The curious case of Sherlocks Heart (closed)

[Asa]

You can't kill what's already dead Sherlock. Even you can agree with that I am sure.

A slight turn of her head cold eyes lock on him.

You may have them conned but not me. You are not oblivious to social... civilities and kindnesses you just see no use for them as no one perhaps had any use of them with you. Perhaps Mycroft. Seemed the most logical target.

She sat back.

She may trust you but I don't so cut the crap ask your questions more politely or get out.

Fangs slightly poked from behind her lips as she smiled.

I dont know how any shifter race came into being but there are many races of my kind and other things Hollywood got wrong. As for it consuming you... never know you might like it.

A wink and her attention went back to her work.

Call it a sense. I can smell the sulfur before the execution. As for the sword collapses.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock couldn't help but frown. Between his brother and his parents, everything about his life and upbringing was formal and sterile. That didn't mean he didn't long for more. But it also trained him to defend himself from those that tried to worm their way into his good graces. He kept that in mind as he regarded this... woman? Animal? What was the correct identifier? He would wrestle with those semantics later.

"So those you killed were among some of the worst offenders London has to offer. Were they always as such or were they turned to this dark cabal you were rooting out?" Sherlock asked, wanting to know if she had a limited list of prey or if it were going to be ever-expanding.

 

[Asa]

What they thought an innocent hubby led them to those who needed ways to hunt and corrupt ones like me. To make humans be able to survive it they had to be possessed. Their den is destroyed their members dead save for a couple and then the leaders. Utterly inhuman and I highly doubt Lestrade or his people would stand a chance against them. Now are you of a mind to help me or stay out of my way and lead your merry band of cops and brother off away from me?

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock sighed. "Mycroft is too clever to fall for any ruse I may devise. He's been like that since we were children. I don't think I may be of use in turning them aside. I suppose that means I'll have to be of some use to you in finishing off your list of foes before they catch you. Though, with your methods, I dare say they are nowhere near to finding you thanks to your supernatural abilities."

He said, glancing at the door to make sure Mrs. Hudson or John wasn't about to walk in. "So if I am to be your accomplice, I need full access to this shadowy world you walk in. I'll need to know it inside and out if I am to be able to help you. I think you'll find I am a fast learner so I won't be wasting your time."

He waited, watching her eyes. This would be a big ask and he knew she'd be making herself vulnerable by revealing more. He hoped she could see that he was worth it.

 

[Asa]

What else can I do to prove anything to you. Turn you into one of us?

She laughed.

It's not possible only birth can create one like me.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock shook his head. "I wasn't looking to become like you. I was hoping you could explain a bit more about your world so I'm not stumbling into it blind. I'd rather not learn as I go and wind up as an impediment to you on your path." He explained, softening his tone a bit to try and make this work.

 

[Asa]

First of all you can't become like me. I work alone. Just like our feline cousins in the wild most of us are solitary. Most of our kinds tend to work alone. Dont need full moons to shift just like everyone else just a different ability...that's all. Hell even among my own kind I am rare. To be able to take more than one feline form.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock sighed. "I don't think you are hearing me. I'm not asking to be like you. I am asking to be let into your world a bit. If I'm going to help, I need to know some things. Otherwise, I'm back pushing Lestrade and company off your trail and I've already said how much that option is doomed to fail. So help me help you because I can't ignore this now that I know it's happening. It throws so much of what I considered about the more shadowy unsolved mysteries into disarray."

 

[Asa]

It is still going to take me a little time to heal and what do you want to know? I can mark you so that any others of my kind or shifters would know you were protected or safe to approach if they need help but I need more information in your question.

She sighed. This was exactly why she was a loner. Too much talking too much noise and questions that got nowhere.

I hunt... I kill when I have to... The crown is somewhat my ward though that does not adequately describe the situation there. I travel and tend to be a loner. That is my world outside of a motorcycle and and a few differing passports.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock looks down. "Alright, perhaps a mark would be useful in saving time and discussion with anyone we might meet from your walk of life. This also seems an untenable cycle you are on with your adversary. At some point, one side will win through pure attrition at this rate. There are only so many of your kind, but if you are fighting immortal demons, they will have an inexhaustable source of entities upon which to draw. So, how do you hope to win rather than stave off annihilation for as long as you can?"

Sherlock had to figure there was some end game that Iara could work towards. Otherwise, she was doing what she could to stay above water. Eventually, time and numbers were going to kill her.

 

[Asa]

No they don't actually. One elder gets unleashed and only those who follow trust or obey that one elder. He was easier to get rid of than his minions that possess people.

She shrugged.

If they do someday kill me there will be another to take my place.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock listened, starting to fill in the picture of this other world in which Iara lived. He watched her, before leaning forward. "Alright, so what do we do first? What's next?" He asked, hoping there was a plan beyond "Find demon, kill demon."

 

[Asa]

Well I heal for a while longer. We mark at least you if not you and John and then I hunt find track and perhaps let you two se what I do.

She shrugged then seeming to sink deep in thought.

Standing she looked to Sherlock.

Dance with me.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock looked at her hand incredulously. "Dance with you? Right now? You're healing and preparing to fight some dark cabal and you want to dance?" he asked, looking up into her eyes.

As he looked, he could see she was deadly serious. Shrugging, Sherlock stood. "Very well. I'm curious to see how this helps..." He trailed off, taking Iara in his arms. As he did, he felt a shift as she took the position to lead. He should have figured she would want to dominate the moment.

"Following your lead..." Sherlock conceded as he went along with her suggestion.

 

[Asa]

Iara picks up a remote briefly and as the music starts she leans in close and whispers in his ear.

To mark you it is a bite. Tends to less painful energy around the mark if it's a pleasant moment.

Her feline side offering a teasing playful flick of the tongue lick to his earlobe as they dance. She knew she would have to give him time to relax into such a foriegn situation. Much less when she would eventually have to open his shirt to bite his chest or shoulder... wherever was convenient at the moment of the bite.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock listened. The tonal quality, the voice above it. It was aesthetically pleasing. It also served to be a good song for a dance. Placing his hands as he had learned as a child, he moved with Iara. He leaned his head to listen better to her words, furrowing his brow. A bite on his person did not sound like fun, even if a pleasant moment would make it hurt less.

"There's no other way? A hand stamp or a discreet tattoo? I would have thought you would have developed these marks with the times..." Sherlock spoke softly so he didn't drown out the music. "It seems a bit... animalistic." He let the last sound click, teasing Iara as he let his hands drift ever so slightly on her body. As much as he didn't want to acknowledge it, the lines and curves of her body seemed to slide effortlessly under his fingertips.

"I haven't danced in a very long time. I hope I've not forgotten." he whispers as they move to the music.

 

[Asa]

Aww... Are you afraid a little kitty cat Sherlock.

She purred near his ear.

And you are doing wonderful Sherlock.

She couldn't stop the purr that slipped from her as they danced.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock couldn't deny the rather unconscious reaction his body had to that purr from Iara. It touched something he'd not considered since Ms. Adler. He thought she was the only one that could make his body react in such a primal fashion. He tried to fight it back down, but something in him told him not to. A part of himself that he'd denied too long was aching to be let out and it was taking its chance.

"You're very easy to dance with..." Sherlock whispered, not finding the words, but feeling he had to say something as the song continued.

 

[Asa]

She could smell what seemed like arousal or at least Lust on some level. She looked into his eyes hers glowing softly with the feline shine.

So easy to dance with you...

Her voice soft as her hand now rested over his chest tracing over his buttons between them.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"My mother wanted to make sure my brother and I knew how..." Sherlock said, absent-mindedly. He wasn't thinking clearly. Something about this woman... cat... leopard-woman was intoxicating. He leaned in, feeling drawn to her, but not sure why. Just a few moments ago, he wasn't sure he could trust her. Now, every part of him wanted to kiss her. He wrestled with why, but made no attempt to stop himself.

 

[Asa]

She noticed him moving closer... his heart she could hear desire smell. The only thought in her mind was. Mark him after the kiss. Them reality captured them again as a male voice clearing its throat could be heard.

Right...

Watson spoke.

Mycroft is on his way here. Told me not to tell you but we know how well any of us listen to him. He wants answers. No surprise there.

Her eyes glanced to Watson and she could see the heavily veiled shock at what he had happened in on.

Do not let him know about me yet... agreed?

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock snapped out of it, swallowing hard. He looked to Watson and cleared his throat at the mention of his brother. "Blast, that's all he ever wants..." he mutters as he steps back from Iara. Looking back at her after her comment, Sherlock raised a hand.

"With as connected as he is to government, he may know about you and yours already, but I promise that I will not give away your presence down here," Sherlock vowed. Turning back to Watson, he continued.

"We should make ready for my brother's arrival..." He said as the two went back up to Sherlock's quarters. They made the place look lived and slept in, cleaning up any left overs from the medical care they delivered last night.

 

[Asa]

She already knew that Mycroft had no clue about her and that was the way the palace wanted it for now that he nor any of his part of the government know. Few did know about her at all. She shook her head clear as she spoke.

Thank you both and we will finish our discussion later Sherlock.

Once in the apartment John kept studying Sherlock from time to time. Criminal number two that his friend seems to have some Sherlock lecel of feelings for and both bested him. Hell they would still be chasing their own tails had Mrs Hudson not been friends with Iara and harboring her here.

We need to talk... later.

John added sounding more exasperated on the word Later as an act for who he suspected was Mycroft.

So any more information on this presumed female serial killer Sherlock?

The normally smug condescending voice sounding a little stressed.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock was sitting facing the wall of victims. He barely heard John as he was still processing what had happened downstairs. He'd let another dangerous woman into his heart and his head. The last time he did that, it nearly cost him everything. He told himself not to do it again, but there was something about the way Iara looked at him. He was not prey to this predator, not like the men on the wall. She regarded him as something else. He needed to figure out what that was.

As Mycroft breezed in, taking ownership of the room as usual, Sherlock dropped his hands onto the arms of the chair. "Nothing concrete, brother, which I'm sure is causing you no end of professional disgrace. I think we need to be proactive. We've been lagging behind our murderer for too long; it's time to get ahead of them."

Sherlock got up and walked over to the pictures. "All these men are known criminals with notorious reputations. Our killer is hunting them down for one reason or another. It's time we approach this like a hunt for any other predator. Don't try to track the animal. Stake out the prey the animal hunts. If we find other men and women like this that match the profile, eventually, our killer will arrive. Then, we will spring our trap."

If he was going to help Iara, this was how he could do it. Point the police away from her targets in a plausible way. Hopefully, his brother and Scotland Yard would be glad of some arrests of the criminals if Iara never shows.

 

[Asa]

Finally something intelligent from you Sherlock. I will expect you to lead that poor detective by the nose to those that need to be watched or should I?

John looked over.

Would hate to disturb your silent contemplation at your club or your top secret meetings Mycroft we have this. Now let him determine who will be next. Nice visit. Both of your people skills are improving.

Mrs Hudson looks over.

Is the reptile staying for Dinner?