sanguine;
Bart's was, per usual, relatively empty at this hour.
Few employees stayed this late into the night, and those that were, wouldn't be a problem. He had full access to the hospital, a grant from his brother, and used it for more than just his case-solving purposes.
Sherlock needed blood.
No one had ever fully regarded the man was human with his brilliance and outstanding observation skills and accurate deductions; those whispers in passing had been nothing more then humorous. A way to explain his behavior, so different from their own. They hadn't considered the possibly that their jokes were, in all actuality, quite true. His particular brand of heritage was not the influence on his skills however, he's always been exceptionally observant, a quick learner, and rather prone to terrible social encounters.
What had changed, was his state of living-- he'd been infected with vampirism. Venom had coursed it's way through his veins and killed him, before he awakened once more, something more then human. An unholy thing, most called it; creatures of the night, seducers, murderers. For good reason, too. For centuries Vampires held no self control, and didn't care for it. They acted purely on instead, and were predators.
Now, it was different; the humans could fight back for aptly, and discretion was required if one wanted to stay alive. In a manner of speaking, of course. It was why Sherlock avoided hunting when he could; it was too dangerous. To survive, he'd taken to stealing from blood banks and hospitals, like Bart's. While nothing compared to fresh, warm blood, it wasn't worth getting caught in a hunter's sight. Carefully closing the door behind him, he surveyed the night's choices:
O positive, B positive, AB negative.
The latter happened to be his favorite, perhaps because it was so rare. Taking one bag of that, and three O positives ( the most popular, and easily replenished ), he began tucking them away safely in the small cooler he brought, not wanting any to accidentally burst before he had a chance to have dinner. What a bloody mess that would make; pun intended.
