Blood Fury - Part 11

Sherlock POV

I adored the night. It's my element. My kind isn't called creatures of the night for nothing. I stood on the rooftop of the building, feeling the cool breeze brush against my face, making my hair dance. I felt the power of the full moon grace my skin. It was beautiful. I heard the distant howl of a wolf. Lestrade¸ I thought. Only sharp ears could hear his howl. It was strong and powerful, the howl of a lycan. He was a direct descendant of the breed known as lycans. It was obvious he was different to other werewolves. For one, the moonlight shines off his fur, and you keep see faint patterns in his fur. Werewolves don't have that. His howl is also a lot stronger and he is bigger. I sensed a presence next to me. Another vampire.
"Hello Mycroft," I said without turning to him.
"Hello brother dear," Mycroft replied.
"Anything exciting in your world?" I asked.
"Nothing that concerns you," Mycroft answered.
"So a lot of things," I smirked.
"What about? Surely there must be something amusing you?" Mycroft ask. Where do I begin?
"A vampire has been on a murder spree," I said.
"So I've heard," Mycroft replied.
"You have anything on that?" I asked. Mycroft smiled and shook his head. "Of course. There is something else much more exhilarating."
"Oh?" Mycroft raised one eyebrow.
"I've found someone," I smiled.
"Really? Tell me more," Mycroft urged.
"You remember John Watson? Of course you do, you remember bloody everything," I said, "Well, him and I, we got together."
"Oh congratulations Sherlock!" Mycroft cried out with a huge smile on his face, "You're finally found someone."
"Yes. I don't know if it will last though," I replied.
"Well of course it will!" Mycroft laughed. I glared at him. "What? Oh, I see. You haven't told him what you are."
"How am I supposed to tell him? Come home, make a nice cup of tea and say 'oh, by the way John, I'm a bloodsucking monster'!" I yelled.
"I'm sure he'll take it," Mycroft grinned.
"That's not the part I'm worried about," I replied.
"I don't underst – Oh, I see," Mycroft nodded, "He isn't immortal. You could always turn him."
"No. No way in hell am I turning my John," I frowned, "He doesn't deserve this torture. This life. This hell."
"No one deserves this life Sherlock," Mycroft replied.
"I still cannot turn him. And neither will you. No one will harm him," I said. I shoved my hands in my pockets. Time past between my brother and I.
"Are you going to tell him?" he asked. I sighed.
"Never really thought about it. Maybe when the time is right," I replied.
"The time is never right Sherlock. You of all people should know that," Mycroft said. I made a 'hmm' sound. More time passed. All we could hear was the soft wind, the card passing by below and Lestrade's howls. I looked up at the sky. It was black velvet that shimmered like stars. So beautiful. I closed my eyes and tilted my head upward. I absorbed the moon's light. My mind was clear. I enjoyed those rare moments when my mind wasn't clattered with various things. It was peaceful.
"You haven't fed."
I groaned. Of course Mycroft would notice.
"Is it that big of a deal?" I said, turning to my brother. He was frowning.
"Sherlock, you need to feed, otherwise others will get hurt," Mycroft answered. I scoffed. "Sherlock, I'm serious. Remember what happened last time."
"You had to bring that up, didn't you Mycroft?" I bared my teeth.
"If it'll get you to listen!" Mycroft bared his teeth at me. I snarled, my eyes glowing scarlet.
"Never bring that up! Ever!" I growled.
"My apologies. That was wrong of me. I won't ever bring it up again. You have my word," Mycroft replied. My eyes turned back to normal.
"Thank you brother," I said. I closed my eyes again. Moments passed before I heard Mycroft leave. But he spoke before he left. Feed Sherlock, you need to feed, he had said; feed before you do something you'll regret. Feed before you kill someone you care about.