So type40consultingdetective and I wrote a vampire Mystrade fic 4 Chapters,will probably have the whole thing up in a week:
Teeth and Temptation – Greg never expected an encounter in the London fog to take him so far from the life he knew.
teaser below the cut
London 1904
Mycroft Holmes had lived a long life,or, well, afterlife, if one wanted to get technical. He was careful and cautious and wielded his great power with care. Right now he was in London, perhaps his favorite haunt, though he wished they’d come for a better reason. He’d bought a small but expensive home and dabbled in the mortal game of politics as his mood suited him. Tonight though, he was hungry and on the hunt.
Gregory Lestrade turned his collar up to the chill and hurried past alleyways on his way home. He’d been kept far too late at work, and while he wasn’t actually afraid of the dark, it was unnerving. He knew the kind of creatures that lurked; filthy criminals and ladies of the night and other things, things that didn’t have names or explanations.
Mycroft didn’t like drinking from junkies. They often reminded him too much of his brother. But desperate times and all that. He was standing in the shadows with his victim when suddenly through the London fog he was aware he was being watched.
Greg caught sight of a most suspicious thing, and stopped to check it out. Not his business, and foolhardy, most likely, but a posh man pushing about a street person didn’t sit right with him at all.
“Inspector Lestrade. Be needing any help, sir?” He spoke in a tone far calmer than he felt. His skin was crawling, and his slight shake wasn’t from the chill.
“Not at all.” Mycroft released his victim and watched the man stumble into the darkness of the deeper alley. This brave man before him would be far tastier. Something in those deep brown eyes called to him. “Mycroft Holmes.”