Sherlock sighed. He was tired of this. He had solved the bloody case- it wasn't evne a real case, just a boring murder between two humans. He needed to get John away from here and figure out what this man- well not a man but whatever he was- was about.

So he used his Sight.. humans called it Thrall, because they would be enthralled enough to do whatever they were told.

His eyes grew red, glowing menacingly, and he stared, unblinkingly at John.

"John Watson." Sherlock's voice was ethereal, not human, deep and dark and rich and evil.

"You will come home with me, right now."