Vampires On B-Baker Street

AU Vampire Sherlock, Female John
-Epilogue-
After discovering that the beings spoken of in fairy tales and folk tales existed, a treaty was made. The humans and beings had agreed to coexist with each other. But of course not everyone agreed with the peace treaty. Some humans would still attack the paranormals and some of the paranormals attacked the humans. But, over time, the paranormals slowly blended into the normal despite many disagreements.

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It was a cold night in the streets of London as Jane Watson made her way back to her dull flat. She gazed up at the dark night sky, her cool blue eyes reflecting the light of the street lamps and her long, slightly curled, sandy blonde hair swaying gently behind her. To be honest, she did not want to return to her flat. Everything about it was dull and depressing and she knew that she was just going to get another restless night filled with nightmares. But she had no other choice and resigned to the impending boredom.  
Jane’s heart skipped a beat as a horrible sound filled the air. It sounded like the painful screeching of some sort of animal or being. Suddenly, a limp black mass tumbled from the alleyway ahead of her. As Watson walked closer, she noticed that the mass was a cat. Its fur was raven black and seemed to curl. There was dirtied blood matting together in the dark fur, making Jane grow concerned.
Her attention was brought back to the alleyway as a dark haired young woman walked calmly out of the darkness, her nails curved into claws and her eyes a blazing green. The doctor easily recognized her as a Werewolf. It was pretty obvious by her animalistic snarling, claws, and eyes. Jane watched as the woman lifted her foot over the being. Before the doctor knew what she was doing, she had ran forward and used her own kick to divert her stomp that would have broken the cats ribs.
The woman’s expression twisted into shock before returning to its angry snarl. She glared at the doctor with her blazing green eyes.
“What’re you doing?” She spoke in a low threatening tone.
Jane was unfazed as she returned the glare.
“Why’re you trying to kill this cat?”
“It’s not a cat, he’s a Vampire!” She points accusingly at the bloodied mass. “I’ll be doin’ the world a favor by gettin’ rid of em’!”
Jane looked at the barely breathing feline before glaring back at the snarling woman.
“So? Did he try to attack or kill you?”
The woman’s rage flickered as she flashes her eyes to the cat.
“N-No but-”
“But what?” She asked standing protectively infront of the Vampire feline.
Her mouth opened as if she was going to say something, but it would immediately snap shut. After a while of looking like a fish out of water, she bared her teeth, a frustrated growl emanating from her throat before she stomped off.
Jane watched her until she turned a corner, her black hair flipping wildly behind her. The doctor then decided to divert her attention to the injured feline, but was surprised to find that the vampire had disappeared. In its place was a bloody puddle, but it seemed to have been smeared almost as if something was dragged through it. As Jane looked closer she could see a small blood trail leading down the road. Growing concerned the doctor followed the trail. When Jane turned the corner she caught sight of the feline. It was walking unsteadily down the road, small droplets of blood dripping from its wounds. It lifted one paw before the other before finally dropping limply on the slightly damp road.
Jane Watson hurried over to the wounded being, slowing down as she got closer so as to not alarm him. She was now at the cats side, her doctor mind addressing the wounds as quick as she saw them. Even though she was only a medic for the army she studied about veterinary care in her free time. Mostly since some of the men who fought were Werewolves or Vampires and some had a hard time turning back when injured.
The doctor relaxed upon seeing that none of the injuries were serious. He had several lacerations and a deep cut here and there, but if taken care of properly they should heal rather quickly. Even quicker for a Vampire. Jane knew that none of the vets offices were open at this time, nor were any doctors awake who specialized in the caring of paranormals.
The doctor sighed, knowing that the only thing she could do was to try and care for the being herself. Good thing she had treated many Vampires during the war.
Jane Watson undid her jacket and laid it on the road. She now had to try to move the injured feline without hurting him anymore then he already was. The doctor, as gently as she could, lifted the cat off the cold asphalt before placing it on her jacket. She then began to swaddle the feline in the soft fabric, but froze as her eyes locked on a silver-blue pair of slanted eyes. The cats teeth were bared in a threatening manner as its claws dug into the dark fabric beneath it. The doctor looked calmly at the being despite her worry growing. She knew that this being could try to run at any moment and make his injuries even worse.
“Stay calm, I’m just trying to help.” She kept her voice calm as she spoke. “My name is Jane Watson. I have some experience in helping wounded Vampires. Your wounds are pretty bad but I can easily fix them.”
The cat continued to stare at the doctor with calculating silver eyes, but he gradually released his claws from the fabric. Jane’s worry faded upon seeing this. She then continued to swaddle the feline in the jacket and carefully lifted him off the asphalt.
“My flat is just around the corner.” She stated calmly as she started to walk down the sidewalk.
Jane carefully cradled the cat in one arm as she unlocked the door with the other. Once inside, she pushed the door closed with her foot and walked into the one roomed flat. A single bed sat in the far corner and a desk rested against the wall. There were two doors of which led to a bathroom and the other the kitchen, of which was not very large. The flat was albeit small, but it was what the doctor could afford without a job.
She walked over to the desk and gingerly placed the injured feline on the wooden surface. Jane reached into the pocket of her trousers and pulled out a rubber band. The doctor then pulled her long blonde hair into a pony tail to keep her hair out of her face. She reached into one of the drawers of the desk and pulled out a first-aid kit. Jane placed it near the cat before leaving the room, entering one of the doors. After a minute or so she returned with a small bowl of warm water and a rag. She laid them on the desk, careful so as to not spill the liquid, before un-swaddling the Vampire feline.
“Okay,” She spoke as she dunked a corner of the rag in the water. “I’ll need to clean off the blood so that I may patch the wounds up. It may sting a little.”
The feline simply looked away from the doctor and kept still.
After replacing bloody water twice the wounds were clean. Jane opened the first-aid kit and pulled out some bandages and disinfectant spray. At the first spray of disinfectant she received a painful hiss. She quickly apologized before continuing the procedure on several other lacerations. The doctor was so focused on patching up the wounds that she did not notice the feline staring at her, trying to read every reason as to why this stranger was helping him.
Jane was finally finished with dressing the wounds of the Vampire cat. She carefully removed the cat from on top of her now bloodied jacket and replaced it with a clean duvet.
“There, those should heal in no time.”
She smiled kindly at the feline before leaving to the kitchen with the recent bloody water.
After a few minutes she returned with a different dish.
“You lost a lot of blood so you need to try to eat or drink something. I wasn’t entirely sure as to what you’d like so I brought a saucer of milk.”
Jane knew that Vampires drank blood, but during the war she learned that they are able to eat normal food as well. But the normal food did not quite quench their hunger as easily as blood did. The Vampire feline sniffed at the dairy before taking a small taste from it. The cat must have liked it since he gradually lapped up all of the milk.
“The best thing for you to do now is to get some rest. That should hopefully be a comfortable place to sleep.”
The cat barely gave any acknowledgment to the doctors words as he laid his head on his paws. Jane understood that must mean that the cat was comfortable...or stubborn. Watson yawned as she to decided to get some rest, despite her knowing that her attempt at sleep will be halted by yet another nightmare. Just as she sat on her bed she was surprised and worried to see the Vampire feline standing unsteadily at her feet.
“What’re you doing?” She asked as she bent down to lift the cat gently into her arms. “You could reopen your wounds by moving around to much.”
The doctor was about to stand from her bed to place the feline back on the soft duvet, but stopped as she felt the cats claws grab onto her jumper. She looked down at the Vampire feline with a questionable look. The cat did not see the look for he averted his eyes to the window.
“Are you...wanting to sleep next to me?”
The feline dug its claws deeper into the soft fabric of the sand colored jumper as if feeling slightly embarrassed by the suggestion, but he nodded his head. Jane was about to ask why until she heard a loud and threatening howl from outside. It was not close to the flat, but it still made the feline glare out the window. The doctor nodded understandingly before scooting back on the bed. She gently placed the feline on the vacant side as she laid down next to the wall. Jane stared up at the ceiling in silence trying to talk herself into getting some sleep. Even if it was just a small kip.
She was quickly pulled out of her thoughts by another loud howl. It still sounded far from the flat so the doctor did not get worried.
Just as she is about to close her eyes to at least attempt to get some rest, she felt a pressure on her chest. She looked down and was once again surprised. The Vampire feline had crawled on top of her chest and was now drifting to sleep. Either that or was pretending to sleep to avoid any kind of protest that he may receive from the doctor. Jane could not help but smile fondly at the sleepy being, its head resting tiredly over her heart. She hesitantly lifted her hand and lightly stroked the soft, slightly curled, dark fur atop the felines head. The cat at first flinched at the contact, but slowly relaxed at the gentle petting. Jane had to resist the urge to giggle as a pleased purr rumbled from the Vampire feline. The purring slowly and unknowingly lulled the doctor to a, for once in a long time, peaceful slumber.