John had a very bad day. The worst day. He'd gotten fired from his job. It's so hard to find jobs in the city that will only accept night shifts and will pay enough for him to keep his apartment. Maybe his parents were right and he should just-
But instead of continuing to spiral he stepped into the first bar he saw. Which he should have thought was a little odd when there was a man at the door who had to let him inside but it was fine he supposed.... This was NOT his normal scene at all. A club. But he was too angry to care. They had alcohol and that was all that mattered. He plopped himself down at the bar to drink his sorrows while the music raged on.
This caught the attention of someone. Adrian was partying with some friends when she saw this angry little man who looked completely out of place. She decided to go see what was up with him and bought him a drink.
It took a little coaxing but she ended up getting him to loosen up a little and even to dance with her. They had a nice time and she even ended the night by giving him a kiss.
The next night, much to John's own surprise he found himself back at the club. He didn't know why he was even doing this but that was the most fun he had had in... maybe his whole life. He wanted to find her again. He looked for her everywhere... but she was not there. He sat there all night. He drank at the bar and looked up every time he saw a girl that looked almost like her but no....
He came back again the next night... and the next... he didn't know if he should just give up. If he would never see her again. But then there she was. Laughing with a group of friends. He felt his heart leap. Why did it do that? What was wrong with him? He didn't know what to do.
She saw him and smirked before coming over
"My friends say you've been looking for me"
She didn't need an explanation. Good because he didn't have one. She thought he was cute. She spent the night with him, dancing, talking, drinking. It was fun.
She invited him back to her place which wasn't too far. Definitely not something John had ever done before but yeah. Okay.
This story of John and Adrian is the most intense one (in both passion and drama). John is a vampire and Adrian is a human socialite.
She is a wild party girl who struggles with addiction and is rebelling against her controlling but very wealthy parents who are basically makeup industry royalty. And he is a quiet little vampire man who would happily stick to the shadows and is not as adapted to city life
They're from different worlds but met when one night John was pissed off after losing his job and was wandering the streets, and stumbled into the first bar he saw, not realizing it was actually a club. He stayed anyway though. He'd never been in a place like that before. Adrian most certainly picked up out of the crowd.
There was something about their exchange and John didn't know why he did it but he came back the next night. Adrian thought that was very cute. She brought him back to her place and one thing lead to another....
A few years later and they have been through so much together. Lots of trauma and drama. John got shot, They got attacked by other much worse vampires, John lost control, they MET ADRIAN'S PARENTS, John's family too, they got engaged...
They've had a very full life... but they have also had to accept and acknowledge that this is not going to last. John is going to stop aging at one point (these vampires hit full adulthood, somewhere around 40/45 and then just stop) and Adrian is going to grow old and... die. and that is a lot to deal with.
John getting turned into a vampire and bc of trouble in town and all he and his sis (their parents died and since harry is of legal age she's johns guardian) move to another town. John goes to a new school and in the second break a guy from his class walks up to him. He introduces himself as Sherlock. When John shakes his head the guy pulls him close and whispers in his ear 'i know what you are. Chemistry lab, 7th period' before walking away. John kinda freaks out but goes there anyway. His English teacher and some other kids are there as well and it turns out they're all vamps. And the teacher is helping them. Teaching them to control their power and feeding the ones who cant feed at home! But Sherlock is not one of them tho. He helps them bc knows his way around town and get places unnoticed. Also his fathers the mayor and he can get out of trouble easily. He's also doing it bc his best friend was a vamp and he got killed by a hunter.
“Um...a few months before your most recent return? On...November 3rd.” John really didn’t want to think about how it happened. Sherlock, of course, had pestered John to change him too, for scientific purposes, but John was still refusing. Sherlock was easily bored now, what about in a century or two?
“I didn’t know how to tell you, or when it would be a good idea...”
I feel as though I haven't rped in quite some time. I'm rather rusty, so thank you for sticking with me stranger!
Stranger: { Vamp!John }
The threats of turning Sherlock had been the start. John couldn’t allow for that, couldn’t allow for someone to take the friendship he had with Sherlock away from him. For the first time in a very long time, he felt normal—well, as normal as one could be when living with Sherlock Holmes. Though most people thought John to be more human than Sherlock, which was laughable but understandable. If Sherlock was to be turned by this man, a vampire John hadn’t think he’d see ever again but came bursting back into his life threatening to take away the one thing he truly had come to care, John would lose him. The bond between sires and newborns were too strong. Sherlock wouldn’t even care to be around him. So finally, after the last text he’d received, a picture of Sherlock through the window of their flat, John came rushing home, breaking the lock in his panic, not even thinking to open it with keys. “Sherlock!?”
You: Fingers dragged across the worn wood of the coffee table as he thought through the events coinciding with the last three hours. He was antsy, the tiniest bit tired, and oddly... /Nervous/. Perhaps such a thing would be attributed to the current lack of cases? He knew the truth, Pausing in his ministrations, the man caught the closest paper near him between thumb and fore finger. A client had dropped by, though it was obvious the man hadn't been there for his genius. A message had been left behind in the brunet's skin, forearms bruised as finger tips dug into skin and a throbbing scratch along collar bone to neck. He knew who it was for, the very person being a high strung doctor forcing the door open. There was no clink of keys, no scramble and clumsiness to open it, just a simple thrust and John was there. "I'm fine." He called out, attempting to sound irritable but finding no strength in his tone. He crumpled the papers in his hand, ignoring the splotches of blood on his skin.
Stranger: John rushed into the living room, eyes locking almost immediately onto the various marks strewn across Sherlock's normally unblemished skin. The sight nearly tore a growl from Sherlock's throat, though the smell of the man's blood brought to the surface was mouth-watering. Thank goodness for his self-restrain, years and years and years of being what he was had taught him that. Knowing now there was no point of hiding the truth of the situation at hand, John ran to Sherlock, crouching by his sitting stature and tentatively reaching forward as if the man in front of him was made of glass. Was he allowed to touch? "Oh, Sherlock. I'm so sorry." He had no idea if his secret had been revealed as of yet, and therefore kept his mouth shut on the fact.
You: Dragging his tongue over his lips, Sherlock calmed the frayed nerves threatening to split him in half. "I'm fine... The damage is minimal-the wounds seem far worse than they truly are." He returned, tone giving a minor shake as he settled down. He didn't dare look away from John, yet he couldn't meet the other's face. "I had originally believed the message to be for Mycroft, yet my brother has not arrived nor did he seem to have any inclination..." The taller man settled, lifting his gaze to look towards the crumbled paper. "You're not who you say you are, John..." Sherlock interjected quickly, fingers catching the doctor's wrists to hold them in a secure position away from his wounds. His fingers were still quivering, but he ignored the fact in favor of finally looking at his flatmate. "Is it true, John...?"
Stranger: John's fingers curled into fists, tugging his hands away so that he could clench them at his side, anger pulsing through him like boiling water in his veins. He could see red at this point. "No. I'm not." His voice was a rasp of a whisper, a prayer. /don'taskmeaboutitdon'taskpleasegodI'msosorry/ He swallowed gravely, a quick nod of his head. "Not completely." He stood as to be farther from Sherlock, to keep some distance between them. /He knows now he can't be near me. He's knows what I am--the stuff of nightmares./ "Probably. Whatever he told you, is probably true." God, he was a bad man. Once upon a time he was a horrible thing. And he'd killed and he'd turned this man's-- this man's lover. So now he would turn what was most important to John as result.
You: The air left Sherlock's lungs in a hiss as John tore the grip away and moved. Distance could mean far too many things, and for the brunet... It meant potential for abandonment-for loneliness to creep back in. Deciding not to speak, Sherlock stood up and brought a hesitant hand to the collar of his shirt, fingers prodding at the thin narrow gash moving from neck towards collar bone. "He only told me what you were... I didn't believe him," the /he decided to prove it/ went unspoken. It was obvious in the bruising and the lithe man's lack of coloration as to what had happened. Silence set in for several minutes before Sherlock started to move to the bathroom, stopping halfway to face John. "Are you going to leave?"
Stranger: "Of course you didn't. It doesn't make scientific sense." John's smile was sad, nostalgic as he directed it towards his feet. "I can't leave. I have to finish this, so you're safe. I have so many enemies, Sherlock. And you're my weak spot. I didn't have one for...a very long time. And now I do. Killing this man will only have more coming after you...I don't know what to do. I have to end him but...you... I'll leave if you want me to. It could help you, put you in less danger." He nearly choked. "I only have two options, and neither of them are appealing to me. But I want to do what you want me to do. I never meant for you to get dragged into this."
You: Relief was a glorious thing, if but pathetic and piteous. Dragging a finger along the line of the gash, Sherlock tested his pain tolerance as a way to keep the emotions at bay and give him better focus. If he didn't ant John to leave, then it seemed that the man wouldn't. That was enough for him. Though the fact that he could be someone's pressure point startled his sensibility. Clearing his throat, Sherlock looked towards the window, fingers twitching with the need to fidget. It was minutes before he finally spoke, glancing at the blond man as his tone shaped his words. "I'd be lost without my blogger... Who would force me to eat? I'd likely die of starvation." He attempted, voice hesitant and... /Pleading/. As if the thought of losing the man before him was terrifying.
Stranger: Those words struck something within John. "I can't stay with you forever, under the public eye. I don't-- Sherlock, I'm two-hundred and fourteen years old, let that sink in. I don't age. And the public will notice." He sighed, these bags under his eyes would only prove to age him for so long. What would happen when Sherlock began to grey and John was left exactly the same. Somewhere in the middle. No age. Never older, never younger. "But I can't...I can't let you be alone. Not with what they could do to you. I'll stay for as long as I can. I promise you that." The only other option was to turn Sherlock himself, and he had a feeling the concept wouldn't be well-recieved.
You: An emotion akin to hurt flashed across the man's face before something more calm-/collected/-took over. He gave a nod and straightened as he stepped towards the bathroom. "Will you be fine to clean the gash, or will I need to do it myself?" He inquired, pushing the door open in order to avoid the rest of the conversation. To ignore the fact that John would leave him one day, just as he had expected the doctor to. Turning the water on, he moved the handle all the way to hot and picked up a towel to begin wiping at his skin. The need for a shower crawled beneath his skin, making him feel filthier than he truly was. He dabbed at the skin, the quaking in his hands worsening. He was beginning to process the conversation, finally allowing it to sink in. Worry, anxiety, fear, and doubt crowded his thoughts-/John/. What was he going to do without John?
Stranger: "I can clean your wound." John pushed forward, grabbing his kit from under the sink and sitting on the edge of the tub, gesturing to the toliet for Sherlock to sit down. "Come here." The shaking in Sherlock's hands was beginning to get to John, and he closed his eyes, gauze trapped between his fingers as he fought back emotions that rose rapidly to the surface. "The only other thing I could do is take you with me." His words were soft, wishful thinking above it all as he began to dab at the gash on his neck, biting down on his bottom lip.
You: Seating himself on the toilet, he dropped his hands to his lap and allowed them to curl inwards. Nails pressed into his palms, giving him a connection to a more secure attention. He listened to the fabric of John's jumper as he moved, to the way the doctor played with the gauze. He soothed his thoughts at the introduction of a new plan, cerulean gaze raising to watched the shorter man carefully. What would it be like to travel with John? What would they do? He would have to leave London behind... But then John would be there. "When should we leave?" He inquired carefully, not deterring his stare.
Stranger: "We wouldn't have to leave for a little. We'd have all the time in the world, after all." John frowned, cleaning Sherlock's wound before pressing a pasty over it, smoothing it down with one finger as delicately as he could. "I'd...well, I'd turn you-- but only if you wanted! I'd never do that against your will. It's...it means a lot more than you may think. I wished I had a choice when it happened. But at the same time I don't, because then I would have never met you." John licked away the indentation his teeth had made in his bottom lip, standing to put the kit away. Maybe now wasn't the best time to be discussing this.
You: Oh. He hadn't expected that. Watching the doctor, Sherlock pressed his nails in harder, observing the way the man moved. "Would you explain how to goes, John...?" He pressed, deciding it best to gather all information because John chose to shut down. It was only a matter of time before the other went silent. "I assume there are differences from how the media has conveyed it. I don't expect you to divulge any information or facts, such as weaknesses or items that could be potentially harmful... However, if I am to consider it, I would prefer to be prepared." Sherlock finished, dragging his fingers up the inside of his wrists to massage the bruises on his forearms.
Where'd ya go stranger? I was just about to reply and then you disappeared! Well, thank you for replying to my prompt. I'm glad you did because I didn't think anyone was going to bite today. You were a delight-truly!
You: When did you plan on telling me? -SH (Vamplock Au)
Stranger: Pardon? JW
Stranger: Plan on telling you what? JW
You: Don't be an idiot. -SH
You: What do you think I'm talking about? -SH
Stranger: I don't understand. JW
Stranger: Sherlock, explain, please. JW
You: Your /secret/, John! -SH
You: That is what I am asking about. -SH
Stranger: {Delayed} I don't have one. You're being paranoid is all. JW
You: As if your hesitation wasn't answer enough. -SH
You: Do you really think me such a common simpleton? -SH
Stranger: Sherlock, I.... You don't understand. JW
Stranger: How did you find out? JW
You: I don't understand? Why don't you /explain/ then, John. -SH
Stranger: Tell me how you found out. JW
You: Not until you explain. -SH
Stranger: Don't be angry, please. I understand if you want to move out, but this wasn't my choice. JW
You: I never said I was moving out. -SH
Stranger: I didn't want to tell you, Ecuador you wouldn't look at me the same, feel the same. You would leave, and I would be alone again. JW
Stranger: *because
Stranger: I'm a monster, Sherlock. JW
You: Yes, well, now I know. -SH
Stranger: How did you find out? JW
You: You slipped up. -SH
Stranger: Tell me. JW
You: Blood on the cuff. -SH
Stranger: Is that all? JW
You: You didn't work that day, found it odd you had blood on your cuff. -SH
You: Your reasoning was off as well. -SH
You: And there also was the time Mrs. Hudson found one of your jumpers in the bin with a large blood stain and cut in fabric from a knife wound. -SH
Stranger: Damn. JW
Stranger: I won't be seeing you again, I suppose. JW
Stranger: I'll leave. JW
You: I told Mrs. Hudson it was an experiment and that the red was pig's blood. -SH
You: I also will not allow you to run off because you believe you're some monster. -SH
You: You're an idiot. -SH
Stranger: Sherlock, I am a monster. I drink blood, I have killed, I have done the worst. I dot want to hurt you. JW
You: Have your hurt me before? -SH
Stranger: I could, when I get cravings. I'm dangerous, Sherlock. JW
You: Answer my question John. -SH
Stranger: I leave during the day so I wit hurt you. JW
You: Have you hurt me before? -SH
Stranger: No, I haven't. JW
You: Then why do you believe you'd start now? -SH
Stranger: Because you know. That makes it different. JW
You: Not really. -SH
You: It makes it easier. -SH
You: You don't have to hide, John. -SH
Stranger: Let's just say one day you come home from a case, and I'm in a bad mood. Now that I don't have to hide, you'll see me in my form. You'll be there, I could take you down with one hand, and drink. JW
Stranger: I don't think either of us wants that. JW
You: I have to admit, I have entertained the thought. -SH
You: I'm a curious being. I want to know what it's like. -SH
Stranger: I'm not drinking from you. JW
Stranger: I use small blood bags, they're alright. JW
You: Fine. -SH
You: We'll keep blood bags stocked then. -SH
Stranger: You can't come home tonight, though. JW
You: Why? -SH
Stranger: You put the thought in my head. JW
You: To drink from me? -SH
Stranger: Yes. JW
Stranger: Now it's overley dangerous. I wot have you risk it. JW
Stranger: Once you see me like this, you won't think of me the way you do now. JW
Stranger: You'll want to leave. JW
You: I love how you continue to choose for me as if I'm not an intelligent being. -SH
You: Secondly, I'm already home. -SH
Stranger: Fine, I'll go somewhere else for the night. And you're not intellegent with vampires. JW
You: Don't. SH
You: I'm waiting for Lestrade to answer my text. -SH
Stranger: What did you text him? JW
Stranger: Please tell me you didn't tell him. JW
Stranger: I'll have to move again. JW
You: No, you idiot. -SH
You: I asked if I could stay at his flat. -SH
Stranger: And I'm not putting you in danger. JW
Stranger: Good. JW
You: I told him your girlfriend was coming over and that you two were going to shag each other's brains out. -SH
Stranger: He knows I don't hae a girlfriend, but alright. JW
Stranger: Stay at the flat, I have other places to go. JW
You: He thinks you're dating Sarah again. -SH
Stranger: Stay, I have other places. JW
You: John. -SH
Stranger: There's a place, I haven't gone some I turned. Humans decide to donate their blood, an it's almost a hotel for us. JW
You: John. -SH
Stranger: What? JW
You: Stay. Lestrade will find it odd if I cancel when I've told him you're getting shagged. -SH
Stranger: I can erase it from his mind. JW
You: Don't. Just stay. -SH
Stranger: But fine. I need to stay out most of the night anyway. JW
You: Why? -SH
Stranger: I'm growing weak. Lack of blood does this. Il need to go searching, the blood bags aren't big enough right now. JW
Stranger: Maybe an animal. JW
You: Why not have more than one or your usual amount? -SH
You: Or, you could drink some of my bloody...? -SH
Stranger: Doesn't work. And Sherlock. JW
Stranger: You don't understand the pain, and what you're doing. JW
Stranger: I would never put you through that. JW
You: I have a very high pain tolerance, John. -SH
Stranger: This is different. JW
You: Is it. What is it like? -SH
Stranger: I can make it nice, but then you'll ask time to time for me to drink. JW
Stranger: It's awful. JW
Stranger: Your head spins. Your stomach twists. JW
Stranger: You feel as if you're dying, if I take too much. JW
You: Sound exhilarating. -SH
You: And I could be hooked on a far worse drug. -SH
Stranger: This would be a new one. It's terrible, Sherlock. I don't want to do this. I wouldn't be able to control myself. JW
You: Why not? -SH
Stranger: New blood. It's hard to stop. JW
You: oh. So what if we introduced it slowly? -SH
Stranger: What do you mean? JW
Stranger: It doesn't work like that. JW
You: How do you know? -SH
You: Mix blood, increasing the amount one feeding at a time. -SH
Stranger: No, Sherlock. I'd pounce on you, I would use you. JW
You: I'm still not seeing it as something so bad. -SH
Stranger: It's bad, and I don't want to hurt you. JW
You: But you've said that you could make it nice. -SH
Stranger: Are you out yet? I can hear some shuffling from the flat, but it's probably Mrs. Hudson. JW
You: Mrs. Hudson. I decided to walk the streets while waiting for Lestrade. -SH
Stranger: Great, I'm in now. JW
Stranger: Promise me you won't come, alright? JW
You: To the flat? -SH
Stranger: Yes. JW
You: Fine. -SH
Stranger: Thank you. JW
Stranger: I'm doing this for you, you know? JW
You: You're doing it for yourself, really. -SH
Stranger: It's for you. JW
Stranger: I even look like a monster. JW
You: Mmn, I don't think so. -SH
Stranger: You don't want to see me like this. JW
Stranger: Especially when I'm craving your blood. JW
You: I do want to see you. -SH
Stranger: Why? JW
You: I'm curious. Secondly, it's you. -SH
Stranger: {Delayed} I hate myself for this. There's a kit at the end of the staircase, it has sleep darts. Put then in your pocket, and you can come see me. JW
Stranger: If I try to do anything, use them immediately. JW
You: Thank you, John. -SH
Stranger: Fine. JW
You: Sherlock put his phone into his pocket and thanked Mrs. Hudson for the tea before he sent her off to bed. Within minutes he located the kit and was walking up the stairs, darts in his pocket. "John?" He inquired, closing the door the flat but leaving it unlocked unless something did happen. "How long would the darts even work?" He questioned, removing one from his pocket to examine. "An hour? A day? Ten minutes...?"
Stranger: John heard his footsteps, and closed his eyes. If his heart worked, it would be beating faster, and his face would be red. His face was pale, lifeless. His eyes were blood red, and his hands were sitting gently on the arm rest. E ears Sherlocks voice, and his breath. This man was human, and now he knew John wasn't. John kept his eyes closed, and spoke in his hushed, angry voice. "2 hours." He spoke firmly, trying to give Sherlock a warning. He gripped the side of the chair, hearing Sherlocks heart beating faster. He felt bad, but Sherlock wanted this, he wanted to see John like this. He hadn't fed in a week, and he was growing weak, which made this even harder.
You: Looking up at the stern voice, the brunet paused to take in the sight. Right. So, red eyes and a pale face. He'd thought there might be more of a change, but clearly not-and John's eyes were a fascinating shade. He wanted to get closer to see, but he ought to act like prey. Weren't vampires predators? He shrugged mentally at the thought and crossed towards the shorter man without an obvious care for the slight changes. "Do you have a venom then...? Something that dull's the donor's senses-makes them submit or present?" He asked next, head cocking to the side as he observed John. He knew his pulse was beginning to race; he was excited and the thought of being close to something so dangerous was exhilarating. Especially with it being /John/.
Stranger: John shook his head, and opened his eyes, revealing his bloodshot eyes. He stood up, and walked closer to Sherlock. His fangs began to show through his mouth, and he became stronger. He stood in front of Serlock, looking down t him. He ears his pulse racing, and his eyes showed... Fear? No. His voice became deeper, almost like a growl, "I could hurt you in a second. I could pin you down. Yet... You come." He bent down and cam eye to eye with the human, he could hear Sherlocks thoughts running like crazy, and he stood up straight, walking back to his armchair. His fangs were full, and his cravings grew. But he couldn't hurt Sherlock, he couldn't. It was him, the man who made him feel most human, the one he /loved/. His face grew with anger, and he shoo the idea away.
You: It was fascinating, seeing it all, but he wasn't frightened. Why John thought him to be was absurd. So he taunted, which he really oughtn't, but he was Sherlock Holmes and he adored flirting with death. "Why don't you?" He inquired casually, watching John retreat to his armchair. He debated on following, but that might be a bit too much. "Why don't you pin me down and take? I did come, and you did say you could make it nice... I'm also prepared. We set of a safety net, should something go wrong I will be fine. So why don't you act on those cravings, John?" He pushed, taking the first step forward before sending all caution to the wind. He crossed to John's chair, standing before it. His curiosity would be the death of him, and how just it would be by the man that made him better.
Stranger: John flinched, and could hear the blood rushing through Sherlock. He looked at him, and his eyes turned to a a golden-red. He couldn't take it. Herlock was being pushy, and it annoyed John. He shot up, and pushed Sherlock to the ground, landing on top if him. He kept his leg between Sherlocks, so he couldn't get up. He had one hand pinning Sherlock down easily, and the other faints the floor, keeping himself supported. He looked down at him, his eyes filled with sorrow, "You can leave, just say the word," he said putting a hand over Sherlocks chest. He was so warm compared to John, and his heart was beating fast. He kept his hand there for a moment, hoping Sherlock would say no. This was Sherlock, his reason for staying here.
You: He noted the flinch, but just a bit too late. He was on the ground, wind knocked from in a sharp whooshing exhale. It made him nervous at first, but then this was exactly as he wanted. He /wanted/ to see John take and he wanted to give. For once he wanted to share with the man and he was also very invested in knowing what it was like. Pinned in place, relaxed and licked his lips, watching the man above him. His heart beat had risen again, but for very different reasons. He wasn't going to say no; he was a very selfish man and lacking any sensibility when it came to his blogger. "I'm not going to leave, John. We're right here, I've already told you I want it, /so do it/." He ordered, tearing his cerulean stare from the man so he could expose his neck. Hopefully it was enough incentive.
Stranger: John looked at him curiously, and put his hand in Sherlocks pocket, making sure e had the darts, "Use these wen you need, promise me." He was ready. He bent down, and licked Sherlocks neck were he would bite, stabizing the spot. He leane up, and looked at Sherlock. He took his hand, and moved it to Sherlocks chin, turning him towards him. E slowly bent down, and gave him a gentle, and tender kiss. The bite could wait for a moment, he needed to show Sherlock he cared about him. He kept the kiss going, not wanting to break away. Why would Sherlock be so stupid to let him? He shook the mental note off, and focused on Sherlock. He moved one arm to grip Sherlocks waist, and the other supporting himself on the floor.
You: The warmth of John's tongue on his neck sent a shiver up his spine. Well, that was... Very nice. He closed his eyes, preparing for the bite that never came. When his face was guided forward, he opened his eyes to look at the blond with confusion. Which deepened and the evaporated at the kiss. This was new. So very new and so very delightful. He kissed his blogger back, lips hesitant at first before he caught onto their very own personal rhythm. Trembling hands reached up to hold John in place by his palms to the vampire's cheeks, lips searching and exploring. Yes. This was /extremely/ nice, but he wanted /more/. He nibbled on John's lip and pressed into contact at his waist, kissing the man more deeply. Were he a cat, there was no doubt in his mind that he would be purring.
Stranger: John kissed him even more, and pulled Sherlock into him. He licked his lip for entrance, and deepened the kiss. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling warmth. He hadn't felt warmth since he was turned, and Sherlock made him feel that one again. His cravings grew, and he showed it in the kiss. He enjoye it, and could tell Sherlock did as well. He cradled him, holding his waist gently, and slowly calmed down the kiss, wondering how Sherlock felt. He pulled back, giving Sherlock a moment to catch his breath, knowing he needed it. He looked down at him, his eyes still a golden-red color, but he felt warmer inside. He could've sworn he felt his heart beat for a moment, and it was Sherlock. He out his hand lightly on Serlocks chest, feeling where his heart is. He never expected Sherlock to kiss him back, but it was.. Very enjoyable.
You: Gasping as John licked at the seam of his mouth, he opened them immediately and returned the press. He dragged his tongue over John's, the action hesitant until it grew into something more confident just like everything else he'd attempted. Touching the man and being touched by him was positively full of bliss. He wanted more, and John was giving it to him. His heart sang, his mind melding into the background as the world fell away from them. His hands moved to thread through the golden wheat lock, heart stuttering on an occasional beat when John pulled him closer. It ended far too early, but breathing... Breathing was /boring/ in comparison to this. Sherlock opened his eyes and sucked in a deep breath, pupils blown wide with attraction and arousal. "John, that was..." He breathed, unable to find a fitting word for it. "/More/."
Stranger: John chuckled lightly and looked down at him, sneaking one more deep kiss. He decided he would make the bite enjoyable. He bent down to Sherlocks neck, going it one small, teasing lick.he slowly, and carefully sunk his fangs into his skin, taking in the blood. It was so sweet, so pure. He sent the shot if enjoy through his body so it wouldn't hurt, and he dug into his skin. He gripped Sherlck tighter.
You: Sherlock returned the kiss, eyes falling shut when the blond pulled away. He exposed his neck a second time, fingers tightening in the silken locks as he awaited the bite. The first prick of the fangs made him wince, but then it was... /Oh/. That was nice. So very nice. The detective relaxed, melting into John's grasp as the venom flooded his system to change pain into pleasure. He might have moaned, /might/ have, but this-this was glorious and he couldn't remember. It was close to a high, but something so much better.
Stranger: John grasped him tighter, sinking into his skin, and knowing the pleasure woud go away soon. He heard Sherlock moan, and dug deeper. The blood was so sweet, pure, and it gave Jihn chills, but warmth went through his body. He sleigh slowed down as he knew the pain was startin to sink in.
You: He wanted to keep the high and drift off with it, but there was a tiny niggling beginning to make itself more pronounced. The floating feeling was beginning to be replaced by a dull tingling throb, which soon became little pricks of pain. He winced and then whimpered as the pain sunk in, but didn't make a move to detach himself. It didn't hurt overly and it certainly wasn't the worst thing he'd felt. He was more annoyed that the high had gone away when he'd been enjoying it so much.
Stranger: John gave one more tighter grip and pull t his blood, and he heard Sherlock scream. He pulled back, his eyes a pure red and he flew off Sherlock. "Sher?" He asked concerned. Sherlock was still on the floor, breathing, but he seemed weak. He ran over to him, wiping the blood off his face. He ran a hand over Sherlocks neck, clearing the blood. He ran his tounge over his neck, making the woud heal, only leaving a small scar. "Are you alright?" He asked, leaning lightly over him. He was worried, and felt a rush if guilt come over him. What had he done?
You: Sherlock's scream really wasn't a scream, but more of a gasp and yelp as the pain became even stronger. He opened his mouth to apologize, but then John was so worried and caring that he couldn't say anything. He reached up with his trembling hands to draw the blond close, kissing his forehead. "Sorry, I'm sorry... Didn't mean to frighten you. You pressed down more on my neck and it hurt just the bit, but it was fine. You merely surprised me, John. I'm sorry. It's okay though." He consoled, smiling although he did feel a bit weak. "It's okay. It's okay, love..." He hummed, pressing his lips to the vampire's.
Stranger: John felt something flutter in his stomach, emotion. He loved him. He too Sherlocks hand and laced their fingers, kissing him back gently. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry..." He began, feelif his voice go back to normal. His cravings went away, and he kissed him gently once again. He was John again. He took Sherlock into his arms, stil of course very strong. He lifted him up, "You're going to get weaker, so I'll just care for you. Alright? Herlock, I love you," he said in a hushed, gentle voice. He settled him down in the bed, keeping their fingers laced together. "I'm sorry, Sherlock. I never should've used you," he said, closing his eyes that had guilt all over them.
You: The brunet rolled his eyes and didn't mind being lifted. Not one bit. It was rather nice, being catered to and pampered. He would ask for more, but John was going on about the guilt again and he didn't care. "Stop." He ordered, bringing their hands to his lips so he could kiss John's knuckles. "I asked for it. I told you specifically that I wanted it and you gave it to me. It was /enjoyable/. Sure, the pain was a negative-a /minor/ negative-but I enjoyed it. Stop with the guilt, John. I asked you to use me and I don't regret it, so you shouldn't either." He finished, attempting pull John down beside him so they could lay together. "I love you, John... I do love you. Now, hold me because I really did enjoy that."
Stranger: John gave a small smile, and laid next to Sherlock, gazing and locking their eyes. "You do need rest. I remember my first time, I was tired, but I didn't rest, which is why I let them keep going." He paused, wrapping his arms around Sherlock and pulling him close without a problem. "Which is why.. I'm this," he said, putting his fangs away. Sherlock loved him, Ben after /this/. John hadn't felt love in a while, but Sherlock made him feel that way. He gently kissed his forehead, and made him rest. He held him tightly, and protectively, knowing Sherlock was his. "I will have bad days, and you'll have to listen to me, alright?" He said, knowing Sherlock would have to agree. He didn't want to make Sherlock feel more pain, or worse, turn. No, he would never run him into this. He hae him a small smile, and ran a hand through his dark curls, "I can't believe you would love me," he whispered, cradling Sherlock like a small child.
You: He would have done anything John asked him to so long as the blond held him. He wiggled against the man, ensuring they were close together. He tangled their legs and nuzzled against the blond with a content sigh. "Yes, John... I understand. Next time, I'll stop you, and I'll keep the darts on me more often. So long as it makes you feel better, I don't care." He smiled, leaning into the fingers carting through his ebony locks. He was going to say more, but he was tired and far too content with the haziness of sleep falling over him like a blanket. He welcomed it and leaned into John without a care. "I love you... And now I'm going to sleep." He warned just a minute before he finally did fall to the exhaustion of the day and John's feeding.
Stranger: John smiled, and held him tightly. He snuck one last kiss before he fell fully asleep, and sighed. "I love you, Sherlock," he said kissing the top of his head as he fell asleep. He hummed a calm song to make him sleep, knowing it would help. He pulled a blanket over them, keeping Sherlock warm. John was always freezing, that's just how his body was. Lifeless. He let Sherlock sleep, and got out his phone. He was going to text his fellow vampire friend, explaining how he would need bags soon.
