BBC: Sherlock x Reader

Time and Then some |Part One|

But even though he was, Sherlock was alone, and that loneliness creeps up on him ever so often. Taking a tight grip on his mind and soul, with no intention of letting go.

It burned a hole, one that ran deep, and sometime Sherlock can't help but wonder why he doesn't pull the plug on himself yet. But to leave his brother to face eternity alone, doesn't feel right. Especially when it's his fault he's facing it in the first place.
So here we are, Sherlock Holmes, a vampire, walking through London.

It's five minutes to the hour of ten o' clock, and he wants nothing more than to drink himself silly.

There was a pub not far from his current residence on Baker street, he goes there a few times, mostly when his thoughts are too loud. And right now, he needs something to drown them out.

Stopping outside the entrance of the pub, Sherlock dusts off the light snow that had settled on his coat before stepping in.

The inside of the bar was warm, and not as noisy as he thought it would be, not much people littered about, most of them in small groups or by themselves somewhere. Sherlock makes his way over to the bar and sits down.

The girl behind the counter smiles at him, "Hi, what can I get you?"

She's new, he notices. He's been here quite a few times, and all those times there was always a blue eyed brunette girl. Sherlock is glad she wasn't there though, she talks too much and doesn't know when to take a hint. This girl, as he's observed, was quieter, more to herself than anything. Funny that she's working in a bar where communication is needed.

"Whiskey, please,"

She gives him a polite smile, turning around to get a glass, and the bottle of whiskey. She places the glass down on the bar counter and pours the amber liquid into it, not after long, leaving Sherlock be. Sherlock watches silently as she attended to the other men there, serving their desired drinks with the tiniest of smiles.

He couldn't keep his eyes off of her for some reason, the way she moved was intoxicating, like a brand new drug you can't get enough of.

"Take a picture," Her voice was like velvet, cutting through the static in Sherlock's mind. It took a moment for the vampire to realize she was standing right in front of him, leaning against the counter.

Sherlock blinks, "Pardon?"

The girl chuckles, smirking at him, "Take a picture," she repeats, "it'll last longer."

Sherlock clears his throat, taking a drink from the glass in his hand, looking away from her. He hears her chuckle again, "It's okay, you're not the first guy to stare. You get that a lot working behind a counter,"

"I didn't mean to, sorry." He apologizes.

The girl nods, leaving it there before going back to her work. Sherlock tried his best not to look at her again, not that it mattered if she caught him doing so or not. He was just trying to get rid of that stupid feeling that had settled in the back of his mind, one that for the life of him he just couldn't place. With a sigh, Sherlock finishes off the whiskey, setting the glass down on the polished wooden surface before dropping money as well.

Apparently, he has spoiled his good mood, and he no longer felt like drinking, now he just wanted to go home. Sherlock takes one glance at the girl, who was too busy to notice, before leaving.

He had surprised himself tonight, though. When he does go to the bar, the only words that come out his mouth is what he wants. The girl behind the counter made him say more than he had intended to. Not that he minded, anyways.