[All of this - took the better part of an hour. Perhaps he might have felt the itch of regrowing issue - but then, considering how badly Dracula had attacked him...It might not have been a surprise that he didn't notice the itching around the neck, the way it felt like his throat was healing up.
At precicely one hour, Moriarty jolted back to life - and after the requisite coughing up the blood clot, he wiped his mouth and looked around - and cursed.
Neither Dracula nor Sherlock were there - and for a brief moment, his mind raced, believing that somehow, the horrid thing had survived - before the stench of burning flesh hit his senses, and he scrambled to his feet, looking down in a window and seeing the bonfire, along with a certain familiar figure staring at the flames.
...Ah. Good. so, in the end, Dracula was dead, and they had survived.
Caring little for the blood that stained him, Moriarty quietly went outside, walking softly, as not to alert the Vampire to his presence, before he got close enough behind him to be heard.]
...A beautiful night for a bonfire.
[...Just giving him one last scare should be enough, right?]
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At precicely one hour, Moriarty jolted back to life - and after the requisite coughing up the blood clot, he wiped his mouth and looked around - and cursed.
Neither Dracula nor Sherlock were there - and for a brief moment, his mind raced, believing that somehow, the horrid thing had survived - before the stench of burning flesh hit his senses, and he scrambled to his feet, looking down in a window and seeing the bonfire, along with a certain familiar figure staring at the flames.
...Ah. Good. so, in the end, Dracula was dead, and they had survived.
Caring little for the blood that stained him, Moriarty quietly went outside, walking softly, as not to alert the Vampire to his presence, before he got close enough behind him to be heard.]
...A beautiful night for a bonfire.
[...Just giving him one last scare should be enough, right?]