The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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He was lucky with his expertise he was able to find a job relatively quickly in a field he was familiar with. John looked down at his mobile as the alert came through. Christ. It was going to take him at least twenty minutes, if he was lucky, to get to the scene. But, he packed his things into the case and headed out.

He had been in Afghanistan for five years. First as a medic, then a doctor, and finally a hunter. He still was a doctor, but he had been assigned to an elite unit in the desert. Part of him felt a bit odd about all of it. But he didn't quite mind.

He made sure he had everything before he left.

He heard the annoyed voices, before he saw anyone as he entered the room.

"Oi. Who're you?" A man with two days of stubble and mussed black hair asked.

John paused and looked him over before his eyes landed on the gentleman in the suit with salt and pepper hair. There he was. "DI Lestrade? I'm Doctor John Watson, the new Occult Specialist, I just started last month." He gave him a smile, wanting to be nice, but not too friendly. People got jumpy around the occult. He saw it all the time in Afghanistan, and even here in London.

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[ihadabadday]

John swore and was out of bed. He grabbed his jacket and his pistol before running out the door.

He stopped when he got to the street and let out a breath. He had to think. He had to think about this.

He fingered the talisman he wore. John closed his eyes and let out a breath. He focused his energy, allowing the homing tracker to flow out.

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The phone call continued.

"A blackblood stone." Sherlock said. "Highly illegal magic that requires some very highly illegal blood sacrifices. Judging from the mediocre work you've done on these circles, you've had some help. do you have friends in high places? And of course, you must know that by using it..."

Sherlock was cut off. "SHUT UP!" Sherlock just made a noise.

"The strain on my body will et me alive from the inside out, and I'll be dead in a fortnight." The cockney voice said. "But I was already dead before this. I've got nothing to lose."

"When I command you, you're going to cut your wrist and give your Elite blood to the circle. You will of course, be incinerated immediately. But you are a small sacrifice for the glorious return of my Master." There was a slight pause.

"I wish I could have played with you properly, but you would've smelt the sulfur. Not much fun in that." Another pause.

"Now.." the cockney accent said.. and then,,, a gunshot.

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He was almost too late. He had first been drawn in the direction of some kids. Might want to tell the Yard about it.

Of course the stupid homing charm couldn't tell him what building. So he went into the one on the right.

He ran into a room and saw..."fuck." He swore.

He pulled his gun and took aim. Without a second thought he fired at the man holding the Blackblood Stone.

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Sherlock's acute hearing heard the sound before he saw anything. He hopped out of the way just in time to see a shot right through the man's wrist.

He stumbled back.. right to the circle that he drew himself. He only had time to whisper the word "master" before a flash of light surrounded him and he disintegrated into a pile of ash.

Sherlock looked to the source of the shot. a clean bullet hole through the window, and across the way, there was an open window.

And beyond that- John Watson.

Sherlock quickly made his way to the alley between the buildings, where he was not surprised to meet John once again.

"I see you got my message." He said, calmly, though his heart would have been racing, if he still had a beating one.

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John watched the cabbie fall into the circle, and he was thusly incinerated. He lowered his gun and nodded to Sherlock through the window. He then turned and fled the building, exiting at the same time as Sherlock.

He laughed at that, smiling. "A bit cryptic, but manageable."

He was flushed slightly, scuffing his foot against the alley.

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Sherlock was glad that night had fell, he didn't have to wear that cursed hood over his face. He hated it, it messed up his hair.

He started to walk towards the main road to find a taxi. He didn't even have to look back, he knew that John was following behind him with those unusually long strides for as short of a man he was.

"How did you find me?" He asked as he walked away, barely looking over his shoulder.

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He followed after him easily enough.

"Ah, just a simple homing charm." John laughed fingering his talisman. It looked to be bone and wrapped in wire and leather and tied around his neck on an aged leather cord.

He was smiling. This man...

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John was in the middle of saying something inane about some kids in Kings when Sherlock, mid stride, looked over and interrupted him.

"You saved me." He said, finally slowing his steps, then stopping.

"Most people wouldn't bother to save a vampire." He looked away, not able to look at John while he spoke.

"Eternal burdens on society and all that jazz." He was used to the persecution that he received being a vampire. On the surface, it didn't bother him, he didn't let it, but after 400 years, something like this could really start to wear a man down. It wasn't really fair, but hey- life wasn't really bloody fair.

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He paused and looked at Sherlock. John let out a breath and smiled slightly.

"I always felt that was a bit racist." He shook his head, "And you have good intentions, which makes you not so bad. Despite the blood drinking."

He rubbed the back of his head. "And you're the only person in this whole damn city who doesn't drive me up the wall, to be honest."

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He had totally stopped now, a couple of steps ahead of John. "I could say the same." He said.

Damnit, he thought to himself. It was now or never. He had to know, and there was no other excuse to keep John around. Invite him in now, before it's too late and he leaves again, and you may never get the chance to see him again.

Suddenly, he turned to the side, his face even more pale that usual. "Do you want to come back to mine?"

If it had been anything else happening, Sherlock would have thought that it was cute, the way that John's entire face turned red. But he knew that he was blushing as well.

"You mean like.." He heard John start to say, before Sherlock interrupted him before he lost his nerve.

"For.. coffee or.." He paused. "Not coffee.. Either way." His shoulders slumped and he closed his eyes, letting out a long breath. Crap, this was ridiculous.

"I'm not very good at this." He admitted, his voice only a whisper.

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John's face was red, he could feel the way it crept up his face and tinged his ears. But his lips were turning upwards. "I mean... Yeah, you're terrible. But I'm not entirely opposed to... not coffee."

He met Sherlock's gaze and bit his lip. "But I'm not living with you."

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"Well, we can talk about that later."

Immediately Sherlock walked the last few steps out of of the alley and flagged down a taxi. There was still time for John to change his mind, but thankfully he got in on the other side. It was a strange, quiet, awkward ride to Baker Street. Sherlock kept thinking that John was going to decide that this was a bad idea and back out of it.

Finally, the taxi stopped at 221 Baker Street. He got out and paid the man, then unlocked the door, looking over his shoulder to make sure that John was still there. He was.

He took John up the stairs and went in first, opening the door and holding it in, formally inviting the man into his abode.

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John slipped into the cab and was grateful for the silence. It allowed him to go over everything from the past few days. He felt no remorse over killing that cabbie. Absolutely none.

He looked up when it stopped and then slipped out. John looked up at the building and then followed Sherlock in and up the stairs. He stopped when they got to the door.

Once Sherlock went in, he took a breath and stepped in after him. There was no going back now.

"Well this isn't..." he started, only to be cut off.

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This was it. There was no going back now.

Sherlock leaned in, cutting John off by pressing him against the wall and kissing him fully while grabbing the lapels of his jacket. There was no hesitation, no tenderness, it was deep and passionate and needy.

John made a little noise, and that only egged Sherlock on more. Oh, how much he wanted to bite at John's neck, and make John his blood servant.

But first, he had to make sure that John was human, and he besides, kissing John sent his blood boiling, and he pressed his lips in again.

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The kiss was a surprise. But he didn't push Sherlock away. He didn't end the kiss. He only pressed closer, feeling his hips shift along Sherlock's. It felt like lightening go through him.

"This is surreal..." he started, "I'm supposed to be afraid of you."

He started to push Sherlock's heavy coat off as he felt his being pushed off.

"I'm supposed..."

John moaned and moved with Sherlock further into the flat. "No biting, no blood." He didn't want to see the vampire hurt.

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Every part of Sherlock said BITE TAKE FUCK.... But he had a plan, and he had to stick to it. Sherlock pulled John's coat off his shoulders, and it met his on the floor beside the door.

Slowly, but surely, Sherlock kissed and licked and all but nipped, so close, but he held himself back. He held one hand on the small of John's back, and one on his arse, over those bloody annoying trousers that were going to need to go, and very soon.

After kicking the jackets off to the side, both of his hands went to John's arse, giving each cheek a squeeze. His eyes went deep red, and he used his Voice, his Thrall.

"Let me... I NEED..."

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He groaned, wanting to get lost in the kiss. Sherlock certainly knew what he was doing and it felt like he wanted to give into all of it. But he didn't want to rush into anything. Especially not an adrenaline fueled one.

And then Sherlock grabbed his arse and... It shot a wave of lust through him.

John pulled back, putting his hands on the man's shoulders. "Hey, woah, slow down..." He smiled at Sherlock. "This is sudden. I want to, but we don't have to rush."

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Sherlock moved his hands off of John's arse, and leaned just far enough away that he could speak.

"Fascinating." He said, as one hand dropped to his side, and the other took John's opposite hand.

"What?" He heard John respond.

"There are stories.." He said, all the time gently pulling John into the room and settling him into the middle.

"..About humans who can resist a vampire's Thrall." Sherlock reached back and turned on the light.

"It's a well guarded secret that..." He looked John in the eyes "...Those stories are invariably not true." He looked down, and invited John silently to do the same.

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Why had the kissing stopped? It was sudden, but he was alright with it. The kissing was brilliant. He let out a breath and moved with Sherlock further into the room.

And then that brilliant vampire was talking and John wanted to swear and and... He knew, he fucking knew. Shit.

His eyes flicked downward, feeling his stomach drop. "Sherlock..." John raised his head, looking at the man, "Why am I in a trap circle?"

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"There is no magic or talisman that is powerful enough to protect a human from a vampire's Thrall within thier territory." Sherlock said, ignoring the question.

"They immediately enter a compliant state and only respond to direct questions or commands." Now, it was time to find out what he had needed to know since the first time he laid eyes on John Watson.

"Which leads to the question... What ARE you?

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He tried to pull his hand away. But it was held tight. "Hold on a second..."

"No wait let me explain."

John couldn't help the slight panic thsy was creeping into his voice. Sherlock didn't understand.

No. This couldn't be happening.

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Sherlock still had a hold of his hand. John looked like a deer in headlights, he was pale and sweating. It was quite obvious that he was hiding something, but Sherlock didn't know what it was.

Yet.

He was about to.

"The circle is harmless, as you know, but whatever creature you are, it will reveal you. "

John was looking away from Sherlock, down at the circle. He tried to cry out. "Wait!"

But Sherlock spoke the word, still holding onto John's hand.

"CONFINE."

The entire apartment was bathed in an almost blinding white light, brighter than the brightest sunny. day. There was the intense crackle of magic, red beams mixing with the white light.

It seemed to last forever, though it was really only a few seconds.

And when it cleared, Sherlock couldn't believe his eyes.

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John clung to Sherlock's hand as he felt the power of the circle around him start to flow over. He dropped to his knees, his free hand coming up and grabbing his hair. And oh...

Oh...

The power faded and he was trembling ever so slightly.

He lowered his hand and looked up. "Let me explain..." John said as he flexed his wings.

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Sherlock went paler than usual, his eyes were wide, his whole body stiff.

And yet, he was still holding John's hand. Only now each finger was tipped with sharp, thick onyx black claws.

"A DEMON." He said, his voice shaky. So that was what John was. He was a demon.

But.. it made no sense.. if he was a demon, then why was he hunting his kind?

"A demon, hunting demons for the Yard." He said. "Are you a spy?"

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John's eyes widened and he put his hand up. "No, no!"

"It's a long story, but I do not work for the Underworld."

He rose to his feet. What was Sherlock going to do? Report him? Banish him. He was nervous and worried. He finally had thought he found someone similar to him. But he hadn't seen this coming.