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"Sherlock, I don't understand." John Watson looks at his flatmate, Sherlock Holmes, deeply in the eyes. "What's there not to understand, John?" Sherlock seems to pin John in his place with his gaze. "You said that..." John looks down at his feet, not knowing where else to go with that statement. "That, I did, John, and what's your answer?" He stares down at the ex-army doctor. "Yes." John looks up at his friend and bites his lip. "Yes?" Sherlock looks at him, a slightly amused expression on his face. "Yes. Why did you ask me, out of anyone you know you asked me. Why?" "Because I know you...and I trust you." John smiles at Sherlock. "

The cup of Love Lestat louis Lestat glance at his beautiful lover louis. Louis eyes glowed  by the chandelier light. His dark black hair tumbled on his shoulder like velvet threads. Lestat grabbed the finest crystal wine glass on the table filled it with the vicitims blood and held it in front  of Louis." Drink my beloved. Pretend it is wine." said Lestat with concern ."You are starving yourself. Your face appears sunken. Please my love drink. You are a vampire. A killer. Please Louis." " No Lestat. I do not want it." exclaimed Louis. He hit lestat hand.  The glass smashed on the floor. Bright red blood ran down