"Three months Mum. I was invalid home from Afghanistan. A spelled arrow to the shoulder. I got a job with the Yard, curse breaker. On one of my first assignments I met him..."
John knew his mother could find him if she really tried. Fuck.
"His name is Sherlock Holmes, his sire is one of the First Blood. A vampire ancient enough to go toe to toe with you Mum." He had heard stories growing up of the Old Ones. They were not to be messed with.
What would Sherlock's sire say when he found out his son was mated to a half-demon...
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Date: 2019-06-13 01:01 am (UTC)John knew his mother could find him if she really tried. Fuck.
"His name is Sherlock Holmes, his sire is one of the First Blood. A vampire ancient enough to go toe to toe with you Mum." He had heard stories growing up of the Old Ones. They were not to be messed with.
What would Sherlock's sire say when he found out his son was mated to a half-demon...