Sherlock x reader - not just myths
Ahh! Just saw the post, please could you do a sherlock crew x vampire fic?!?!!? The reader shows them their powers and fangs etc!!! - @casserole-from-dads-asserole 💜
You looked at the little flat, hand on your hip as you scanned around the dingy place.
“It’s the only flat I have available.”
You turned to the elderly woman and smiled at her softly.
“I’ll take it, I can turn it around no issue. Thank you so much for helping me.”
You got into moving your few belongings into the flat and you went straight out to get everything you needed before the stores closed.
It was how you then met John and Sherlock, they had come in rather late while you were getting ready to go meet a few friends after hours of decorating.
Then you found yourself joining them on cases and such, and you met Lestrade, Mycroft and Molly.
Sitting in Sherlock and John’s flat, you smirked as you looked at Sherlock who was intensely staring at you.
“I know I’ve seen you before.”
“We’ve been friends for nearly a year Sherlock of course you’ve seen me before.”
He rolled his eyes and sat back down in his chair.
“No. Before then. But where…” he mumbled.
He narrowed his eyes at you and watched as you stood up to go help John bring some stuff into the flat and walked back over.
“He’s still on that?” John asked.
“He’s been on it for months now, he still won’t drop it.” You laughed.
Sherlock just walked away and you rolled your eyes.
Feeling your phone vibrate, you pulled it from your pocket and read the rest and smiled to yourself as you stuffed it back into your pocket.
“See you later John! Sherlocks smoking in the bathroom by the way.”
You jogged down to your flat, heading straight to your wardrobe, you looked for an outfit you wanted to wear.
It took a while of searching, but you settle for ripped jeans, a sleeveless tank and a leather jacket and some white shoes and made your way back towards the door.
“Got a case, coming?” John asked.
“They’re going to a party.”
“Yup, so I’ll catch you two around.”
With that you ran ahead of them and jogged down the street to where a couple of your friends were waiting and you walked to the party with them.
It was an abandoned building near the water, and sunset beamed through the broken windows and you smirked as you leant against the wall, sipping from the glass in your hands.
“So, what’s the occasion Lucien?”
The smartly dressed man next to you flicked his gaze to you and smirked, shrugging his shoulders a little.
“Can’t a man host a party for no reason?”
“Not if it’s you Lucien, remember you don’t own run this place.”
He set his glass down and raised his hands a little.
“Eclipse, total one. You remember the last one?” He asked.
You thought back to the last total lunar eclipse and you laughed as you remembered what had balls es and nodded your head.
“That was a good day. Can’t believe I nearly missed this one, but no funny business got it?”
“You’re no fun now you hang out with them.” He huffed.
“They’ll easily track it down to you, trust me. Especially Sherlock Holmes, he may not be one of us but he’s just as smart.”
Lucien hummed and nodded his head, following you to the far end of the building where you downed the rest of the drink in your glass.
Tossing it behind you, it shattered on the floor and you jumped up, swinging yourself to the next floor up, you walked to the middle and sat on the railing.
“So why them?” Lucien asked.
“It’s a quiet place, I just wanted to live stress free. Why do you think I left you in charge of everyone moron?”
“Because I’m your trusted second hand?” He chuckled.
The party was the best thing you had been to in a long while, you loved hanging out with Sherlock and everyone, but these people were your kind.
You didn’t have to hide who you were here.
The whole night was spent drinking, dancing, talking and eventually getting involved in more and more risky dares.
It was amazing until your other friends showed up outside the building, but no one seemed to notice or care, they carried on what they were doing.
Music blasted through the building, and you were crouched on the railing as you looked at the small group below you looking up.
“Come on, what can go wrong?!” Someone yelled up.
“You Miss and break something?” You smirked.
“Oh it’s on. You’re getting knocked down!” Someone yelled.
Lestrade had received a tip that his killer was at this party, but he was finding it hard to get a good look at everyone in the dark room, but they needed to get in unseen.
John was nervously looked around, trying not to bump into anyone, he was comparing people to the picture on his phone and as he looked around he saw a group looking up so he did the same.
He saw you stood on the railing, dodging bits of metal and other things that were being throwing at you, a wild grin on your face.
“Bloody hell…” he whispered.
It wasn’t your balance that impressed him, it was the pure red of your glowing eyes.
You were dodging everything easily, and when you were hit in the head you fell back, landing on your back you jumped up and bowed a little.
“Half an hour, not bad.” You mused.
“There’s people here…” Lucien whispered.
He pointed and you followed his gaze to Sherlock who was apparently locked in a staring contest with someone and you cursed under your breath walking over.
Sherlock was rambling on and the man in front of him raised his hand only to stop when you stepped in front of him.
“Sherlock what the hell are you doing here?”
You looked at the photo he showed you and you looked to the man in front of you who held a guilty look.
He was blocked in by others, no way to go.
“It was an accident I swear!”
Pinching the bridge of your nose, you told him to go in without a fight and you’d get it sorted and he was escorted away by Lestrade and you turned to a Sherlock and John.
“Uhm… what kind of party is this?” John asked nervously.
Gesturing for them to follow you outside, you sat on the hood of your friends car as you looked at them.
“A painting! Yes! Of course that’s where I saw you, a painting from the 1800s.”
“Sherlock that’s just stupid!”
You looked at him, giving him a little grin, showing the glint of your fangs and he quickly shuffled behind Sherlock.
Sherlock walked over, taking your face in his hands.
“You’re coming back to the flat.”
You didn’t have a choice, Sherlock dragged you away while John settled for getting a different taxi.
The moment Sherlock dragged you into his flat he grabbed a torch and stood you still, carefully examining your face and you just stood there.
John walked in and shuffled around you, standing on the opposite side of the room and watched.
“Sherlock.. I Uhm… I don’t think that’s safe…”
Sherlock grabbed your jaw, forcing your mouth open and you just looked at John.
John walked over pulling Sherlock away by his jacket and you rubbed your sore jaw, flexing it a little as you frowned.
“You can’t just grab people’s jaws Sherlock that crap hurts.”
“Well, if we’re to go by mythology you shouldn’t be able to feel pain.”
“I shouldn’t be able to walk in sunlight either or eat your crappy cooking Sherlock, yet here I am.”
You walked over and dropped onto the sofa, eyes peering at him.
“That isn’t possible.. this isn’t possible!” John protested.
“I mean I don’t know how else to prove this you John.”
John picked up a pillow, and threw it at you and you slapped it away.
He picked up a book and threw it and you again slapped it away.
While John was apparently testing your reflexes, Sherlock was just watched and Lestrade came in only to stop in his tracks.
“We’re throwing things at (Y/N) now?” He asked.
“Johns trying to disprove that (Y/N) is a vampire.”
“Sherlock there’s no such thing.”
“Look at them seriously, it’s pretty obvious.”
Lestrade looked at you, walking over he crouched down and stared into your red eyes, then he picked your cheek and you grinned and he jumped back with a small Yelp.
In a panic he picked up a book John had throw and threw it at you and you grabbed it.
“Stop throwing stuff bloody hell!”
“So you just weren’t going to tell us?” Lestrade asked.
“Ah yes because that would go down great Greg. By the way in a vampire but don’t worry I won’t hurt you. I only bite if you ask.”
“That party…?” Lestrade asked.
“Vampires. Including the one you arrested don’t worry he won’t be an issue.”
Lestrade said nothing as he slowly sat down and the rest of the night was Sherlock asked you questions while Lestrade and John just stared at you.
Night turned into Morning, and Sherlock was still asking you questions while you laid on the sofa.
“Mycrofts here.” You said.
The door opened and Mycroft looked at you.
Mycroft looked around the room, John and Lestrade sleeping, Sherlock staring at you.
“They’ve been throwing things at you.”
“I mean it’s better then trying to kill me I suppose.”
“Mycroft knows?” John yawned.
“Yeah, his team was doing some undercover work, happened to walk into a church my lot were camping at. A messy ordeal really, asked me to work with him he’d leave us all alone.”
You sat up to let the older Holmes sit down and you stood up and stretched, only to double over when a cook collided with your stomach.
“Jesus Lestrade what the hell?” You mumbled.
Looked at him, you stepped over the table and leant over making him lean back.
Reaching out, you pat his cheek.
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t hurt you.”
With that you walked to the kitchen to look for something to eat while they spoke about the new information they had found out.
“Do you kill people?!” Sherlock yelled.
“Well how do you live then?” John asked.
“Food like you do? Water? Sometimes Mycroft sends me care packages but only if I’m really hurt.”
You walked back in eating some chocolate and leant against the door.
“You get hurt?” Lestrade asked shocked.
“Well yeah. I mean I heal faster yes. But I can still get hurt, but only three things can actually kill me.”
“Stab in the heart, remove the head…” Sherlock mumbled.
You all turned to Sherlock and he stood up, slowly walking over with his hand behind his back and he stood in front of you.
Showing his hand, he showed a small bit of paper on fire and you yelped, ducking under his arm you jumped over John and pulled Lestrade up in front of you.
“Hey you’ll survive a little burn, I might not.”
Lestrade reached behind him, lightly patting your arm.
Sherlock walked over and Lestrade slapped the paper out of his hand, stomping it out and you sighed, slinging your arm around his shoulder.
“Big bad vampire scared by some fire.” John chuckled.
You rolled your eyes and walked over, sitting on the arm of his chair as you placed your hand on his head.
“Big bad vampire will still hang you upside down by your legs.”
Sherlock walked back over and sat on his chair and you just beamed brightly at him.
At least they knew who you really were now, and you knew that they were going to keep testing your limits to see what you could really do
