See, Sherlock Holmes may have died through the natural course of literary attrition.  Some say Arthur Conan Doyle intended to truly kill him off, only to renew his presence later.  The truth is that I am the reincarnation and personification of Sherlock Holmes.  Okay, fine, call me a vampire if it makes you feel better, as I am immortal.  But I don’t drink blood (despite my constant pallor) to stay alive.  The truth is I really don’t eat anything, and I rarely sleep.  Blood, to me, comes in the form of PUZZLES.