[At hearing the dying splutters of the elder vampire - of Dracula, of finally finishing what countless Hunters had attempted over the years - Moriarty backed off, letting Holmes do what he would with the dying man, seeing the black blood and the flash of bloodied steel ring over and over.
...But, wait. Was this - truly how it was supposed to go? Even as the bloody tears traced down Sherlock's face, Moriarty felt a sense of deep unease under the joy and mixed emotions.
Is something...wrong?]
...Holmes.
[The vampire - had to be dead, at this point, obviously - but there didn't seem to be any point to stop for the other man. Despite everything - seeing his face, that strange feeling inside of him - Moriarty came forward, reaching out a hand towards his shoulder.]
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...But, wait. Was this - truly how it was supposed to go? Even as the bloody tears traced down Sherlock's face, Moriarty felt a sense of deep unease under the joy and mixed emotions.
Is something...wrong?]
...Holmes.
[The vampire - had to be dead, at this point, obviously - but there didn't seem to be any point to stop for the other man. Despite everything - seeing his face, that strange feeling inside of him - Moriarty came forward, reaching out a hand towards his shoulder.]
...Holmes! That's enough, he's already -