will show up sooner or later."

"But……"

"I understand, John, you want to stay in London to look for your family, let's take a risk, I don't care if I run into old friends like vampire hunters, since you want to stay, then stay." He said His voice sounded quite calm. Sherlock has been pampering John Watson very much recently, almost focusing on him. He does what he says, and doesn't think much about dangerous situations at all.

In the dimness of the room, Sherlock's gray eyes seemed to glow by themselves, and he reached across from the sofa and grabbed John Watson's arm.

"Come here." Sherlock said eagerly, grabbed John Watson's elbow, pulled him into his arms, and pressed his lips against it forcefully. Under the flickering light of the candle, John Watson came out of nowhere There were slight grunts and groans in the deep kiss.

Sherlock pressed him down heavily on the sofa, unbuttoned his collar, and kissed his collarbone affectionately.

John Watson hugged him, stroked his slender and perfect back, and whispered, "Maybe you want to taste my blood too?"

Sherlock looked up at him, a little surprised.

John Watson said in a soothing tone, "It's all right to suck my blood, at least tonight..." The offer sounded like a reward to Sherlock.

Sherlock's face twitched, he frowned, and then shook his head vigorously, "Don't tempt me like this. I said I won't suck your blood again..."

John Watson put his fingers into his curly hair and rubbed it gently, "I remember what you said, and I would agree with it before, but now, I always feel that it is unfair to you. You allow me to drink some blood bags, But you, you have been suppressing yourself with medicine and wine, you take me by your side, try not to make me feel lonely, I have nothing to repay you, even if you have a taste of my blood."

Sherlock tightened his face, pulled his lips into a straight line, and stared at him seriously under him. The werewolf groaned, lowered his head to his furry forelimbs, narrowed his eyes, and rested lazily under the sofa .

The whole house was silent, and the moonlight dragged the thin night mist to flow around the two of them. Sherlock slowly opened his beautiful lips like longing, and bloodthirsty desire was burning in his eyes. Under the cold light, John Watson tilted his head to the side, so that the line of his neck could be shown in front of Sherlock's nose as much as possible. His posture at the moment was so alluring.

Sherlock lowered his cheeks slowly, and gently scraped John Watson's delicious carotid artery profile with his sharp teeth, in exchange for a slight shudder.

Sherlock heard a voice, none other than his own, calling, "Sherlock Holmes, you must stop, you cannot do this."

Sherlock sat up suddenly as if he had just woken up from a dream, picked up the medicinal wine on the table, and gulped down half the bottle. He tried his best to shorten his fangs and hide them in his lips. He looked down at John Watson and said, "You Never have to repay me, let alone repay me in this way, I am willing to give, you don't need to sacrifice your blood to me. You are not my servant, never have been."

John Watson propped himself up from the sofa with a meltingly warm smile.Looking into his eyes, Sherlock saw again the innocent John Watson who stayed in the room and wanted to sacrifice blood to heal his wounds.

Resolute, bold, and gentle.

"Of course, John, I don't dislike your blood." Sherlock also responded with a smile, "Every part of your body suits my appetite."

Hearing this, John Watson sighed, "Okay then, let's guard William until dawn tonight."

Sherlock smiled and stood up, putting on his coat, "I don't have to guard him, you've hypnotized him, I'm relieved, I'll go outside to find some food to satisfy my hunger, and inquire about your family by the way. John , I promise you, I will do my best to help you find your lost family." After Sherlock finished speaking, he bent down and branded a shallow kiss on John Watson's forehead, and he left quickly. Quietly.

In silence, hours passed.

John Watson has been sitting on the sofa, with his back resting on the sofa cushions. He has nowhere to go, he can only hold his cheeks with his hands, and has been quietly watching the hypnotized werewolf. Measurement.

It was sticking out its tongue and licking the hair on its forelimbs boredly.

John Watson stretched out his hand and patted it on the head. It quickly raised its huge wolf head and put it on John Watson's lap in a very intimate way, sobbing obediently. Able to recognize John Watson in this state.In fact, if werewolves could continue to be so obedient, the army might not hate them so much.

Gradually at dawn, John Watson rested sleepily on the sofa, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that his head resting on his lap had recovered into a head of black and beautiful curly hair.

William slowly opened his eyes, his whole body was as pale and naked as a newborn baby, he raised his head to look at John Watson, without saying a word, just stared at John Watson, his eyes fell on John Watson's facial features .

In William's wide-open pale blue eyes, the last sliver of insane scarlet was fading, and John Watson could feel the werewolf's frenzied emotions breaking out of him.The outbursts of rage from the mad beast were fading fast.

William, looking dazed, as if abruptly awakened from a dream, sat on his lap, his eyes glinting dimly from time to time under his dark brows.

He propped up his naked body with his arms, his eyes were focused on John Watson's lips, and his fair face was close to John Watson.

"God... don't..." John Watson shrank back, afraid of what he was about to do next.

John Watson pushed him away with a force of refusal, let him sit on the sofa, and shook his head vigorously in front of him.

William frowned, "Really? Sherlock hasn't come back yet, he won't know."

"Even if he doesn't know, I won't do it, because once he knows, he will be sad." John Watson said firmly.

William froze beside him, looking embarrassed and disappointed, and then he said softly, "Thank you, you didn't let me run wild outside." Then William walked into the room to rest.

John Watson looked helpless at the back of him closing the door lonely. He once denied William's feelings for him, but now it seems that no matter how he denies it, it is an ironclad fact. William loves him and has intentions for him, but He could never and would not give William any definite response.

John Watson sat on the sofa for a few minutes, and chose to go back to his room. He took off his coat, leaving only a thin shirt on his body. He fell asleep weakly on the bed. Sherlock stood quietly in a shadow, gloomy Said: "If you hadn't pushed him away just now, I swear he would have fallen in a pool of blood."

John Hua sat up abruptly from the bed, looking at the direction he was speaking: "When did you come back?"

"Just as you dozed off, I stood in the dark for a while. Then he changed back into human form."

John Watson snorted dissatisfied with this, "Are you testing me? Are you worried about me, so you stand in the corner and watch me?"

Sherlock walked over, sat on the mattress, lifted his chin with his slender fingers, and looked at his expression carefully, "It's not like that, I'm not spying on you... I just... want to take a look at you quietly .”

John Watson clenched his lips, trying to find something else to contradict him, but he couldn't think of it. He only felt something churning in his stomach, and an inexplicable feeling swept through his body.Sherlock is so smart, strong, brave and invincible, and no matter how many long centuries he goes through, he will not die. It is such a blood clan who is omnipotent, called the king, and called the master, who is actually killed by John Wars Live toss around.

John Watson stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly, Sherlock curled up in his arms like a wounded person, ah, the years they will spend together are endless, what will become of the future, John Watson really couldn't figure it out.

"Last night, the army was trying their best to resist werewolves with bombs outside, causing casualties everywhere." Sherlock lay in his embrace, his voice was low and hoarse, "Both humans and werewolves suffered heavy losses."

"Are you OK."

"I was thinking about finding food, I wasn't overly involved, so I didn't get hurt."

"That's really great." John Watson stroked his shoulder blades with the most gentle palm in the world, and Sherlock squeezed into his arms forcefully, as if he was very afraid of losing John Watson, with unspeakable words Li Qi and him leaned against each other, and closed their eyes heavily.

The sun came out, and the time for the vampires to rest has come again.

The long day passed, and as the sun set, darkness slowly enveloped the earth. At this moment, nocturnal creatures would emerge from their hidden dwellings one after another.Those werewolves, zombies, living dead in the dark, vampires, and all kinds of other magical and weird nocturnal beasts will wake up quietly, with cruel faces and terrifying eyes, wandering around the land , looking for prey.

A few months later, with the end of spring and the arrival of summer, the British and German forces fell into a stalemate and protracted war. Land tanks are trying their best to crush the British capital. The living people here become the most unlucky victims. There are explosions everywhere, and the aftershocks caused by the explosions. Many foolish citizens who are unwilling to evacuate die up.

Half of the houses in the city were engulfed in flames, irreparably burning. It was nothing. Whenever the full moon night struck, the battle situation on the land would become more miserable and terrifying. Werewolves ran like crazy in the city and the countryside. Let's go, not only the UK, but other countries are also attacked by werewolves cruelly and mercilessly. They destroy houses and bite the living at the same time.

Here, military officers and kind and innocent citizens work hand in hand to defend the city of London to the death, and some nocturnal creatures that humans were originally afraid of are mixed with the forces of protection.

Under the silver light of the full moon, two vampires with mysterious whereabouts will always appear out of nowhere, covered in silver light, walking quickly among the savage wolves, moving extremely fast, and striking very decisively For some unknown reason, these two vampires tried their best to assist the army to eliminate werewolves. One of them always appeared in a long windbreaker, and the other had beautiful eyes that could refine the brilliance of stars and moons.

In the beginning, the number of vampires who were brave and selfless to help the army was very small. Gradually, for some reason, in the process of fighting werewolves, the number of vampires increased. Humans thought, maybe the proud vampires have had enough After the humiliation of being homeless that werewolf bestowed on them, they finally fought back. The vampire's fight against werewolves is nothing compared to the cowardly bullets of human beings.When their sharp claws tore open the werewolf's throat, the speed was dizzyingly fast, and the hot blood of the werewolf splashed in the air, and white foam bubbled out.

Of course, when the moon is full, William will also turn into a wolf. When John Watson needs to go out for a decisive battle, he will hypnotize him in advance and let him stay in the residence.But most of the time, John Watson was able to drive home with Sherlock in the middle of the night, waiting for him.

William, who became a werewolf, has been very quiet after being hypnotized, and basically does not cause trouble. When Sherlock is in the mood, he will bring back some fresh meat from outside to feed him, almost all of which are raw beef, sometimes mutton, and werewolves eat meat. Sex animals, and so are vampires.Vampires and werewolves also have similar characteristics, that is, they are also bloodthirsty by nature.

John Watson has never stopped searching for his family. On free nights other than the full moon night, whenever he is free, he and Sherlock wander the streets of London, including the slums, and continue to search for any clues. Sherlock's patience was very good, day after day, night after night, he accompanied him tirelessly, never made a single complaint of dissatisfaction, and never asked John Watson to give up this troublesome matter.

In the summer of the second year, John Watson consciously stopped this useless blanket search. He felt that the Watson family was no longer in London. They could be anywhere on the planet, and they could already be at war. died.

In the cruel war years, the existence of a good doctor is very precious, let alone a doctor who does not charge any consultation fees. John Watson, who has a kind heart, unexpectedly bought back his small clinic. It wasn't too badly blown up. His clinic, which was handed down from his ancestors, stood here as strong as ever. After the disappearance of old Watson, there was no one to take care of it, and it was occupied by humans with evil plans. Finally returned to the hands of his real master.

John Watson bought back the land deed, and it was not difficult for him to get a lot of money. He had a very powerful lover.He opened the door to practice medicine at night, and the medical expenses and operation fees were all free. This alone was attractive enough, and the reputation of his clinic spread all over London, and the wounded who came here crowded with his clinic director. This situation seems to have returned to the old glory days. At that time, John Watson was very famous in London, and all kinds of famous families rushed to ask him to come to see a doctor. It is the same now. She has a strong admiration for him, and the annoying competitor diagonally across the door has long since disappeared.

His former buddy had betrayed him and had broken him with a new clinic diagonally across the door.

But now no one recognizes who he used to be, no one remembers what kind of disturbance he caused, and the world has easily forgotten the episode of the medical accident.

In this way, the days passed year after year. He practiced medicine in the clinic at night and slept in the apartment during the day. Every month on the full moon night, after he went out to assist the army and came back, he would take a little time to watch William in the house. .

The operation of his clinic gradually stabilized. Due to the shortage of manpower, he recruited several nurses and assistants. At first, John Watson always thought that no one knew his true identity, and the patients and wounded were in his clinic like a pilgrimage. Shuttle back and forth is purely because the treatment here is free, and the funder responsible for investing money to maintain the clinic's expenses and operation is said to be the strong backer of the attending doctor, a mysterious and arrogant little nobleman.

That mysterious and arrogant little noble rarely appeared in the clinic, and few people had seen his true face.

John Watson was as hands-on as possible in every diagnosis and treatment in the clinic. He took the trouble to take the pulse of every patient himself, whether it was an old and dull old man or a stinking and dirty man from the slums. poor.

On this night, the weather was getting colder and it was late autumn. A patient was sitting in a chair in the consulting room, resting his arms on the table and rolling up his sleeves. John Watson picked up the syringe and drew a little from his body Blood came out, and further blood tests were planned.

Looking at the blood on the forehead of the needle tube, John Watson felt the hunger in his stomach. He was scraping his stomach fiercely, causing him to convulse, and his esophagus had a burning sensation.How he wanted to taste a fresh living blood.

John Watson no longer resists blood. This is what the war taught him. He realizes that his survival as a healer has a great effect, and the value he can create is very high. He originally loved life, and now He felt that his life was strongly needed, and John Watson no longer resisted the blood-sucking instinct. He felt that his blood-sucking behavior was nothing compared to the atrocities of werewolves.

He wants to survive, survive well, and save more people.

The man looked at John Watson greedily staring at the blood in the syringe, and suddenly said enthusiastically, "Doctor, you are welcome."

"What?" John Watson recovered from the alluring color of blood, and stared at him blankly holding a glass syringe. Although this man came from a humble background, he had three-dimensional features, was handsome, and his face was a little anemic. The clothes are neat and clean, giving people a good impression of being comfortable.

"I can tell who a vampire is..." He pretended to be profound and said, "I have to tell you the truth. At present, I have only one vampire in my family... Now the world is so bad, werewolves are doing evil everywhere, and there is a vampire in the family. The vampire is more at ease, but it is not easy to keep him, I have to nourish him with blood." As the patient said, he unbuttoned his turtleneck shirt, revealing two deep drops of blood on his neck. There was a crazy light in his eyes: "I am a servant of the blood race. There is a contract between us. I promise to give him blood, and he also promises to give me a ceremony one day. I know that the blood race never deceives people easily. , especially not to deceive their servants."

"Oh?" muttered John Watson, "what on earth do you mean by saying all this to me all of a sudden?"

The patient blinked at him slyly, "Look, there is a shortage of materials and food, and human beings are about to be extinct in wars, and our blood has become very rare and precious. Nowadays, vampires don't even mention domesticating a vampire that looks so good. Good and nutritious servant, it’s not easy to even take a sip of the blood of a living person. You must have not tasted the hot blood just released from the human body for a long time. You must miss the temperature of the blood. "

As soon as his words fell, John Watson swallowed hungrily, and there was a gurgle in his throat, and the movement was so shocking that even he himself jumped.

There were furtive rustling sounds in the storage room, two figures hid in the narrow storage room, a bright light bulb was shining above their heads, and only the black shadow of the patient was cast on the wall.

John Watson lowered his head attentively, holding the blood bag in one hand. A transparent plastic hose was connected to the opening of the blood bag. Blood as thick as black and red syrup flowed through the tube. At the other end of the tube was installed a To take the blood needle, John Watson waited patiently for the blood to slowly fill the entire blood bag before pulling out the needle from the patient's arm.

"You really don't need to sip from my neck yourself?" The patient pressed the needled place with cotton.

John Watson answered him perfunctorily, shook his head, and impatiently pulled out the needle on the hose, allowing him to suck the blood in the blood bag through this long hose.

Ahhh... how delicious.John Watson felt happy in his heart.

Before he could take a few sips, there was a sudden knock on the door of the storage room, "John? Are you inside?" A familiar low voice echoed outside. How could Sherlock Holmes, who seldom shows up in front of people, suddenly kill him tonight? ?

John Watson almost choked, he coughed, and quickly hid the blood bag behind his back.

The door of the storage room opened just at this moment, and Sherlock stood outside and looked at him, "John? What are you doing hiding here?" Sherlock glanced at the patient, without showing any doubt on his face.

John Watson pleaded, "I'm coming to get some medicine."

"Then what is he doing here?" Sherlock questioned the patient.

"he……"

"The doctor came to get the medicine for me, and I came to help."

Sherlock squinted at him for a moment, then closed the door, and a full half a minute passed before John Watson mustered up the courage to take out the blood bag, sighed in front of the patient, as if grateful that he had escaped, He was putting his mouth back on the pipe when the storage room door opened again.

Sherlock put his hand on the doorknob, looked at him with an inexplicable look, then snorted coldly, and walked away.

John Watson hurriedly stuffed the blood bag into the pocket of his white coat, abandoned the patient in the storage room who had generously donated blood to him, and followed Sherlock.He walked so fast that John Watson had to trot to walk beside him.

"Sherlock..."

"Huh?" Sherlock answered him, with a nonchalant expression on his face.

"Don't you want to say something?"

"Say something," Sherlock stopped, tilting his head to look at him, "I just happened to pass by your clinic tonight, so I just stopped by to see how you work."

"Did you see everything just now?"

"I saw it, but it's no big deal."

"It's nothing...is it a big deal?" John Watson asked him in fear, "but you have always opposed blood-sucking..."

"I still oppose it, but since you didn't hurt anyone, I will spare you tonight. I am still improving my medicinal wine formula. One day, I will let you, a converted blood race, no longer be led by blood The nose went."

John Watson pursed his lips tightly and said after a long time, "Then... I can go on..."

"If you want to drink the blood bag, I won't stop you."

John Watson scratched the hair on the back of his head embarrassingly, "...Sherlock, what have you been up to all night?"

"I went to the brewery, and my medicinal wine is almost gone. I have to prepare some storage. You have to work late, and I'll wait for you in the apartment." Sherlock looked at him, and then said nothing. Say no more and leave.

In the fourth year of the war, news came that his colleague Stanford had died in a rescue operation. John Watson read the obituary in the newspaper and couldn't breathe for a while.

When Stanford's body was transported back to his native Oxford, Sherlock agreed to go with him to the funeral.Although John Watson is already a vampire, he still has a human heart made of flesh.He left a bouquet of flowers in memory of Stanford's tombstone.The dumpy doctor who once sat with him on the train and laughed and listened to him tell about a certain train running on the abandoned railway, he made a dedicated contribution to saving lives, may he rest in peace under Jiuquan.

A few days later, on a certain evening, Sherlock woke up earlier than him, and had already gone out to look for food. They still needed human food to fill their stomachs so that they would not feel so unbearably hungry. Scarce food often has to run around, which makes John Watson very distressed.

Suddenly, John Watson was awakened by a knock on the door in his deep sleep. He received an urgent telegram that a patient had a sudden illness at home. It was very urgent. Someone had already been sent to summon him in the afternoon. , but there was no answer to the knock on his apartment door, until now he woke up from a deep sleep.

After reading the telegram, John Watson hurriedly put on his clothes, picked up the medicine box and went out. He forgot a very important thing.

This night is a full moon night.

William scratched the sheets in pain in the room, he was undergoing a transformation.

The author has something to say:

Ah, sorry, I didn't expect my sister to wait until the next chapter to come out to make soy sauce

As for what will happen to the werewolf

It will be answered tomorrow

Chapter 77

Hey, hey, I have children's shoes. I wonder how the author's gender can be like this. How obvious is my gender?

let me introduce myself

My pen name is: AngElplus (for some convulsion-type obsessive-compulsive disorder reasons, A and E must be capitalized, otherwise I will roll to the floor if I make a mistake)

The name means angel and plus (so my gender is obvious hahaha)

As for my attribute: Is it absolutely offensive? Is it necessary to say, but I have an M-type physique.

Then I recently became a blood servant, and as the article comes to an end, my conversion is coming soon