Holding out for a Hero Part 1Sherlock's pale eyes stared into nothingness. He looked at his books faintly, having read them all multiple times. He couldn't hold back a yawn as he scratched his face slightly. Replacing his leather gloves, he stood, letting his long trench coat hit the floor of a moment before pulling it higher onto his thin shoulders as he surprised a grin, hearing the fire alarm go off. It was silenced immediately as a small lad was walked past the door in the grip of 2 prefects. Sherlock shook his head, sweeping some of his dark curls from his light blue eyes. Turning on his heel he picked up some of his books and left, humming to himself.***"How many times must I tell you James
"The small teen looked across the room at a man in a wheelchair. He shrugged, arrogantly, sweeping off the lapels of his suit."You can tell me until your thugs learn to leave well enough alone with me
"The soft Irish voice echoed s
Bloody Snow part 3Sherlock had made Jade a cup of tea. It was a rare philanthropic gesture from Sherlock to make tea for someone, so jade had taken him up on the offer, surprised when he did it without mishap, bringing in two hot cups of tea, Sherlock's black with about 5 sugars this time. Jade cringed, sipping from her tea, wondering if it had anything odd in it."Relax. Theres no arsenic or anything in there."Jade smiled slightly, as did Sherlock, she found herself studying his mouth as he grinned at her, he rolled his eyes and breathed in deeply."they aren't there all the time
I can show you how they work if you'd like?"Jade seemed scared. Sherlock disappeared to the kitchen, coming back with a bloodied joint of pork on a plate. He breathed out, he hated drinking for animal blood for the sake of demonstration."You might want to put your tea down
"Jade obliged, moving next to Sherlock who wrapped an arm around her, looking her dead
Bloody Snow part 2.5"What. Is. That."Jade pointed to Sherlock, Sherlock seemed confused."That is Sherlock
. Me. This must be the shock that Lestrade was going on about"Sherlock noticed the slight hiss on the 'S' sounds and frowned slightly, mumbling a quiet 'fuck' under his breath as she wrapped an arm around her and led her to one side."Exactly what can you see? What were you pointing to?"Sherlock hissed softly, looking hard at her with his pale steely eyes. He instinctively ran his tongue along the front of his teeth. Jade stammered."You, you have fangs. Big. Sharp. Fangs."Jade touched one of them, it was real, she nearly fainted, Sherlock caught her."Oh dear. Alright let's run through this then. I was born as Sherlock Holmes in 1854 on January 6th. I was born in London. Moved into 221b Baker street in 1880 and have had 2 assistants named John Watson.