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thehiddenlawyer · 7 years ago

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@mel-loves-all I know my vampires 😏

Fire in the Blood-- Sherlolly with a Twist

Because i love @mel-loves-all and because she gets me (Kleypas, BDB, Sherlock, X-Files….what else?) enjoy the following Sherlolly one-shot featuring a Sherlock Holmes who is…not quite himself.

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Adult content and language below, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Enjoy the twist ending!

If she’d learned anything over the course of her relationship with Sherlock Holmes it was to trust him, and know that if he needed her, he would let her know. They’d been together for over a year now, ever since he’d shown up at her door in the middle of the night after the strange phone call, to tell her that he’d meant it.

That damned phone call…

She stared at her phone now, frowning down at it, her thoughts fluttering around her randomly, thinking that the phone she’d used to answer him was upstairs, still getting used to this new one in her palm. But of course, being with Sherlock meant that the strange texts and phone calls were endless and expected in their unexpectedness.

Like Sherlock texting a few days ago, letting her know he and John were back from their investigation that had led them to some far away Eastern European country she couldn’t name. Her heart had fluttered, her skin heating as she thought about their reunion, warming at the thought of being in his arms, in his bed, taking him into her body…But he’d sent her another text, telling her to stay away from Baker Street and from him for another few days. When she’d asked why, his response had been terse, even in text form.

So, she’d stayed away, but she had texted John asking what had a happened. He’d been uncharacteristically silent, telling her to wait for Sherlock. Concern had bloomed in her chest, but she’d fought the urge to simply go to Baker Street and break down the door if she needed to. She was patient, but this was day three and she was missing Sherlock, and there was something sacrilegious about Sherlock being in London and her not being able to go to him.

Mind made up, she left her flat, pulling on a jumper as she hailed down a cab, not caring about the late hour, the cold breeze not registering, the full moon barely peaking her interest as it watched her from behind thick, gloomy Summer clouds. Her entire focus was on Baker Street and the man that was there, the man whose skin she craved with a distracted madness she couldn’t quite understand, had never believed she was capable of.

His skin was an addiction, the taste of him an endless desire, a heady urge, a thought, a palpable presence in her life, her need for him an entity that followed her everywhere, a heavy shadow…she had thought that once she knew she belonged to him, that he loved her, that they shared a life, a bed, a breath, she would be able to find some sanity but with each kiss, the addiction became worse, the need an electric currant. Molly knew that if she lived a thousand lifetimes, she would never get tired of the way his ears turned bright red when he orgasmed inside her, the way he could never quite keep his eyes closed when he was kissing her, the way he surged inside her, the expression on his face so intense, so concentrated, the feeling of his breath against her throat as he took her. She would never get the tired of his deep baritone and the breathless way he moaned her name after his orgasm, the way his eyes danced when he called her darling when they were alone…

Sherlock.

She wondered if he was as addictive as heroin, and knew he was worse than caffeine and nicotine…

Just one taste.

Just one hit.

More.

She felt nervous when she got to Baker Street, slightly worried as she paid her fare, wondering why he’d demanded she stay away. Molly faltered in her step, suddenly stopping in front of Speedy’s, terrified as she wondered if he’d started using again. But she quickly dismissed the thought, thinking that John, if not Mycroft, would have told her…right?

Using her key, she went inside the flat, climbing the stairs two at a time and frowning at the door that stood slightly ajar. She stopped on top of the stairs, listening for any sounds from Mrs. Hudson downstairs or for any sound of life from inside Sherlock’s flat. Frowning, something tightening in her chest, making her anxious as she pushed open the door, “Sherlock?” she called, frowning at the darkened flat, the flimsy drapes replaced with heavy burgundy colored ones, the entire place drowning in darkness, “Darling?” she called, thinking that maybe he had started using again.

“What are you doing here?” he asked standing directly behind her, making her jump, wondering how she hadn’t heard his movement behind her, especially with that telltale floorboard a few paces behind her.

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sherlolly-fan-art · 8 years ago

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Rise and Rise Again

Somehow I misplaced this lovely piece of @sempaiko art I commissioned for my vamp!lock story Rise and Rise Again, so I am reposting for all to enjoy.

#sherlolly fanart #sherlolly vamplock #sempaiko art

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miz-joelys-sherlollilists · 6 years ago

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Ok but vampire Sherlock as dracula and molly being his only vampire bride who plan to move away from Scotland and take advantage of the now more convenient sources of food due to the industrial revolution causing a bigger population. Sherlock decides to become a consulting detective with Molly bribing her way into a college to learn more about the body.

Ooh, nice one!

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willsherjohnkhan · 6 years ago

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Update - Going Rogue

Chapter Three: One Surprise After Another

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Enjoy!

#Sherlolly #VampLock #Vampire Sherlock #Vampire Hunter Molly

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mizjoely · 8 years ago

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So is Sherlock going to become a godfather in "The World as We Know It" ? Because that would be cute. Just the idea of Sherlock being both a vampire and dotting godfather to little Baby Watson is adorable.

Heh, that would be cute but sorry, that world’s a wee bit too dark for a baby Watson. It’s tough enough with Baby Hooper-Holmes-to-be!

#sherlolly #vamplock sherlolly #i need to update that stat #Anonymous

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luciemiddleford · 10 years ago

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Umm, please, can someone link me to that Sherlolly fic were Molly was turned against her will? Sherlock arrived at her flat mere moments before she escaped, found her at the morgue after having broken in to get some blood?

#Sherlolly #Vamplock #Sherlolly Vamplock

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mel-loves-all · 3 years ago

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@hobbitsdoitbetter a wonderful ending to your wonderful story! Thank youuuuuuuuu

Halloween at 221B - A Sherlolly Celebration - @holidaysat221b

Sherlock woke in a hotel room without any memory of how he got there. A case had led him to erotic underground clubs the night before. Flashes of hauntingly lonely brown eyes, skin soft as satin and ecstasy so pleasurably intense, it bordered on pain, bombarded him as the scent of crushed berries and sex lingered on the bed sheets.

(prompt: Vampire from @thehiddenlawyer)

#💜💜💜#sherlolly au #vamplock #sherlock au #fanfic #fic

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holidaysat221b · 7 years ago

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, Molly Hooper/Sherlock Holmes Characters: Molly Hooper, Sherlock Holmes Additional Tags: Sherlolly - Freeform, Halloween at 221B - A Sherlolly Celebration, Horror, Zombie Apocalypse, Vamplock, Vamp!lock Summary:

"Vampires that couldn't control their bloodlust are to blame," Molly argued. "They're the ones who didn't care if they killed the humans they fed from or not. They're the ones who didn't notice when those humans didn't stay dead. They're the ones who killed so many people in such a short period of time that the contamination spread too quickly to contain."

Submitted by @mizjoely for Halloween at 221b.

#2017 sherlolly halloween #sherlolly #author: mizjoely

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willsherjohnkhan · 3 years ago

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Going Rogue

Chapter Nine: All’s Well That Ends Well

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221B BAKER STREET - BEDROOM

Sherlock finished attending to Molly’s injuries which were thankfully not as serious as he had first feared. The insertion points of the drips were easily dealt with, while the wound to her neck had turned out to be non lethal, just enough to allow a sufficient amount of blood to flow in order to leave the message on the wall.

That was not to say that her life had not been in danger. The crude message had made it clear that Moriarty’s intention had been to drain Molly slowly of her blood, an agonisingly slow process that could have taken up to a week or more.

Though the message had now been cleaned away, Sherlock felt his rage resurface, so he busied himself with clearing up the items from the well-stocked First Aid Kit, and then taking them back to the bathroom.

By the time he returned to the bedroom he was feeling calmer. The sight of a smiling Molly going a long way to easing the guilt he’d been carrying that despite his best efforts she had still been placed in danger because of him.

“Sherlock,” Molly’s gentle entreaty was enough to release him from his maudlin thoughts, and he eagerly made his way to the bed. Once settled he took her in his arms.

“How are you feeling?”

“Much better now,” she responded.

“Good,” Sherlock said with a sigh of relief.

They sat in companionable silence for several minutes.

“Sherlock,” Molly murmured.

“Hmmmm.”

“Why didn’t you kill Moriarty yourself? I know you wanted to.”

Sherlock sighed. Here it was, the moment of truth, time to decide whether to side-step the whole issue, or be completely honest with her.

“I didn’t ever want to give you a reason to fear me,” he replied honestly. “And you’re quite correct, I would have enjoyed dispatching Moriarty myself, but I was concerned in case I enjoyed it too much,” he admitted, silently relieved that he had a reason not to test how far he would be willing to go.

Molly snuggled closer, equally relieved that she didn’t have to witness him killing the werewolf. But unlike Sherlock, Molly had complete faith that the man he was before he had been turned was still there, and would’ve intervened to reign in the bloodlust he feared.

Her thoughts earned her an affectionate kiss on her forehead.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?” he enquired innocently. “Kissing you?”

“Oh no, that you can do all you like,” Molly said with a giggle. “I meant the mind-reading.”

“I’m not certain I can.”

“Why?” she asked, something in his expression spiking her curiosity.

“Because it appears my ability to read minds is linked solely to you,” he revealed.

“To me, but how,” Molly asked, clearly astonished.

Sherlock was still getting to grips with what becoming a vampire was doing to him, especially with regards to emotions. For instance, why had she come to mean so much to him in such a short space of time? Maybe while trying to explain what he meant would help illuminate that little mystery.

“From the moment I came to and found myself tied to my chair,” he paused, not wishing to remind her of such similarly recent, but unwanted memories.

“It’s all right Sherlock,” she assured him. “Please continue.”

“I found myself drawn to you, in ways I’d previously never allowed myself to indulge in. The thoughts, feelings, and the way my body reacted to you confused, excited, and unsettled me.”

He paused a moment in order to pull Molly onto his lap, with her legs straddling his hips. The position enabled them to face each other.

“I realised that the vampire DNA was the driving force of these emotions. They were so intense, I initially fought them because on the one hand I didn’t trust that they had anything to do with the man I had been, while on the other I feared them, because I worried that I would lose control. The temptation of your blood was overwhelming, and I feared that if I began drinking your blood I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

“So what changed your perception of yourself?”

Sherlock took hold of her right hand, and brought it to his lips to kiss it before placing it to rest against his heart.

“While helping to release Mycroft and the others I was obviously aware of the smell of the blood of all those imprisoned there. But their scents didn’t appear to have the same affect on me, so the man I used to be was back in control. But then discovering you had been taken filled me with an uncontrollable rage, enough that I was willing to commit murder if you had come to harm. Once I’d found you, I couldn’t bare the idea of you fearing me for any reason, so I allowed my personal need for revenge to be passed on to others.”

Sherlock stopped a moment to give himself time to work out the best way to explain his conclusions.

“I don’t know how it feels for others who have been turned. So with no scientific facts to back up what I’m about to say, so I know it may seem fanciful...”

“Go on,” Molly encouraged him.

“The simplest way I can explain it is that although the vampire DNA has merged with my human DNA it hasn’t overtaken me. So my vampire half is very possessive, even territorial with regards to you. I guess you could say that it regards you as its mate. And in that regard, it craves your blood on an intimate level, with no wish to ever bring you to harm. While my human half no longer regards the body as merely transport, and is very eager to engage with you on an emotional and sexual level. But of course if you’re not ready or will...”

Molly brought Sherlock’s confession to an abrupt halt, pressing her lips eagerly to his.

Molly had been living in fear that in his determination to keep her safe, Sherlock would choose to walk away from their connection. She knew that having a relationship with a vampire would have potential dangers. But Sherlock Holmes was an extraordinary person before he had been turned, gifted with one of the most remarkable brains, with an uncanny ability to use cold hard reasoning in solving the most seemingly impossible cases. She had no doubt that he would be able to channel his vampire side’s hedonistic sensualist cravings, and indulgent pleasure-seeking ways to a non-lethal level.

So when it became clear he wanted a relationship with her, she decided actions would speak far louder than words.

When Molly’s lips met his, Sherlock’s newly engaged emotional heart experienced for the first time the pure joy of connecting with his soul mate, and was more than happy to return the kiss with equal enthusiasm, before letting out an organised groan as Molly began rubbing herself against his rapidly hardening cock.

In retaliation he thrust his hips up, grinding his engorged manhood against her nether regions, and was rewarded with a delightful moan that was music to his ears.

As Molly threw her head back in an artlessly natural expression of pure joy, the movement caused great excitement to Sherlock’s vampire.

Preferring to err on the side of caution, Sherlock made the decision to cede control of their lovemaking to Molly. That said there was one task he happily allowed his vampire side to deal with.

“Oh!” Molly gasped when she realised that she and Sherlock were now completely naked.

“Problem,” Sherlock asked, as he raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Not at all,” Molly responded as her hand moved down to grasp his penis in a firm hold.

“Christ Molly, have a care,” Sherlock growled, closing his eyes in an attempt to regain control as he felt his fangs slip free.

The sight of his fangs, and the way his eyes glowed with hunger only increased Molly’s arousal. She began sliding her hand up and down his cock, using his pre-cum that leaked from the head to increase the rhythm. Placing a steadying hand on his shoulder, Molly raised her hips to guide him into her, before sliding down his impressive erection.

The movement caused them to moan in unison.

Sherlock moved his hands to Molly’s hips, before raising both legs so that the souls of his feet were placed firmly on the bed cover. The end result was two-fold; Molly could now lean back against his legs, offering her an extra range of movement; while at the same time it enabled his penis to slip even deeper, ensuring a deeper penetration.

It was also another means of limiting his movements.

Sensing the control Sherlock was exerting on himself, Molly set a slow and steady pace that would guarantee a gradual build up, that would allow them both time to enjoy not only the sensation of their bodies moving together, but also gave them time to simply enjoy touching, exploring and kissing each other, while learning as they went what the other enjoyed.

Molly moved her hands to weave her fingers through Sherlock’s luxurious curls, using them to tilt his head back so that she could kiss and gently nip at his long, elegant neck. She then took her time to trace him prominent cheekbones and cupids bow lips as though committing them to memory, before she leant back against his legs, running her hands down his arms before moving to his chest, running her hands over his pectorals, and then his nipples, that she teased into hard nubs before taking them into her mouth, to lick and tease them with her warm, wet tongue. All the while she used her fingertips to lightly brush against his ribs, discovering to her delight that he was ticklish.

Sherlock’s relief when her hands moved on was short lived when her hands slid over his abdomen, before continuing down until she reached the nest of curls at his groin, where she used her short nails to good effect, gently scoring his sensitive flesh.

Sherlock had not been idol. Like Molly he had used hands, fingers, lips and tongue to explore her body as thoroughly as he could. With his sharpened eyesight he was able to pick up the way her body reacted as he made his way down her delectable little body. The soft sweet mounds of her breasts he cupped in his large, capable hands, as he ran his fangs against their willing flesh, applying pressure, but ignoring the urge to sink them into the giving flesh, instead enjoying Molly’s reaction as he dragged his fangs over her already erect nipples. His eyes greedily observed the way goose bumps emerged, confident by the way she pressed them eagerly against his lips that her reaction was one of arousal, not fear.

Molly placed her hands back to his shoulders, gripping them firmly as she began riding him hard, every movement up and down pushing his cock deeper into her welcoming warmth.

When her back arched Sherlock knew her orgasm was close. Leaning forward he gave her a gentle little nip at the nape of her neck, that instantly tipped her over the edge

Once she had climaxed Sherlock thrust up driving his penis as far as he could, his pace picking up speed, giving a triumphant shout as he came, and spilling his seed into her womb.

*** . LONDON – SIX MONTHS LATER

Sebastian Moran had miscalculated badly when it came to the vampires of the Lower Caste. As a member of the Middle Caste, even as far down the scale as he was, he still saw himself as superior in every way to those in the Lower Caste. As such he had convinced himself that they would be so grateful to him, for leading them to a new and uncontaminated food source, that they would willingly do his bidding without argument.

No sooner had they invaded London than Moran had seen an opportunity for himself. The discovery that there were no predators that could match the hunting skills of vampires, his thoughts turned from merely acquiring a sustainable food source, to the complete domination and control over the human population.

But then he began to place limits on the quantity of prey that the Lower Caste could capture. This went totally against the agreement he had originally made with them when he proposed the invasion of the Upper Levels.

In fairness to Moran, this adjustment had been forced upon him once he realised that Moriarty had misinformed him with regards to the city of London, having made it sound as though it covered the whole of the upper levels. It came around the same time he began to discern how unstable the werewolf was, while the injection of vampire blood instead of stabilising him had only made the situation worse.

But all of this was of absolutely no concern to the Lower Caster’s, whose only wish was to be able to feed freely and to be treated with respect, something that had not been afforded them in the bowels of the earth. They were resentful, feeling that they had been cheated and lied to. And they saw their best opportunity for revenge in making a deal with Sherlock.

The best solution for all concerned would have been for the vampires of the Lower Caste to return to their homes down below.

Unfortunately the two higher castes had banned them from returning, as food was still in very low supply.

So they were forced to remain where they were. This meant than an equitable solution had to be found.

Sherlock and Mycroft worked with the newly elected leader of the London based vampires, looking for ways to achieve this.

Their solution, an artificial blood mixed with animal blood that after careful research, headed by Sherlock, could be manufactured and supplied to the vampire population.

This meant that now humans and vampires being able to live alongside each other without fear or conflict.

That wasn’t to say that there weren’t the occasional attacks on humans, or disputes with humans. But with his deductive abilities and vampire sensors, it was an easy matter for Sherlock to track down any perpetrators, to dispense swift and appropriate justice upon them.

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221B BAKER STREET

Molly’s return to work at St Bart’s had to be postponed, though neither she or Sherlock were concerned, they had more important things to focus on.

Sherlock stood behind Molly, his arms wrapped securely around her as he listened to the steady beat of her heart that he now found so calming and reassuring. While the heartbeat nestled within her womb filled him with wonder and awe.

***

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willsherjohnkhan · 3 years ago

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Going Rogue

Chapter Eight: Making It Personal

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221B BAKER STREET

As he read, then re-read the message on the wall, Sherlock felt an uncontrollable rage wash over him.

The smell of Molly’s freshly spilt blood a vivid reminder of John and Mary’s demise. He had vowed then that he would avenge their deaths. But he now realised that no matter how efficient the Slayer Network was, it would never achieve its ultimate goal until Moriarty was dealt with.

Sherlock didn’t know why Molly Hooper, a woman he’d only just met had become so important to him. All he knew was that Moriarty had made a deadly mistake in targeting her, because now his focus had narrowed, and he intended to go after Moriarty with extreme prejudice.

Billy watched Sherlock closely. He noted the way he clenched his jaw, his fangs now fully extended, while his hands set a steady rhythm as they opened and closed, and all the while his body was as tight as a well tuned violin string as his gaze remained focussed on the message on the wall.

“I truly am sorry Shezza for not getting back ‘ere in time,” he said, his regret genuine.

“It’s not your fault Billy,” Sherlock assured him as he turned to face the distraught man. “In all likelihood if you had arrived earlier, you wouldn’t be standing here now.”

“So what ya gonna do?” Billy asked.

“In a nutshell, I’m going to get revenge for John and Mary, and rescue Molly.”

“What can I do to help?”

And that was the trait that made Billy Wiggins one of the most invaluable members of The Homeless Network.

“I need you to return to Fleet Street. Mycroft and the others should have almost released everyone by now. Tell him to get those we trust to my number one bolthole. I’ll be there in a couple of hours.”

“Where are ya going?”

“I’m off on a recruitment drive.”

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LONDON DOCKS

An invaluable piece of information The Slayer Network had acquired was the types of places where the vampires were likely to congregate when they weren’t causing death and mayhem on the human population. One of those places had been identified was down by the docks.

The relaxed atmosphere changed when Sherlock arrived. His improved senses detected curiosity, suspicion, fear and anger, though the last was curiously not directed at him.

With time being of the essence, he came straight to the point.

“You have been lied to by those who convinced you to come above ground. You are merely pawns in a game that is being orchestrated by individuals more interested in their own personal gains, than your wellbeing. Who here is willing to parley with me to find a more equitable and just resolution for vampire and human alike?”

Emerging through the crowd that had formed was a strikingly formidable looking female vampire, who made her way over to Sherlock.

“We will,” she responded with quiet solemnity.

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23 & 24 LEINSTER GARDENS

When Sherlock arrived he found Mycroft, Lestrade, Donavon, Anderson, Anthea, Mrs Hudson and Wiggins waiting for him.

“Did you get the answers you were looking for?” Lestrade asked. For the first time since the invasion the Detective Inspector sounded eager and hopeful.

“I was able to get bits and pieces that that they knew, though they concede they were tricked into doing the bidding of two others.” Sherlock replied.

“Two...” Donavon began, pausing when Sherlock raised his hand so that he could continue his explanations uninterrupted.

“In order to answer a number of your queries we need to begin with a brief history lesson concerning the vampires we are dealing with.”

***

The Vampire’s came from deep within the bowels of the Earth. Vampire Colonies came in three castes: High, Middle and Low. The hierarchy worked well as a means of keeping law and order, while at the same time keeping a careful eye on population growth, vampire and prey alike, as a means to ensure that there would always be enough prey to sustain them with their blood.

The system worked well until recently when a plague infected the prey that saw their numbers diminish by half.

Not surprisingly the High and Middle castes made a grab for as much of the prey as they could sink their fangs into, leaving the Low caste to fight over the few prey they could find. As a result many in the Low caste perished of starvation.

However the plague continued on unchecked, causing prey numbers to continually dwindle.

The High and Middle castes now began fighting amongst themselves, sabotaging each other’s attempts to get control of the remaining prey.

It was around that time that an enterprising Middle caster named Sebastian Moran got the radical idea of finding new forms of prey that were not contaminated by the foul pestilence that was destroying their only food source.

Unfortunately Moran was at the lowest end of the Middle caste, and as such he had absolutely no power.

What he desperately needed was a partner.

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“He joined forces with Moriarty, a werewolf who had access to the upper levels that we call home. With his help they were able to convince the starving Lower caste to join them in the invasion of London.”

“With the promise of an unlimited food source,” Mycroft surmised.

“And power they would never get access to in their current home.”

“So why was it necessary for Moriarty to be bitten by a vampire?” Anderson asked.

“Two fold I think.” Sherlock stated. “The first, to make the Lower caste feel that he was one of them, and would have their best interests at heart.”

“And the second,” queried Mrs Hudson.

“I think by then Moran had become aware that Moriarty was of an unstable disposition, and he hoped that by attempting to turn him, the vampire DNA would stabilise him.”

“I understand now why Moran was at the lower end of the Middle caste,” noted Donavon.

“So I take it you have a plan of action?” Mycroft asked.

“I do,” Sherlock confirmed.

***

DIOGENES CLUB – STRANGERS ROOM

When Molly came to she let out a low moan. She ached all over, and felt more than a little light-headed. Opening her eyes she realised she was in a room she had never seen before. And despite the fact she was sitting in a comfortable chair, her arms had been strung up and stretched out from the side, while her wrists were secured in manacles that were attached to chains screwed into the wall on one side, and a heavy piece of furniture on the other.

The position was incredibly uncomfortable, but what proved more unnerving, the intravenous drips that had been inserted into each arm. She watched as her blood moved through the tube before being collected drip by drip into a brandy glass. Then she observed a hand reach over to pick up the full glass and replace it with an empty one.

“Personally I prefer blood as an aperitif, as it helps the meat, skin, bones and entrails slide down so much easier. But I must say my dear your blood is absolutely divine. A great pity it is in such limited supply.”

Molly recognised the voice from when she received her orders to kill a vampire at 221B Baker Street, Moriarty. Raising her head, it was only with her eyes focussed on him that his odd statement made sense.

He sat in a chair in front of her, in his were-form, the mid-point between human and wolf. “Surprise,” he chortled.

Molly kept her gaze firmly fixed on him as she remarked as casually as she could in the circumstances. “A little foolish to reveal what you are, isn’t it?”

“Possibly, but then the dead don’t tend to reveal secrets.”

“Oh you’d be surprised,” Molly responded.

“And as a Pathologist, Molly Hooper should know,” Sherlock concurred.

Taken completely off guard, Moriarty leapt to his feet and lunged towards Molly, only to slam headlong into Sherlock who had reached her first.

When Moriarty saw the silver gun, loaded with silver bullets in Sherlock’s hand he slowly backed away.

Movement behind him had him turning around to see Moran being dragged into the room by Lestrade, while Mrs Hudson aimed Molly’s crossbow at the vampire’s heart.

Moriarty turned back to Sherlock. “What are you waiting for?” he snarled. “Kill us, isn’t that what you’re here for.”

Sherlock ignored the werewolf’s comments as he busied himself disconnecting Molly from the drips and manacles. Only when that was complete did he respond.

“Actually I’m just here to get Molly,” he said as he picked her up in his arms. “The vampires you and Moran tricked however are very eager for a piece of you both.”

It was only then that Moriarty realised that a number of vampires had also entered the room, with fangs down and eyes glowing red.

“We’ll leave them to you to deal with,” Sherlock said to the female vampire he’d made the deal with.

And then without a backwards glance Sherlock and the others left Moriarty and Moran to their fate.

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#Sherlolly #VampLock

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