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b> Title: "Stretching"
Author: [ profile] ariadnechan
Characters John/Sherlock, John/OCS; Irene/Moriarty, Irene/Kate, Irene/OC, Mycroft/ Lestrade, Elsie(OC)/Holmeses, Moriarty/Elsie Holmes and Sherlock Holmes one sided, Moriarty/Sebastian Moran, Moriarty/OCs.
Fandom: Sherlock BBC fusion with Vampire: the Masquerade; some Bram Stoker’s Dracula; and my own vampire world.
Rating fic: R/ Chapter: PG-13
Disclaimers: Most of this is not mine. Conan Doyle, Mark Gatiss, Steven Moffat, Wizard of the Coast and Bram Stoker contributed a lot. I just put it in a shaker with my love and some of my own vampire creation and voila!
Warnings: Some scenes of rape but not graphic, and it does not happen to John or Sherlock (prologue and some later chapter). Femlash, slash, vampires, vampires and hunters, poor humans don't know a thing. Mycroft still owns the government and some of the Mirrorworld. History is retold with vampires in it especially Roman Empire and 16 Century England, Violence and Blood like in the series and considering Vampires are in this series. Also some Shape-shifters.
Summary for the fic: The Holmes family had being hunting the rogue vampire, Moriarty, for centuries. Little by little he had been taking the world into his web but now the
Vampire Council has sent "The Sword and The Healer" to resolve the situation. Meanwhile, London was rearranging itself to receive a new wild card, Sherlock Holmes.

Summary for the chapter: Going ahead with every plan sometimes leaves you baffled, anxious or jealous.

Author Notes:
I'm really sorry for the great hiatus. But first I got into the Watson Woes Challenge, and after that I fell ill, I had a friend from other country for a visit (It was amazing!) My son's B-day to plan, well life was on the way.

This was never abandoned and I value all of you readers very much!

I had like 3 project in the cooking, and some challenge to fill, but I hope there won't be another big hiatus again, I'm working in the next chapter!

Beta: Thanks to the lovely and wonderful [ profile] mildred_bobbin who not only help me with my grammar, she also gift me with Sherlock's dvds! In my country you can't buy them, because the series is only available in Netflix since last month!( I live near the Penguins) so Thank you! you are awesome!

You can find the fic In:
Here all the Chapters in AO3 And
Here in LJ

Here chapter 9 on lj /or Here chapter 9 on Ao3

Chapter Ten

“Information, Arrangements, Reunions"

Edinburgh, Clarisse’s Estate, 2009.

John and Clarisse had a wonderful time and John explained his problem with Sherlock, his blood lust and that it was difficult not to just claim him on the spot.

“My dear John, it is obvious that you must to tell him.”

“But Moriarty is hunting him down, he will read him like an open book, this whole situation not only puts Sherlock in danger, but the whole operation and you know what is at stake here, luv. It is not only my vampire heart.” John turned grim and stared into the void.

Clarisse looked at him knowingly. “John, if you don't make this clear with the boy you could lose him because he wouldn't know what he could have. At least as a fake human you must talk to him, about what you feel.”

Clarisse was right of course. John tried to calm his posture and Clarisse, seeing his stressful demeanor, started to talk about ‘the work at hand’ and little by little about the good things about the past and people they knew.

They were laughing, remembering Austria, while downloading the information from Clarisse’s computer onto a memory stick, when Ian entered the Library. He was in dark blue bespoke suit with his hair in perfect order and the only thing off was his thoughts. John was taken aback at the jealousy that plagued the mind of the younger vampire.

John turned from Clarisse and smiled to him, while Clarisse ran to him to kiss him and embrace him about the waist. That eased the fire in the mind of the vampire a bit. He didn't know about his and Clarisse’s shared history?

John approached him and extended his hand in a very open and amicable way. “Good afternoon Ian, we were just catching up while we were waiting for you.”

Ian put a fake smile on his face and took his hand, shaking with more force than necessary while securing Clarisse’s shoulders with his other hand. “Good to see you John, I came as soon as I was able, please report to me and tell me what brings you here.”

Ian was almost cute, Clarisse and John exchanged a knowing look and Clarisse was at the point of giggles. “Don’t be like that Clarisse, the poor boy, does he even know about our history or did it all just hit him when he walked into the room?”

“A girl never tells everything but maybe you are right, I might explain about you better, we don’t want to be on his bad side.” Clarisse opened her mouth and reintroduced John to her lover.

“Ian, my darling, John knew you were mine when he saw you in Afghanistan, and we hadn’t seen each other since I built this house, as you see, we had a lot to catch up. Don’t worry my dear we used the time to work as well, looking for the info John needed. I will go prepare our meal and come back, please make the dull report in the meantime.” She kissed Ian on the cheek and rolled her eyes at John. “Ta” she said as she went out of the library to the kitchen.

After John explained to Ian about the mysterious assassin and the cabby serial killing werewolves, and what he had discovered about Moriarty’s plan. The Ash was uncomfortable, observing him like the predator he was, obviously John was the first ex he’d met. John made pretended that he didn't notice, because it was Clarisse’s job to explain if she wanted to, not his.

When Clarisse came back the tense air cleared a little and they took their cups of warmed blood and drank in silence for a bit.

“Ian, John will need our assistance to reunite with the Fianna’s community and arrange an emergency meeting with the werewolves asking them for a team to help John in his quest and alert them to Moriarty’s intentions,” she said while sitting at Ian’s side and caressing his hand in small circles, to soothe him surely.

“I’m not certain how happy the werewolves will be about working directly with vampires, but obviously this it is a matter that involves them directly. But I’m not sure what kind or how much help The Fianna will deliver,” said the Ash with honesty and concern.

John knew the facts about the past hate between Werewolves and Vampires and it was only a fragile truce now, what they had, but they really needed each other now, they could fight tomorrow but help each other today.

“I know it won’t be easy, but I will take what they’ll give me.” John was determined and Ian appreciated that as he nodded and stood up.

“I will take care of this John, you go back to your station and I will take care of the werewolves’ community and ask for Fianna help to be sent to London and to contact you there as soon as possible. Mycroft will give you the place and time.” The Ash shook hands with John, agreeing to the plan of action, the tense situation of before was now passed. John was relieved.

John packed the information Clarisse gave him in his memory stick. Clarisse had packed two other suits, John knew better than to fight her now. She showed him a site where he could leave messages to them without been traced. John was grateful.


London, Moran’s Office, 2009.

Annais was now aware that her future was in danger, she has a plan and she had decided that it was better to discuss it with Sebastian Moran first, than with James. She was persona non grata after all. But she had spent years gaining her post and she wanted to be far away, but she didn't want to be dead, there was a real difference there.

As she approached she noticed the Brujah was talking on the phone so she decided to wait outside. It was impossible not to hear bits and pieces of the conversation from her position in the waiting room.

“There will be risks baby, but the reward will compensate for any risks you will undertake.” Sebastian sounded almost amicable.

“Your expenses are covered in the trip and a house for your stay will be provided so your status will be maintained for your clients, don't you worry, remember with whom you are talking babe.”

“It is information that you do better and you will not stay in here for long, no more than six months, more or less.” Annais could feel the tension increasing, but she was used to her short tempered boss, and he was never angry for long in this kind of situation.

“Woman, you know what is expected of you, so come when you are called, if you don't want to lose something precious to you?”Annais was now counting the time until the yell that would came and the capitulation from the other side.

“Baby, do you see those two big guys over there? They will accompany you here in order to take care of you and your house here in London. We take care of our own, if you take care of us…Good baby, that's what I was expecting…. See you, sure thing we can have a little fun when you come to town….good girl! Bye.”

Annais was a little uncomfortable, clearly Moran was not so happy with his conversation, but she put her naïve façade in place and knocked on the door.

“Come in Annais. What it is that makes you come like a little kicked puppy to my door?”


London, University Royal Hospital’s Roof, That Night Fall, 2009.

John kissed Clarisse and got in the helicopter, he had complained about it, but he wanted to return earlier so he let her convince him in the end.

John had been monitoring Sherlock during the day and he had not stirred and no one had come near his claim. During the flight he sensed someone near, but the person was detained before getting in the room. John couldn't see clearly.

The helicopter was over London’s evening sky, the Moon was rising and the city below was starting to light up. It finally landed above the hospital and John left quickly to go to Sherlock’s room.

Mycroft was beside Sherlock’s and outside there was his intruder, DI. Lestrade. John was angry but calmer than the day before, he put on his best smile for the inspector while entering the room.

“Mycroft, I think I was clear about bringing Moriarty’s sniffing dog in here,” said John with a voice that didn't tolerate misbehavior.

Mycroft raised an eyebrow, a little impressed; he forgot at times the unassuming man was in reality a very powerful being. “He was with me and he wanted to know about my brother’s health in order to interrogate him about the case.”

“You must be more careful with your company in bed Mycroft, he is very dangerous because even if he isn't really evil, he works for Moriarty and Moriarty sees through him, and now apparently sees you naked as well. Can I trust you now with information you might crassly divulge in a moment of passion or while sleeping by his side?” John was really losing his patience but his face was totally calm, and all of a sudden, Mycroft felt like a little kid in his father’s study looking at his grandfather.

“John, my country comes first and foremost in my life, I’m well aware of the quandaries, and I know that Lestrade being a prisoner of Moriarty doesn't mean much to you, but it does to me. I understand your concerns so from now onwards you will have direct access to Anthea and she will act as the attaché with the Ash. Does that suitably placate your concerns?” Mycroft was hurt and not accustomed to being treated in this manner.

John was fine with it; Mycroft needed a shaking from time to time. Anthea was responsible and John knew that Mycroft would not compromise the situation further.

“It is a good arrangement,” said John with a minimal smile.

“I think you could turn Lestrade to our side. Try to take Intel from him if you could, Moriarty will ask the same of him, as you know, because with one glance he will know about you two as I did, and where I see the danger, he will see the advantage, I hope he won’t see your more intimate connection though. I understand why you can’t turn him down now as you couldn't the last time around.” Mycroft seemed baffled for a second time, and he knew it had shown in his face for a second too much, but he got it under control with speed.

“I could say the same, about danger and who you choose to fall for,” said Mycroft looking at his brother. “But as you said John, I understand how an intimate connection can be formed and how you can’t turn it down. I hope you see the disadvantages as well. I leave you to him, for now.” As he said this Mycroft tapped his brolly on the floor to take his leave. Now it was John’s turn to be baffled, Mycroft Holmes was really remarkable.

“Then it is your job to reign in your dilemma and I mine, you will never discuss my intimate connections again, so you will leave him to me, period. Remember Mycroft you were the one who asked me to stay by his side in the first place. I don’t see you as a man who would not foresee the consequences of his requests.”

Mycroft didn't turn back and closed the door behind him. He hadn’t foreseen that he would be changing one vampire for another, but he couldn't argue about his choices now. He got out of the room closing the door behind him, he would concentrate on making Lestrade an asset for the moment, at least his brother had a good bodyguard against Moriarty. He had to hope that the mission took precedence over his brother for ‘The Healer and The Sword.’


John sat down at Sherlock’s side and this soothed him immediately. When he caressed his face, Sherlock started to stir. When Sherlock opened his eyes, those beautiful eyes which could be silver, green or pale blue, John felt at home and kissed him gently on the lips. He felt whole like he never had since his Sire left him so many millennia before.

To be continued....


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