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When The Improbable Is True, Chapter 3Chapter 3: Of Monsters and DetectivesWhen The Improbable Is True, Chapter 3 by DragonHaven42
A box arrived at 221b and John hurried down to get it. He carried it, hands shaking, to the kitchen. He shuffled through it until he pulled out a bag of blood and plunged his fangs into it greedily. Sherlock often ordered organs and John had volunteered to do it for him. Now he had fresh healthy blood for the first time in a long time. He put down the empty bag and put the organs away before grabbing a second one.
He was growing fond of the human, he mused. He had taken up a personal oath to protect the detective, but nothing more. Humans died so quickly, so easily.
Despite this casual relationship some of his scent lingered on the detective. It annoyed the hound. It was quite amusing to watch the DI try to stand close to the detective at crime scenes only for Sherlock to move closer to him.
Mike had asked if he had claimed Sherlock. Claimed Sherlock Holmes, John laughed to himself. It was because of that run in with a siren, he was sure. He felt a
When The Improbable Is True, Chapter 2Chapter 2: Detective Inspector LycanthropeWhen The Improbable Is True, Chapter 2 by DragonHaven42
John Watson was in a cab on his way to 221b clutching hand warmers. Even though he had blood flow and a pumping heart he was always deathly cold. The cab pulled up to the curb and he stepped out and walked to the door. Just as he was about to knock on the door he heard the detective’s voice behind him.
“Ah, Mr. Holmes.” He said turning and holding out a hopefully warm hand.
“Sherlock, please.” requested the other man shaking it.
Too old fashioned. John sighed and followed him into the house.
John was surprised by how much Sherlock loved murder. Humans usually feared death and mortality, but this one seemed to embrace it, even adore it. The elegant man was pacing around energetically recounting the details of a potential murder spree, and with each word the scents of dopamine and serotonin grew stronger.
Suddenly the vampire smelt something that distracted from Sherlock’s speech. There was something discretel
When The Improbable Is True, Chapter 1Chapter 1: A Not So Sweet DreamWhen The Improbable Is True, Chapter 1 by DragonHaven42
John Watson heard gunfire and twitched in his sleep. A voice was calling his name. “John! We have a man down!” He turned towards it peering through the dusty air and felt some one tackle him. Dazed, John tried to make sense of what was happening. When his eyes got back into focus he saw a man above him raising a rough cut wooden stake.
“Perkins, what the hell are you doing?” Another soldier shouted.
The man on top of John replied, “Back up, he is a monster. I am doing the whole damn squad a favor.”
John wriggled and hissed, his arms trapped to his sides between the man’s thighs. Perkins brought the stake down as another soldier lunged at him. The wood missed his heart and plunged deep into his shoulder.
The vampire let out a roar of pain as a man shouted, “You hurt the bloody doctor!”
John jerked awake from the nightmare fangs bared and breathing heavy. He was curled in the fetal position clutching hi
Miss MeTired after a long day of work Lestrade headed towards the door pulling on his coat. He was about to turn off the light to his office when the computer flickered on. The DI frowned and walked over to it. The screen was open to his email and he had over fifty unopened messages, which only deepened his confusion. The last thing he had done had been open his emails. A new one appeared as he was thinking this and he clicked on it.Miss Me by DragonHaven42
It contained only five words, “Who the hell are you?”
Brow creased he opened the next one,
“Is that Sherlock Holmes?”
He scrolled down to the first unopened email titled “Miss Me?” It had been sent from his email address, but he hadn't sent it. There was no text, just a video that began playing on its own. It seemed to be fuzzy security footage.
The quality suddenly sharpened and Lestrade could make out two people. One of them dove towards the other and knelt down to unzip his jacket. Lestrade’s eyes widened when a famili
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