The Case of the Vampire Twins.

[Randomman]

Dear Mr. Holmes,
It is my grave duty to inform you that a chain of terrible murders has been taking place in the ballrooms of nobility all over England. The killer is of a most vile nature, his atrocities too gruesome to put into words.
Scotland Yard has discovered that all of the murdered victims are members of a Black Magic Cult that has been behind the kidnapping and illegal auctioning of orphaned children for some time.
The best minds in Scotland Yard have been diligently searching for both the Cult and the Ballroom murderer for as long as these horrible deaths have been occurring, but the murders are rising in number.
I have sent one of my trusted Earls to aid you in this troubling matter.

England turns her head to you Mr. Holmes, to save her from this terrible plight.
Godspeed Mr. Holmes, and thank you.
Queen Alexandrina Victoria

[S. Holmes]

Holmes folded up the letter and stared into the flames of the fire at 221b. He tacked the letter up with a knife along with the other letters from her royal majesty.

'Watson," he called. No answer. 'Watson! Watson!" Holmes crawled about the room, his favorite bathrobe reeking for a good wash, if only Mrs. Hudson, or indeed his trusted friend and roommate had been able to persuade him out of it.

'Watsonnnn!" he bellowed. "We have a case!"

Footsteps.. shh.. he listened intently. He'd know the footsteps of his faithful friend and college Dr John H. Watson anywhere.

"No need to be shy, old fellow," Holmes said with a confident aire. "Enter!"

[Watson]

Returning late from a trying day of rounds at the prestigious John Miriam and Anthony Hopkins Medical School, Watson climbs up the stairs and pauses for a moment on the sixteenth step (or maybe it was the fifteenth). He pinches the bridge of his nose looks up taking a deep breath and sighs wearily.

'Watsonnnn!' he hears Holmes bellow.

Watson gathers his resolve and walks up to door of the quarters shared with Holmes and enters the room to see him staring intently at the ceiling.

What!?! What is it now Holmes?

Holmes fixes his gaze onto Watson with a smirk and whispers.
"We have a case!"

Watson ignores him, he is exasperated and offended to find Holmes barely clothed, lounging in the dark and on the same the chair where he passed out to sleep the previous night.

Watson's eyebrow quivers slightly with annoyance but suppresses the emotion as he yanks the curtains open, bathing the room in bright sunlight.

"Watson..." Holmes speaks up. "We have a case!!"

Watson raises an eyebrow and fixes him with a weary expression.
"Have you forgotten that you have said this every single day for the last month, since you have been receiving letters from her majesty?"