Chapter 08: A Woman’s Fury

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[Previously in SRT:]

"So, Mr. Holmes, I take from what you have told us, that shadowing me was your 'break' from your current investigation?!": Sylar points out the eccentric man's faux pas with an amused smirk.

*Cough*

"I was not shadowing anyone, Mr. Gray. I was merely sating my justified curiosity, and gathering information on my new rich Neighbour, that came out of nowhere, and decided to buy half of the Baker street.": Sherlock says with a solid poker face while he points out Sylar's odd behaviour.

'Oh shit! I totally forgot about hiding the money trail! Buying all those properties in my own name, I was bound to pick up this body guy's interest.': Sylar cursed himself for his lack of far-sightedness.

Sylar might be a super-powered Vampire and a walking disco ball, but even he would not expect, that a nosy white man will suddenly start stalking him, just because he bought a few houses.

'These British people have some serious anxiety about outsider, a bunch of racists.': he thought.

*Sigh*

"Whatever, Mr. Holmes, I wanted to meet you anyway as I have a need for your expertise, and services. So you approaching me on your own terms is also good as it can get.": Sylar says, while waving off any possible hard feelings that might exist between them.

"For what purpose are you in need of my services, and expertise?": Sherlock asks, a bit interested in what a vampire would want from him. He is just a normal human being and from what he knows or assumes Vampires should be pretty much well-informed.

"I have long heard of your reputation, as a detective, and I require you to find a few people with certain talents for me!": Sylar says, without explaining further.

"And who are these people, you are looking for, Mr. Gray?": Sherlock asks, intrigued.

"I don't know all of their names! I require people that have interesting ideas, are a bit eccentric, and would aspire to change the future. It is your job to find out whom they're, but the one name I know, is Victor Frankenstein.": Sylar says, and Sherlock understood immediately that this shameless Vampire is trying to use him for talent acquisition, and is trying to work further his own agenda here in Great Britain.

*Grin*

"It will cost you, my services are not known to be cheap. Also, I wish to be part of whatever it is you are trying to achieve, just to be aware of what is going on, and stop it if it is for some nefarious purposes.": Sherlock says while squinting his eyes.

*Sigh*

"I am willing to pay as long as you deliver, and you are more than welcome to join us once all the Players are gathered. I believe we will reach an agreement beneficial for all parties, and you will not try to hinder me once you understand my goals.": Sylar say's, and for the remaining time of the day the four people talk, drink, get wasted, flirt with some whores, and end up shit-faced.

It is extremely difficult for a Vampire to get drunk, unless it is a kind of magical blood, but Sylar still manages to get himself drunk enough for a while, although he has to consume extremely large amounts of alcohol.

In the evening, Sylar and Caliban are already sober, and they help Sherlock get back home, as the only 'pure' human in the little gathering, it is already recommendable that the guy didn't piss himself in fear.

Sherlock went beyond all expectations and even befriended Sylar, Caliban, and Ethan, he even managed to get the depressed doggie to start having fun.

As for Ethan, neither Caliban nor Sylar knew where his residence is, and so they just rented a room in the shitty pub where they wasted themselves, and left him there to sleep off his drinking.

Finally, Sylar and Caliban were back at Sylar's place, and just as Sylar was about to sit down, he felt a cold shiver go down his back.

Geraldine was worrying all day for this lazy drunkard, and he did not even send Caliban, or some of the street rats to deliver a message, she assumed he was dead or hurt while fighting against that werewolf.

Furthermore, she also had to deal with a crying, traumatized, and afraid human child all day.

The poor girl has lost her mother, and suddenly she is being attacked by a big monster, she had not even a second to process anything, and all she remembers from inside her home is her mother's painful wailing.

So it was understandable why Geraldine was pissed at both of them, both of these idiots died not even bother to waste a single thought on her or the child, and even worse they both smell like alcohol.

"Seems like you two had a fun day.": she says monotonously, while her lips are pressed together into a cold smile.

"Hehe, Geraldine, my dear Geraldine, please calm down!!!": Sylar tries to calm her down, but one thing any somewhat sane man with dating experience knows is to never tell a woman to calm down.

"Calm down? Calm down! CALM DOWN!?!? Gabriel Sylar Gray I AM CALM!!!":Geraldine says one part silent and another extremely loud while dashing towards Sylar to punch him in the face.

Sylar does a backflip barely dodging her punch, just the air pressure from her punch sounded like a gun gone off, and a fighting started between the two of them.

Meanwhile, Caliban standing by himself with a cup of tea in his hands mutter's: "Heav'n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.".

He quoted a saying from the play [The Mourning Bride], but that was a very grave mistake, for Vampires have very acute sense's.

"Mr. Caliban, I also have to express my gratitude to you!": a woman's creepy voice sounded from behind Caliban's back, and he was kicked in the ass, flying out towards the wall.

Tables, tableware, and about anything not nailed down was being thrown, and Geraldine was on an anger induced destruction trip, venting her anger and frustration.

The sounds woke up the whole neighbourhood, including one bored detective that was woken up from his alcohol induced coma, Sherlock realized where the noise was coming from.

*Smirk*

"This is exactly why I stay away from woman! Women: dangerous on both ends and crafty in the middle!": he told to himself while shaking his head amused at the two monster's misery.

Cliffhanger no Jutsu!!!" — Author

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