Sherlock looked away, a little shamed. "Too many to count." He admitted. "For a very long time, I would use my Thrall to entice victims back to my lair, where I would either use them, or drink from them, or both. Most of the time, I would..." He paused and sighed, looking up. He was not surprised to see that the cab driver was eyeing him warily.
"Often, I would... dispose of them. so no one would find out what I was. I lived- as best I could- incognito. For almost 300 years, it served me well. But with the start of the Industrial Revolution and all of the modern technology that came from it, it became literally impossible to hide who I was. So that had to stop." Even with that revelation, the driver still didn't seem to relax, and he was quite happy when they arrived at their destination, taking Sherlock's money very tentatively.
This was a rather strange part of town, where Demons and Imps and Faeries and Vampires all lived together- joining together in their shared outcast status. He tried to ignore the catcalls and insults, but when someone suggested sharing John, Sherlock's eyes glowed red in anger. He hissed and used his quick speed to run over to the man and slammed him, up against the wall. It was a goblin, and Sherlock could easily hold him up.
"You best apologize." Sherlock didn't even bother to use his Thrall. The deadly tone of his voice was enough. "If you value your life."
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Date: 2019-06-12 08:46 pm (UTC)"Often, I would... dispose of them. so no one would find out what I was. I lived- as best I could- incognito. For almost 300 years, it served me well. But with the start of the Industrial Revolution and all of the modern technology that came from it, it became literally impossible to hide who I was. So that had to stop." Even with that revelation, the driver still didn't seem to relax, and he was quite happy when they arrived at their destination, taking Sherlock's money very tentatively.
This was a rather strange part of town, where Demons and Imps and Faeries and Vampires all lived together- joining together in their shared outcast status. He tried to ignore the catcalls and insults, but when someone suggested sharing John, Sherlock's eyes glowed red in anger. He hissed and used his quick speed to run over to the man and slammed him, up against the wall. It was a goblin, and Sherlock could easily hold him up.
"You best apologize." Sherlock didn't even bother to use his Thrall. The deadly tone of his voice was enough. "If you value your life."