[It was the strangely the most hellish and yet the most elevating few days, the need to put on the mask, to play the obedient child was more imperative than ever when it was also the most difficult.

Dracula was a monster, he was cruel, tyrannical and sadistic, yet some part of him still hesitated at the thought - was it the bond of Sire and Childe, or his own reluctance to kill, or both? It was something he had to push against. Not only he would lose his one shot of freedom, the hesitation would end up killing Moriarty.

The stake felt heavy inside his sleeve as the pair arrived at the appointed hour, as he saw the cleaver slide out - he knew the Vampire would notice]

Indeed, I believe we'll be in-

[Suddenly, the vampire lashes out, gripping Moriarty by his wrist, going to lift him up as if he were a ham, his red eyes glowing]

I had not lived this long to not know when someone is sharpening their knives across the table, Mr. Moriarty. Pity, you would've been a good business partner -

[Sherlock knew it was this moment, now or never. The stake slid into his hand, and he quickly slams it hard into his Sire's back, angling as close as he could towards the still, cold heart.

The response was instant, as Moriarty was dropped - Dracula howling in pain and rage as he staggers to the side, a hand reaching back to rip the stake out.

Damnation! He was close, but not close enough]

You..

You do not know how long I've been waiting for this.