Sherlock

Sherlock came out of Baskerville with more than he bargained for. Now he lives with a curse. A curse he has to keep hidden. Sherlock had been scratched by George Sands, a werewolf. He now has to live with the condition and hide it from everyone who he knew. Of course his condition was apparent to his brother who helps him cope with being a wolf once a month.

[thedeductivewerewolf-blog]

+ghostsince1738

"What help would a ghost need from me I wonder" Sherlock said eying the woman. His sharp eyes scanned her up and down. He was  werewolf now. It wasn't the first time  ghost had come to him now he could see them.

[justanothermindpalace-deactivat]

God i love him

[deducingly]

[thedeductivewerewolf-blog]

+silvertonguedjotunnheyoka

[silvertonguedjotunnheyoka-deact]

Loki’s sharp eyes were fixed on the other male, his had tilted slightly in confusion. He continued his approach, stopping just beside the chair in which he was seated. He rested his hands behind his back, quite casual in his stance. A quick glance around the room, and the Jotunn gave a small shrug and faintest ghost of a snicker. “I see that. Most fortunate that I am no client.” He returned nonchalantly. “Why so quick to run me away? Seems as though you are the one in need of help, does it not?” Again his eyes were locked on the man on the couch. Most intriguing this one, he thought to himself, awaiting a response.

[thedeductivewerewolf-blog]

Sherlock growled in frustration. Did the man not understand that he could end up dead. He swiftly got up and then stood inches from the male. His eyes were solid black and his lips pulled back to show the white fangs which he had. "I have no control" Sherlock growled. He looked at the man and then in quick speed he had the other male backed up against the wall. "I can drain you dry..I would enjoy it" Sherlock whispered. He was shocked a this own words. He was a freshly made vampire. He had not settled into his fangs so to speak. He was breathing heavily. He slumped back down onto the sofa and wrapped a bight orange shock blanket around him. He let out a small huff and he looked rather annoyed at the moment. He wanted to be able to go back to the way he was but he had been attacked.

He looked at the male and then slumped even further. His body was curled up on the sofa. His very teeth itched with the need for blood. He shook off the need and then looked at the male. "What is it you want from me?" He asked. Sherlock was caving blood badly and he wouldn't be able to function properly. He looked annoyed and then moved over to the fridge. He had some blood bags but if it wasn't fresh then it wasn't the same. Sherlock huffed an then text John to come back to the flat. He was a werewolf. Normally it was toxic but somehow...John was different. No doubt because it was them. They were always the exception to the rule. He looked at the male. "Mind telling me who you are?" He asked. He moved away from the fridge and then flopped onto the sofa his eyes closing.

He was trying to ignore the slow beating heart and the one that was fast beating near him. It was maddening. He huffed again and then twisted so he could see the other male. "You're heartbeat is...maddening." He growled. He rubbed his temples furiously wishing that he could stop the senses that he had.

[inboxideas]

What do you think would happen if our characters got drunk together?

[thedeductivewerewolf-blog]

+blogofmissjoanwatson

[blogofmissjoanwatson]

Joan tilted her head to the side a little when Sherlock told her he could smell the beef. She checked her breath and frowned. “How do you smell that? It’s barely…scented on my breath…” She walked to her arm chair and fell back into it, crossing one leg over the other. “And how did you know I had company? I only smell of Angelo’s after shave…”

[thedeductivewerewolf-blog]

Sherlock frowned and stopped playing to look at her. His blue eyes narrowed slightly. He could now pick up a more feminine perfume and it wasn't the usual one that Joan wore. He knew who wore that and he gave a slight smile. He sighed his eyes still fixed on Joan. "You were with Molly. Her perfume is more...flowery than yours" He commented. He flopped dramatically onto the sofa and then looked at Joan. His eyes were narrowed once more. "Will you be going out again?" Sherlock asked. He desperately needed more blood. He shuddered. It had been hard on him to feed from his brother and he would never do that again. He pulled a blanket over his body. He was a touch cold. He looked at Joan and then sighed softly. He closed his eyes and then made sue his blanket was wrapped tightly around him. "I need some sleep. I'm tired" He commented. His body was still changing. He had to get used ot that and it took too much energy.

[rpsituations-blog]

My muse is suffering from a panic attack and can't breathe. What does your muse do?

[thedeductivewerewolf-blog]

+silvertonguedjotunnheyoka

Sherlock looked a the male who had walked through into the flat. His eyes met the strangers for a brief moment before he looked away. He huffed and then looked up at the ceiling. "I'm not taking any cases" Sherlock mumbled. He had not yet gotten used to his condition so he didn't really want to be around anyone. He had fed but it had been most embarrassing to ask Mycroft for blood. He groaned softly as he recalled the rich taste and the warmth. He needed blood. "i really would go now" He told the stranger. He didn't want to hurt him after all.

[thedeductivewerewolf-blog]

+shechoselife

Sherlock stood on the outskirts of  field. His moth had a slight blood stain at the edge and he looked healthier than he had done before. He also had an old blood bag at his feet. His eyes were fixed on the figure on the field. The figure that was now screaming. His bones cracking and reforming under the full moon. "John...." Sherlock called. He moved closer. "Don't!" John managed to scream before letting out a more inhuman yell. Sherlock then turned as he noticed someone approaching. "Stay back." He yelled. He was a young vampire so his eyes bled into the black color and and his fangs were on full show. "He's dangerous" Sherlock said his words firm. He  looked at John who was going through the last of the change. "Who are you?" He asked.

[advicefromthearmydoctor]

⁈

John adjusted his posture slightly, blushing. “Uh… Sherlock, what are you doing?”

[thedeductivewerewolf-blog]

"It's an experiment John" Sherlock mumbled. He moved his hand away from the man. He looked at John and then gave a slight sigh. His yes turned away from the army doctor and he took a deep breath. He moved away from him and picked up his violin. He looked at John. "It doesn't matter now" He commented. He looked out of the window as he began to play. The tune was full of raw emotion. Playing the violin was the one way he got to say what he meant and tell someone what he wanted to. "There's something you need to know John..." Sherlock said. He paused and then looked at the army doctor. "Something changed since the Baskerville case..It's hard to believe..." He stopped and then began to play again.  How could he tell John what he was? He would never believe him.

[demonbloodxdetox]

Send me '⁈' for my character's reaction to your muse running their hand up mine's thigh.

[thedeductivewerewolf-blog]

+blogofmissjoanwatson

[blogofmissjoanwatson]

Joan shrugged her coat off and raised a brow as she looked over to her flat mate.”When did I tell you I went out to Angelo’s?” She asked, hanging up her coat. She noticed the blood stain on his cuff and frowned. “Did you cut yourself on something?” She looked to the kitchen for broken glass and crinkled her nose. “If you have, you better put a plaster on it.”

[thedeductivewerewolf-blog]

Sherlock gave a small huff. He ignored the comment about the blood. He looked carefully at Joan. His eyes were showing that he was less than impressed. He wanted to scream and shout for some reason. However he soon soothed himself. He took a deep breath and then moved to his violin he picked it up and then began to play. "You didn't tell me you went. I could smell the beef on you...that and Angelo's cheap aftershave. He must have hugged you" He commented. He sucked in a deep breath and then continued to pay. The music was sorrowful and full of emotion. He paused for a moment and then eyed Joan. "I also know you had company..." He commented. He then went back to playing as if that was the most interesting thing for him to do at the moment which it was.

[thedeductivewerewolf-blog]

+stbartsxfinest

Sherlock looked rather annoyed as he stalked into the morgue. He then lost that expression was unreadable and he looked at the one woman he trusted. He looked at her his face was set into an expression of worry. "Molly. I need your help...." He told her. He looked at her. "Something has happened to me...I..." He started. He wasn't sure how to take this. "I'm something different" He whispered. He looked at her. "I'd tell you but I'm afraid I would upset you. I just need....I want..blood" He told her.

[itsnotmyrealname-archive]

thedeductivevampire stepped in to the office

"Need something?"

[thedeductivewerewolf-blog]

"Oh..yes. I would like the files on Baskerville. Every file" Sherlock growled. He looked carefully at her and then gave a slight smile. "Or speaking to my brother would do. He hasn't been honest wit me as to the nature of the work Baskerville do" He commented.

[thedeductivewerewolf-blog]

+blogofmissjoanwatson

Sherlock lay on the sofa his body relaxed. The change hadn't altered him too much. He felt a different kind of hunger every now and then but it was slated as son as it started. He heard Joan come in but he didn't move at all. He just laid his eyes partly closed his chest rising and falling in even spaces. "You went to Angelo's for lunch...how was the beef stew?" He asked not even bothering to look at her. His moth pursed shut. His recent feed on Mycroft evident in the healthier glow to his skin and the blood stain on his cuff he had failed to pick up on.

[locustcry]

HOLY COW THIS IS TERRIFYING 

[e-mangos]

I couldn’t even tell you in proper words why I’m so utterly fascinated by the whole Vampire Sherlock concept. Maybe it’s the thought of Sherlock’s preternatural intelligence, cool wit and abrasive personality combined with the silky, predator nature of a vampire that makes it so…compelling?

Whatever it is, I’m still buzzing for series 3.

"Vampire Sherlock and Werewolf John" by Godforget.