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Vampires On B-Baker Street-Chapter 6

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Sherlock grunted as another fist made contact with his ribs. The instincts in his entire being was telling him to defend himself, to attack these cowards, but he knew that if he did then Mrs. Hudson and Jane would be killed. When Jane was called into Surgery Sherlock had hit a dead end and decided to head back to the flat. But, upon entering the flat, he was greeted by three Werewolves sitting calmly in the sitting room. He knew that they must have snuck in while Mrs. Hudson was busy for she did not warn him of any guests. The detective’s mind quickly devised a plan of attack if needing to do so, but the plan came to a halt when they spoke.
The presumable leader stated that if he were to attack them then Jane would be as good as dead. They had a Werewolf following her that was waiting for the signal to attack. Of course Sherlock had made a contract with her, but the contract could only protect her from other Vampires. A quick glance around the room explained that she had also left her Sig Sauer in the container she had hidden it in. Jane had the ability to fight back, but against a Werewolves strength...
The Vampire asked what they had wanted. The smug Werewolves explained that they had been the ones behind the Vampire murders. Apparently they had only murdered the Vampires to gain Sherlock’s attention. They even drained them of their blood from their hearts to make it seem interesting.
‘It was tedious,’ He had said. ‘but worth it to finally get to the full-blooded pest.’
The leader then explained that they wanted to kill him. Sherlock would have laughed at their words if he had not been worried about Jane. One of the Beta’s said that if he were to say no then the Werewolf following her would tear her to shreds. The detective had agreed,but only if he was able to make sure that she was safe.
When Jane returned, Sherlock made her fall asleep. He despised having to use his controlling ability on his friend, but he had to.

Another blow to the ribs made his head slump forward. A Beta walked forward and yanked his head up by his hair before standing back next to his leader. Sherlock could see the silver blade, tainted by the blood of other Vampires, in the hands of the Alpha. He knew that this was the last step to ensure his death. The detective watched as the leader took aim of the Vampire’s heart. He then released the blade letting it fly through the air, headed towards its target.
Just as the blade neared Sherlock’s heart a loud bang sounded through the air. At the same time the silver blade shattered in mid flight, its pieces scattering across the floor.
*Bang! Bang!*
Two more shots sounded as the two Beta’s fell to the ground. Each one had been shot and now lay motionless on the soggy concrete.
“Don’t shoot or else the Vampire dies!” The Alpha shouted as he now aimed a gun at the injured Vampire.
“I wouldn’t if I were you.”
Sherlock and the Alpha watched as Jane emerged from the darkness, her gun aimed steadily at the leader. Her usually sparkling eyes were calm and determined as she watched the Werewolf. The Alpha’s eyes widened at seeing her.
“H-How did you-”
“Find you?” She interrupted. “I was a little lost at first, but after a bit of persuasion, (and a bit of threatening to his life) your friend was kind enough to tell me everything.”
Jane walked a bit closer.
“If you shoot Sherlock I’ll simply shoot you. Now, which do you value? Your hatred towards Vampires? Or you life? Your choice.” She stated calmly as if the choice was simple.
The Alpha looked to her, then back to the wounded Vampire. He tried to think of any way to escape, but found that this soldier was ready to shoot and shoot to kill. Despite her warning, the male squeezed the trigger. Keeping to her word, Jane shot the Werewolf square in the forehead. His body fell limply to the ground.
“I told you.”
Jane then lowered her gun and placed it back into her holster. She quickly ran over to the two Beta’s that lay limply on the concrete. Sherlock was baffled as he watched her put paranormal issued handcuffs on both of them.
“Don’t worry,” She stated, knowing that Sherlock was watching. “they’re not dead. I only shot to disable them. They passed out from shock.” She then continued to explain all the events up to now as she started to undo his bindings. “Once I caught the Werewolf that was following me, I called Lestrade and they now have him at Scotland Yard. I was able to talk him out of letting me have a few pairs of the paranormal handcuffs. Speaking of Scotland Yard, they should get here soon.”
Jane was now trying to help him get out of the chair he had been tied to. Her hand barely brushed against his ribs as the Vampire gave out a painful hiss. She quickly retracted her hand, deciding it would be better for him to stay seated. He most likely had a broken rib or so. The detective was covered in lacerations and stab wounds, none fatal luckily. She had gotten there just in time.
“Bloody hell Sherlock,” She sighed, rubbing a hand down her face. “how did you end up in such a mess?”
“I had to.” His voice cracked pitifully as he spoke. “They would've killed you if I hadn’t.”
He winced at the pain simple breathing caused to his ribs. Jane’s slight aggravation faded away to pure concern.
“The ambulance should get here soon.” She tried to reassure him.
The Vampire simply shook his head as much as he could without aching.
“No. They can’t treat me.”
“Sherlock, you know they have doctors that specialize in the category of paranormal care.”
“No.” He repeated. “You already know that Vampires do not heal like a normal human would. They have an amazing healing ability, right. Well, that is what is wrong with me. You know that my Vampire bloodline goes farther back than any other pure bloods. That gives us amazing abilities as well, but there’s a catch. My family doesn’t have the healing abilities of a normal Vampire. It was told to be a curse handed down my family bloodline. The only way for us to heal at a great speed is to drink the blood of another being. Wether it be human or not. That is why I left early in the morning when you found me as an injured feline. I had to return to my flat and drink the blood I had stored in my fridge. It took a while since it was not fresh, but my wounds were gradually healed. If I’m sent to a hospital then they will simply make me drink the packaged blood and wait to see the wounds heal. I need...fresh blood.”
Sherlock watched as Jane seemed to think his words over. He hoped that she would see reason and not send him to the accursed hospital. He was about to explain that he could drink the blood of one of the Beta’s, but stopped as he felt his body being moved. Sherlock winced at the pain of the movement, but tried to ignore it, wondering what the doctor was doing. He soon found himself kneeling before the doctor, his head resting on her shoulder. She had undone the top two buttons of her jumper and suit shirt to reveal her neck.
“Jane...”
“You can drink my blood, okay?” She spoke calmly even though he could sense a bit of timidness.
“Are you sure?” He asked, despite being immensely tempted to go on right ahead and drink the doctor’s blood. She nodded her head.
“Yes. I know it will hurt, but I’m not just going to sit around and let you suffer. Besides, I know how much you hate the hospital. I’ll never hear the end of it if I send you to one.”
The Vampire chuckled, wincing at the pain once again.
“Now,” She spoke calmly. “go on ahead. I’ll be fine.”
Sherlock repositioned himself so that his hands rested on her shoulders. He then brought his mouth closer to where her neck and shoulder connected. The detective felt unsure. What if she was just lying and she was actually very terrified? But he would have been able to read that easily. His thoughts were interrupted by a gentle, reassuring, hand being placed on the center of his back. Sherlock rested his fangs on her skin.
“Thank you.”
He then eagerly bit into her skin. He immediately felt her tense up, but she quickly relaxed, trying to not pay attention to the pain. Sherlock drank up the warm blood. It was definitely different from any other blood he had ever tasted. It of course was coppery, but the copper taste was overtaken by a strange sweetness. He could not quite explain it, but her blood had this...brightness to it. As if it was made of light. It made him feel stronger, his wounds healing faster and whatever was broken fixing itself. He soon felt that all of his wounds were healed. Not wanting to take more blood then necessary (despite the addictive taste) he removed his fangs from her neck, lapping up the excess blood.
He looked down at the doctor who looked back at him with a tired smile.
“Your wounds are healed.” Her words slurred as she spoke. “That’s good.”
“Are you okay?” He asked, taking in her dizzy appearance.  
“ ‘m fine. Jus’ a little tired.”
Sherlock started to wonder just how much blood did he drink from her. Slight disorientation was expected, but not like this. He must have drunken much more then he had planned to.
“Okay Jane, let’s go back to the flat. You need to rest from the lack of blood.”
“Okey-dokey, sir.” She replied like a loopy child.
Jane stood from the ground, but as soon as she took one step she fell forward. Sherlock was quick and caught her, her head crashing onto his chest.
“Whoops,” She spoke, her voice slightly muffled by the detectives scarf. “s’rry. ‘m a little dizzy.”
Sherlock sighed as he rested an arm around her shoulder, placed his other arm behind her legs, and easily lifted the loopy doctor off the ground in a bridal style hold. The detective headed for the exit just as Scotland Yard and a Paramedics arrived. Lestrade exited his vehicle, Donovan following closely behind. Sherlock approached them, ignoring the questioning looks.
“The three men are inside. One is dead while the other two are unconscious. They’ve been the one’s behind the Vampire murders. I would gladly give you more details, but I have a loopy doctor to take care of.”
Jane tiredly hit a hand against his chest with a dull thump.
“Don’ call me loopy.”
“Shouldn’t we get her checked out?” Lestrade asked.
“No, she’s fine. She just needs to rest.”
The DI nodded in understanding, but Sally would not let it go.
“What happened to her?”
“Nothing.” Sherlock replied, feeling annoyed.
Sally was about to pry some more until she spotted the two puncture marks on her neck.
“You drank her blood.”
“Yes, bu-”
“- And now she’s a loopy mess because you drank too much! Good job, you probably almost drank her dry! What? Did you tell her about that load of a story about your family bloodline and the missing healing pro-”
She was abruptly interrupted by Jane’s hand tiredly covering up her mouth.
“Stop saying such nonsense. I told ‘im to drink my blood, i’ was my choice. He was badly injured. An’ yes, he did tell me the story of his family bloodline an’ I believe ‘im.”
Jane’s hand fell limply from Sally’s face and hung tiredly to her side. The loopy doctor looked up at Sherlock.
“Can we go home now, please?”
Sherlock could not help but smile at her reference to the flat as home.
“Yes we can.”
The Vampire and the former soldier then left the scene, leaving behind a baffled and guilty Donavan and a smiling Lestrade.
One more chapter to go :D
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