Watson sighed as he opened his eyes and ran a hand over his face. He had dreamt about that day. That terrible day when Holmes died. How could he be so stupid? He should have been there with him. Watson ran a hand over his face again and smiled sadly when he saw his dog Toby barking at him. "Hello Toby," he said as he got off his bed with a sigh and pain in his eyes. However, the bloodhound did not see it as Watson walked to the door with the dog following him barking as he does so. "Ok, ok. I guess you are hungry then," The war doctor said with a little laugh, but the pain was still in his voice. The dog barked and ran into the dining room. Watson smiled but he did not say anything as he silently feeds his dog with unwanted tears in his eyes. "Here you go Toby," Watson said in a broken voice, but he did not feel the tears that now fell from his eyes.

Watson was crying now. He tried to stop it, but he could not help himself. He wondered why Holmes did that, push someone off of a waterfall. Why didn't he, himself did not go with him and save him from that fate? "Well, I guess I can go out for a walk. What do you say, Toby?" Watson asked his dog who was not in the room now. This made Watson feel alone. more alone than he already felt. "Right, I should go for a walk," Watson said again as he got off his chair and walked over to the door to his apartment.

It was lunchtime now and Watson just wanted to stay outside all day long and not eat. He knows however that he needs to eat and get some rest, but his brain does not want to do that right now. So, Watson was walking to nowhere. He did not care though. He liked the quiet and it calmed him, but he still felt sad and angry at Holmes. Or was he angry at himself? Watson did not know. "I wish I could have saved you, Holmes," the war doctor said to himself while he walked into a park, alone. He was alone again. Why is he always alone? Watson shook his head and looked at the sky, the bright sky. "Holmes! I hope you can hear me? Why did you…Why? Why, Holmes? Why I need you, Holmes. I can't do this…whatever this is alone. what even is this? Do you hear me, Holmes? If you can't then, well, who cares. You never listen to me!" Watson called into the bright blue sky. No one looked at him or cared that he was there and Watson, well Watson does not give a crap. Watson felt tired after this little rant. He felt so tired that he allowed his eyes to close and he fell to the ground with a loud thump. No one saw him fall, no one.

Holmes woke with the smell of blood filling his nose again. 'Benny' that vampire was looking at him with a small smile on his face. "Well, hello. I got you this. You should not go long without blood. It will make you crazy. It's like…..our drug. Yes, it's like our drug," Holmes smiled a little and took a long sip from this flask that was filled with blood. He did not know at this moment that he would love the taste of blood so much. Yet, here he was, drinking blood in someone's house and he loved it. The sweet taste and this scared him a little. He was scared and this was a new feeling, again. For he barely feels scared. He loved new feelings but this one, this one he hated. Though he was unsure why. "So, Mr. Willian," Holmes looked at him when he called him by his real name. the name that he never told Watson.

"Yes, don't call me that! What do you want?" Holmes snapped without meaning to. Maybe because this 'vampire' reminded him of Mycroft. "What do you what?" Holmes said again but he felt that rush of happiness when he felt the blood fill his dead body. He decided that he liked this feeling but, "I'm asking one more time sir, what do you want?" 'Benny' smiled at him and said with a hum:

"I think that rest did you good now, we can work on getting you back home but first we need to work on a few things. Like: you can't go out in the sun it will burn you and I don't think you want that," Holmes nodded but in the back of his head, he was wondering if he was really dead and this was hell. "Come, the sun is going down, and we need to go out hurting," Holmes nodded as he stood up and followed 'Benny' out the door.

A/N: I know its been a while since I worked on this story but I; m back now. Tell me what you think. Is this story good? Thank you again and I will see you next time. -Captain Voxland