Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Part1

Sherlock was running on the street, the scorching sun was nothing to him, he was sweating, and the sweat slid down his cheeks, he had a superhuman will, but dragged his mortal body helplessly, he wished he could run Go faster, and if you can pass these cars around you, it can't be better.

He took out his mobile phone to locate John Watson, the abandoned factory building in front of him, 300 meters away from him, thank God it was not too far away, his heart was about to beat wildly, one was because of running, and the other was because of him Worry about John Watson.

The worry burned him.

Sherlock leaned on the railing of the flyover, took a stride, jumped over the bridge, and stood on the bulge outside the bridge. Lestrade sat on the passenger seat of the police car, his eyes were straight when he was in the car, and he murmured He said: "What is that desperate idiot doing, there are all traffic coming and going under the overpass."

Sherlock stared straight ahead, staring at the continuous flow of traffic under his feet. Although the human body has limits, he didn't care at all. John Watson was waiting for him to come to the rescue. The situation was extremely urgent. If his roommate injured a Finger, he swore that he would fight the kidnapper with his life.

Lestrade couldn't help raising his hand to cover his eyes on the sidewalk, "Oh God, what the hell is he going to do?" Lestrade looked at him through his fingers, and Donovan carefully beat Steering the wheel, to be honest, her mind was also on Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock took a deep breath, stretched his arms outside the bridge, and then jumped towards the roof of a bus like a giant black crow. There was a loud bang, and Lestrade immediately screamed in the car, "He's still there!" alive!"

"Ah... I don't know... It's too far away and I can't see clearly..." Donovan looked at the middle of the road with his head probed.

A few seconds later, a proud figure stood on the roof of the bus, with the back of the windbreaker fluttering in the wind behind him, extremely chic, with eyebrows frowned on his handsome face, watching the surroundings that only he can see and others can't. Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief before he could move his fingers away from his face.

Sherlock jumped a few times, scurrying on various moving/car roofs, he used this method to cross to the underground driveway, climbed along the edge of the road with both hands, and the figure disappeared all of a sudden. It is a shortcut. According to the conventional route, he must walk down the spiral staircase from the overpass in a serious manner, then stand slowly at the intersection and wait for the red light, then cross the road, and then pass the entrance of the parking lot honestly, along the Only a slope can be used to enter the underground driveway. In this way, John Watson would have died long ago.

Sherlock ran into the abandoned factory in a blink of an eye. He felt that his lungs were about to explode in his body, and his breathing was extremely uncomfortable. As if his throat was on fire, Sherlock staggered into the depths of the dim factory building, here The light in the room was very dark, the sun could not be seen, and there was a smell of dust everywhere. He took out a flashlight from his pocket, turned it on, and shone it forward. Then he raised a sleeve to cover his nose, blocking the choking dust.

His John was actually imprisoned in such a crappy place, Sherlock had already planned how to punish the kidnapper in his heart, he would definitely treat that girl like a hairy crab, tie him up and sink him in the River Thames to rinse.

"John..." Sherlock tentatively called out, his voice echoed one after another in the empty factory building, which seemed very strange.

Some rustling noises came from his left hand side, Sherlock turned around quickly, put his other hand into his pocket, and held the pistol/gun, he raised the flashlight, and waited for the footsteps that could not be more light When the sound moved to his eyes, Sherlock immediately pulled out/released/the gun, pressed the safety, and pointed the black muzzle straight at the person coming.

Under the bright light of the flashlight, John Watson's pale face appeared in front of him. Sherlock put away the gun in a panic and rushed over. John Watson fell forward weakly and fell into his strong arms.

"John! John!" Sherlock called him anxiously, patting his cheek to try to wake him up.

John Watson looked parched, with chapped lips, and looked at him weakly, "Sherlock...is that you? Is it really you?"

"Are you hurt?" Sherlock asked briefly.

John Watson raised a hand and pulled his collar feebly. Sherlock gently broke his chin, exposing his side neck. At this moment, Sherlock's pupils contracted violently. He felt an inexplicable fear, two glaring small blood holes were left on the surface of John Watson's carotid artery.

"What is this..." Sherlock felt his lips tremble.

John Watson couldn't answer him, he had lost consciousness and passed out.

Part2

After 3 hours of examination.

Sherlock stood outside the ward, listening to the attending doctor talking nonsense with a medical record, he said, "Ah... Detective, I really don't know what to say to you, anyway, this is very weird Case, where is Mr. Watson... well, he has a kind of... slow heartbeat."

Sherlock looked at these low-intelligence creatures coldly, and repeated, "Slow heartbeat?"

"The test result was 1 beats per minute."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean..."

"I can't tell. I have exhausted all kinds of equipment for testing. I suspect that the equipment is malfunctioning. Maybe I should transfer to another hospital for another physical examination. Moreover, his blood is not normal."

"Not normal?" Sherlock felt like an idiot at the moment, repeating the nonsense of these idiots.

"Ah, some elements that should be there are missing, but it is very strange that apart from these, his body is very, very healthy, and it can be said that he is unscathed."

Sherlock really wanted to make an exaggerated "scared", but he felt that this would affect his image of a genius, "What does it mean to be unscathed, he hurt his neck, didn't he?"

"Anyway, you should go in and have a look first." The doctor was extremely distressed, and made way for Sherlock to go in alone.

Sherlock pushed open the door of the ward, and then closed it. He looked at John Watson, who was sitting on the head of the bed. His heart sank. John Watson's face was unusually pale, and his usual rosy/ruddy face was completely different. , but this pale but not sickly white, faintly revealed a trace of indescribable beauty/feeling, as if the extremely beautiful hoarfrost covered him in the cold winter, Sherlock felt that he was like a citizen who walked out of the ice and snow border.

Sherlock came to the bed, sat down on the round stool used for visiting patients, and looked him up curiously.

John Watson seemed embarrassed by him, he forced a smile, "Sherlock, I don't know why, I seem to be fine."

"Hmph." Sherlock reached out, held his face in his hands, and twisted him back and forth. Sherlock was surprised to find that the two small blood holes he witnessed 3 hours ago had completely disappeared out of thin air. , "Where's your wound?" Sherlock encountered such a difficult scene for the first time. He tore the button of John Watson's hospital gown forcefully, ripped off his collar completely, and put his fingers on his whole body. Searching on the neck and collarbone, there is no, there is no scar, and... the hand/feel is strangely soft/smooth... John Watson's skin is softer and smoother than before, very white/fair.

Sherlock tugged at his collar in surprise, unable to move, and froze in front of John Watson.

John Watson muttered, "Are you going to strip me naked in this hospital bed, Holmes?"

"But..." Sherlock let go of him slowly in disbelief. The genius with a bright head was actually at a loss for words, "I saw you hurt with my own eyes. I will never be wrong."

John Watson clenched his lips tightly, and it took a long time before he let go and said, "Sherlock...I don't know if I should tell you...my teeth are not quite right..."

"What teeth?" Sherlock came over again, held his cheeks, and opened his mouth with a strong desire to find out. John Watson's upper gums had two buck teeth inexplicably. No, these are not buck teeth, Xia Locke ran his fingertips along the sharp tips of his teeth, the teeth of a beast.

John Watson pushed him away, "That's enough! I'm not a little rabbit on your lab bench, and I don't need to touch it."

"How do you feel?"

John Watson was silent for a while, then looked at him, and said with a strange expression, "I feel great." While speaking, his eyes shone like broken diamonds, like a bright silver moon shining on his irises. His gaze was like a long river, and Sherlock could easily get lost in it.

Sherlock swallowed, wondering if it was an illusion, he felt that John Watson had become more beautiful.

Part3

It was already dark.

Sherlock walked out of the hospital building with him, and he looked back at John Watson uneasily, "Are you sure you don't need to stay for a few more days and be hospitalized for observation?"

John Watson shook his head vigorously behind him, "I don't like the hospital, I want to go home."

Sherlock said he understood, he stopped a taxi, let John Watson sit in it first, and then went in himself. Sitting next to John Watson, Sherlock noticed that his roommate's nails were unconsciously It became sharp, sharp, hard, and shone coldly.

Sherlock didn't say anything about it, he buried all doubts in his heart, and the sharp claws looked full of danger.

But John Watson seemed to have a mind-reading ability. He turned his head and stared at Sherlock with deep and hazy eyes, "If you mind, I will cut my nails with nail clippers when I get home."

Sherlock frowned twice, and John Watson had no choice but to say frankly, "I can't lie to you, Sherlock. When I woke up, I found that I could hear what was in your heart, and I could hear every What people say in their hearts."

Impossible, this is simply a fantasy, this is a trick played by John Watson in an attempt to make Sherlock feel flustered.

"No, Sherlock, how can I have this ability to tease you, which time do I scare you every Halloween? Every time I fail, I can really hear the voice in your heart very clearly, just like in It's the same as what I said in my ear." John Watson looked at him very sincerely, every word was sincere, and he couldn't tell that he was lying.

Sherlock was a little frightened. He tried his best to stabilize his emotions so that he still looked like the big detective who was in charge of the overall situation. Sherlock clenched a fist, put it on the car window, and put it next to his lips. If John Watson It was terrible to be able to read into his heart, and there were secrets in his heart that John Watson should not know.

Suddenly, I heard John Watson laughing beside me, "I already knew about your gauche, even before today."

Sherlock turned back and asked, "That little bear in your head circling the garden told you?"

John Watson blinked, Sherlock had a dizzy illusion, he felt trapped by the sight, John Watson said, "No, it's what you usually show, Sherlock, I've Just know you can't live without me. You love me."

The moment he was seen through, Sherlock's heart skipped a beat. He stared at John Watson, and John Watson also stared at him. Sherlock suddenly felt dizzy and dizzy. Landing involuntarily towards John Watson, Sherlock lowered his body in the carriage, with one hand resting on the backrest in front, and his lips were branded on John Watson's.

This is their first kiss since they met and lived together for a year and a half.

John Watson closed his eyes tightly, Sherlock felt a sharp threat cut his lips, he slowly withdrew John Watson's lips, and raised his fingers to stroke the surface of his stinging lips , a smear of bright red blood bloomed on his fingertips.

John Watson also stared at the blood on his lips/valves in a daze, a trace of crazy greed flashed in his eyes, the terrible flame burned deep in John Watson's pupils, Sherlock was surprised to find that John Watson's retina He was rapidly congesting blood, and his teeth had also grown longer, faintly floating out of his lips. Sherlock stared at the unbelievable picture, and John Watson changed into a face full of killing in a few seconds.

He stuck out his tongue and licked/licked the blood belonging to Sherlock on his teeth, and said happily: "It's so sweet, your blood." John Watson's eyes turned red with anger, "I'm so thirsty .” He seemed a little impetuous.

The car stopped.

Sherlock dragged him into 221B, and pressed him on the sofa on the 2nd floor. John Watson was clenching his fists, his nails piercing his palm, and the blood gushed out continuously, seeping through his fingers. crashed on the carpet.

"Tie me! Sherlock! Quick!" John Watson shouted struggling, his expression looked extremely painful, his fangs had grown to his jaw.

Sherlock tightened his upper body against the back of the sofa with a belt, and John Watson threw his head up and yelled at the ceiling, "God, I'm so thirsty! Give me something to drink!"

Sherlock rushed into the dining room, knocking over a pile of glasses in a hurry. He poured a large glass of water, bypassed all the furniture, hurriedly brought it to John Watson's lips, and poured it all in.

"It's useless! The water is useless!" John Watson twisted his body on the sofa, exerting all his energy. "My stomach hurts! My throat hurts too! It's like my body is on fire!"

Sherlock saw that the extremely tough belt split under his struggle, he held John Watson's arms, "John! Be sober! Let's go back to the hospital!"

"I have to drink something... I want something to drink... I'm dying of thirst..." John Watson tore the belt at this moment, raised his hands trembling, and grabbed Sherlock's neck , "I want you... Sherlock..."

With unimaginable wrist strength, Sherlock felt suffocated, and his neck bone was about to be broken in the palm of John Watson.

Part4

Sherlock realized that if he didn't make up his mind, John Watson would break his neck. Sherlock grabbed his collar and threw him against the wall. John Watson Fell over the fireplace, but he didn't fall right away, John Watson was in a terrible position, defying the laws of gravity.

As soon as John Watson touched the wall, he immediately clamped the picture frame on the wall with both hands. The whole person crawled on it like a spider. Sherlock saw that his eyes were so red that they were about to bleed. Sherlock quickly went to After a few steps back, when he came to the desk, he glanced at his coat pocket, remembering that there was a pistol/gun full of bullets in the pocket, Sherlock put his hand into the pocket, and the pulp of his finger just touched the hard The butt of the gun, he gritted his teeth but stopped.

He couldn't do it, he couldn't do it with John Watson at gunpoint.

John Watson flew towards him like a leopard, his nails that were as sharp as a sword swept across the air, Sherlock stood still, he opened his arms, John Watson's original ferocious face showed a trace of surprise, he immediately Withdrawing the tip of his claws, he fell into Sherlock's arms, and Sherlock hugged him tightly.

John Watson looked very surprised. He leaned against Sherlock's arms and whispered in his ear hoarsely and painfully, "Why don't you run? Push me away, Sherlock, go outside the apartment and find the police , Even if you shoot/shoot me, I'm going crazy...I keep imagining the picture of killing people...I'm thirsty for blood...It's terrible..."

Instead, Sherlock hugged him even tighter, "John, I don't care what you become now, I won't leave you."

John Watson tormented and scratched his clothes between his arms, and Sherlock's coat cracked, "Ah... Sherlock... you don't understand... how I feel right now... I think... I want your blood, I don't know why...the hunger in my heart...I'm so hungry...God, I'm going crazy..." John Watson repeated his near-crazy words over and over again state.

Sherlock felt that John Watson's body was so cold. Sherlock tried hard to search for the warmth and heat of John Watson from above, but he couldn't find it. When he was in the hospital, he had already found that John Watson's skin had lost all John Watson's back was chilled, and his fingers were as cold as ice. When he kissed his lips just now, Sherlock had already shivered because of his cold.

He was like a corpse, a living dead.Sherlock couldn't help thinking about these weird aspects subconsciously.

However, before he was allowed to think too much, John Watson tore off the collar of his shirt, "Sherlock...I...can't help it..."

Due to the heavy force pressed by John Watson, Sherlock suddenly couldn't stand still. He fell backwards, knocked over the sundries on the desk, and the things rolled to the ground. Locke was pulled down by him again, and their legs were entangled, causing confusion. The world spun in front of him, and the scene changed. Sherlock found that he was lying at the foot of the coffee table, John Watson was lying on him, and the two long His fangs gleamed coldly, only a millimeter from his carotid artery.

Sherlock grabbed his waist, trying to push him away. At this second, there was a strong pain on his neck, and Sherlock snorted dissatisfiedly. When he opened his eyes again, his vision was blurred. , The surrounding scenery was spinning in his eyes, and he fell into a hallucination, a wonderful and indescribable hallucination.

He gradually lost his strength, his limbs went numb, Sherlock's hands were loosened from his waist, and they were limp on both sides of his body, he could still hear the whistle from the street and the noise of passers-by, and what was clearer was the ear/ There was a gurgling and swallowing sound coming from below.

The pain disappeared from his body, Sherlock's whole body was covered with an incomparably wonderful dream, John Watson hugged his shoulders tightly, Sherlock felt as if he was floating on the thin ice of the sea and drifting with the current, he was looking for a way out in the half-dream and half-awake haze, he Looking at the blurry front, there is only one face, Sherlock can only see the picture of this face, his eyebrows, his nose, and the curve of his thin lips and jawline are all rooted in Sherlock's heart Deep down, that person is John Watson, and he will never forget the owner of this face in his life.

Eighteen months after they met by chance at Barts Medical College, John Watson leaned over him to suck blood.

Sherlock trembled his fingers slightly, he heard the sound of dripping water from the faucet, tick tock, time was passing, he felt his tongue became dry, sticking to the surface of his parched palate, and his breathing became tired, and his heartbeat slowed down. Faint.

He felt that he was going to die, dying in John Watson's arms, Sherlock tried his best to raise his right hand, raising one arm seemed to take his whole life's strength, and he gently covered the back of John Watson's head with his palm , I wanted to call his name in my throat, but I couldn't speak any words.

Life was dying from his body.

Sherlock closed his tired eyelids drowsily.

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