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You rolled your eyes as your friend handed you a dress. She was determined to drag you to the Holmes' Christmas party with her, she wouldn't take no for an answer.
It was your final year at University, so it was your last chance to go. You'd declined the past three years, but your friend wouldn't let you now.
"Go on (y/n)! Get changed so we can go!" Becky ordered as she pushed you into the bathroom. You chuckled as you changed into the dress, pulling your (h/c) out of it's bun and letting it fall loose over your shoulders, settling on the shoulder straps of the black dress. Fastening the red belt around your waist, you walked out of the bathroom.
"Alright then, let's go" Becky handed you a jacket once you'd slipped on your high heel shoes, pulling your out the door with her.
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You giggled as you leaned against the wall, now rather drunk, watching Becky dance with one of Sherlock's friends. You wobbled slightly as you tried to walk to the bar, about to fall over when you felt a hand steady you.
"Be careful there (y/n)" Sherlock said, leading you to a seat. You giggled.
"Thanks Sherly, can you get me another drink pleeeaaase?" you swayed on the seat and Sherlock chuckled.
"I don't think that's a good idea (y/n), you're obviously already drunk" he reminded you. You pouted and looked up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could manage in your drunken state, so he relented and walked towards the bar for you.
He returned a minute or so later with one of his signature smirks and a drink in hand, which he passed to you.
"You're scheming" you slurred as you saw the grin. Sherlock chuckled as you started to drink.
"You won't remember what though" he replied, almost too low for you to hear. You giggled in response, but began to frown as you started to see double. A second later everything went black.
Sherlock gently lifted your unconscious form off the chair and slipped out of the ballroom without being noticed, ignoring the sound of your glass dropping onto the carpet behind him as he climbed the stairs.
Sherlock took you to one of the many rooms in the large house and placed you on the bed, standing over you to get a proper look at you.
You were average height, but thin. Coupled with the fact that he had earlier overheard you telling your friend you were an inexperienced drinker meant that you would be a lightweight, so would have consumed a small amount of alcohol but still be in your current state.
Sherlock's smirk became a grin as he walked out of the room, locking the door behind him and pocketing the key before he returned to the party. He weaved through the crowd on the dance floor to find his brother leaning against the back wall, hidden in the shadow of the garish lights.
"Merry Christmas Brother" Sherlock tossed Mycroft the key as he spoke. The elder Holmes brother caught it, rolling his eyes.
"What did you do to the poor girl Sherlock?" Mycroft questioned dryly, causing Sherlock to chuckle.
"You worry too much Mycroft, it's just a sedative of my own creation that feeds off the alcohol in her blood while keeping her unconscious. It means the blood doesn't taste of the alcohol and she doesnt see your face" Sherlock explained. Mycroft rolled his eyes, so Sherlock elbowed him.
"You can't survive on bloodbags forever Mycroft, you need to have a fresh drink sometime. Consider her a Christmas present" Sherlock finished. Mycroft watched Sherlock return to the crowd, sighing as he looked at the key.
"He won't leave me alone until I go up there" he muttered to himself, throwing the key in the air and catching it again as he left his shadowy corner and headed out of the room, acting oblivious to his brother's smirk.
Mycroft found the room easily and unlocked the door, letting it swing open. He left the key in the door as he approached the bed, watching as you shuffled in your sleep, causing your hair to fall onto the pillow and expose your neck.
Well, maybe this year, he could give in to his brother's attempts to get him to feed 'properly'. he thought as he crossed the room and sank his fangs into your neck.
It was your final year at University, so it was your last chance to go. You'd declined the past three years, but your friend wouldn't let you now.
"Go on (y/n)! Get changed so we can go!" Becky ordered as she pushed you into the bathroom. You chuckled as you changed into the dress, pulling your (h/c) out of it's bun and letting it fall loose over your shoulders, settling on the shoulder straps of the black dress. Fastening the red belt around your waist, you walked out of the bathroom.
"Alright then, let's go" Becky handed you a jacket once you'd slipped on your high heel shoes, pulling your out the door with her.
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You giggled as you leaned against the wall, now rather drunk, watching Becky dance with one of Sherlock's friends. You wobbled slightly as you tried to walk to the bar, about to fall over when you felt a hand steady you.
"Be careful there (y/n)" Sherlock said, leading you to a seat. You giggled.
"Thanks Sherly, can you get me another drink pleeeaaase?" you swayed on the seat and Sherlock chuckled.
"I don't think that's a good idea (y/n), you're obviously already drunk" he reminded you. You pouted and looked up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could manage in your drunken state, so he relented and walked towards the bar for you.
He returned a minute or so later with one of his signature smirks and a drink in hand, which he passed to you.
"You're scheming" you slurred as you saw the grin. Sherlock chuckled as you started to drink.
"You won't remember what though" he replied, almost too low for you to hear. You giggled in response, but began to frown as you started to see double. A second later everything went black.
Sherlock gently lifted your unconscious form off the chair and slipped out of the ballroom without being noticed, ignoring the sound of your glass dropping onto the carpet behind him as he climbed the stairs.
Sherlock took you to one of the many rooms in the large house and placed you on the bed, standing over you to get a proper look at you.
You were average height, but thin. Coupled with the fact that he had earlier overheard you telling your friend you were an inexperienced drinker meant that you would be a lightweight, so would have consumed a small amount of alcohol but still be in your current state.
Sherlock's smirk became a grin as he walked out of the room, locking the door behind him and pocketing the key before he returned to the party. He weaved through the crowd on the dance floor to find his brother leaning against the back wall, hidden in the shadow of the garish lights.
"Merry Christmas Brother" Sherlock tossed Mycroft the key as he spoke. The elder Holmes brother caught it, rolling his eyes.
"What did you do to the poor girl Sherlock?" Mycroft questioned dryly, causing Sherlock to chuckle.
"You worry too much Mycroft, it's just a sedative of my own creation that feeds off the alcohol in her blood while keeping her unconscious. It means the blood doesn't taste of the alcohol and she doesnt see your face" Sherlock explained. Mycroft rolled his eyes, so Sherlock elbowed him.
"You can't survive on bloodbags forever Mycroft, you need to have a fresh drink sometime. Consider her a Christmas present" Sherlock finished. Mycroft watched Sherlock return to the crowd, sighing as he looked at the key.
"He won't leave me alone until I go up there" he muttered to himself, throwing the key in the air and catching it again as he left his shadowy corner and headed out of the room, acting oblivious to his brother's smirk.
Mycroft found the room easily and unlocked the door, letting it swing open. He left the key in the door as he approached the bed, watching as you shuffled in your sleep, causing your hair to fall onto the pillow and expose your neck.
Well, maybe this year, he could give in to his brother's attempts to get him to feed 'properly'. he thought as he crossed the room and sank his fangs into your neck.
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Um. . .
*bites lip*
Mycroft. . . ?
. . . Please get off . . .
*bites lip*
Mycroft. . . ?
. . . Please get off . . .