"I know what you are... Cold. Dark. Vicious. Lightning fast. Conniving..."
"Go on. Say it."
"You're a psychopath." The breath feels warm next to your ear.
You're in love with a psychopath.
How in the world did this happen?
Why did it happen?
His name is James Moriarty and you want to marry him...
It's a strange feeling to have because he's killed so many people, your family included.
But maybe that's why.
He killed your family so he's all you have left.
You have to depend on him for protection. But within that dependence is a genuine feeling of affection. You love him. He's not sweet or lovey dovey but that's alright with you.
It would have been more creepy if he was kinder.
He's a gentleman. But that's just an exterior. Inside he's malicious. In his core he's evil. And you love him for it.
"You're right. But I'm also meant for you."
You nod and go straight into his arms.
He shields you from the attackers coming for you.
The attackers being Sherlock and John Watson, your "rescuers."
Without a glance back, you hear the gun shot and know someone is dead but you don't dare see who.
All you do is run.
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Moriarty Fanfiction
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