Mycroft shook his head and chuckled, a dark, mirthless chuckle. "Oh, John." He said, in an almost mock tone. "I have no desire to see your mammary glands. In fact, the idea quite puts me off so your modesty is ill founded."
He took a step closer, then another, and a third, until he was close to Sherlock, and the sleeping child. "He looks a lot like you, child." Mycroft said, using the name that he had called Sherlock quite a lot when he was a young Vampire, still coming in to his own, learning what it was to be a Vampire.
Mycroft turned back to John. "You seem to forget that I have been in touch with your mother quite a bit since you two became.." He waved a hand dismissively ".. Friends. She made a portal for me."
He reached out and touched the baby, tenderly, his face softening for a moment, just a heartbeat, into something almost tender, then he drew his hand back and composed himself into his normal countenance.
"The child is half Vampire, his Sire's Sire is First Blood. Even one generation down, his blood will be strong. I have sired Vampires who have sired their own line, like you, Sherlock. And their offspring needed to drink blood from the moment they were born." He looked at John. "Mother's Milk will sustain him for a while, but I suggest that you drink from Sherlock often, as you did when you were pregnant, every couple of days, so that my progeny will get that which he needs."
"When he grows older and stronger, and no longer needs Mother's Milk, then he will need to feed as Sherlock does. Small animals should sustain him as he grows, but Sherlock will eventually have to teach him to feed from humans."
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Date: 2019-06-18 03:14 am (UTC)He took a step closer, then another, and a third, until he was close to Sherlock, and the sleeping child. "He looks a lot like you, child." Mycroft said, using the name that he had called Sherlock quite a lot when he was a young Vampire, still coming in to his own, learning what it was to be a Vampire.
Mycroft turned back to John. "You seem to forget that I have been in touch with your mother quite a bit since you two became.." He waved a hand dismissively ".. Friends. She made a portal for me."
He reached out and touched the baby, tenderly, his face softening for a moment, just a heartbeat, into something almost tender, then he drew his hand back and composed himself into his normal countenance.
"The child is half Vampire, his Sire's Sire is First Blood. Even one generation down, his blood will be strong. I have sired Vampires who have sired their own line, like you, Sherlock. And their offspring needed to drink blood from the moment they were born." He looked at John. "Mother's Milk will sustain him for a while, but I suggest that you drink from Sherlock often, as you did when you were pregnant, every couple of days, so that my progeny will get that which he needs."
"When he grows older and stronger, and no longer needs Mother's Milk, then he will need to feed as Sherlock does. Small animals should sustain him as he grows, but Sherlock will eventually have to teach him to feed from humans."