The blood in my veins
I wish it to be noted that my presence was not noted by Dr. Watson. The truth is that after the aforementioned meeting, I was shut up in a little room and ignored, except for a few times a day, when Sir Henry would feed me and take me for a walk upon the moor. These were the happiest moments, as Sir Henry seemed genuinely interested in me, and treated me like an equal. He would talk to me about everything: his old life, the apparently lovely Miss Stapleton he had his eye on, and about this strange curse. I became so interested after hearing the facts that I began to wonder how I could help to shed some light upon this baffling case. But being cooped up in the room most of the time put a damper on my plans, and I resolved to do something about it. So by careful practice, I learned to open the door and wander at night. Holmes probably knew but made no motion to stop it. It was about a week after Holmes' arrival that I made a startling discovery.
I was sitting in my room, toying idly with my sister's ball, when a small clink attracted my attention. I looked round, and discovered my father's license on the floor. I picked it up and looked at it. I was about to put it away when the name on the license caught my eye.
BASKERVILLE My blood went cold. By this time, I had heard about the curse of the Baskervilles. I knew what my father was. And I remembered what had happened when my brother took our food. I knew then what I was.
That night, I put my paws on the window and opened it enough to stick my head through. I howled out into the night. My howl sounded melancholy. I waited. Then I heard the noise.
"Who makes this noise?"
I responded: "I am coming to you."
I sneaked out and went down to the moor. I had an idea that might save the kind Henry Baskerville.
***
A gigantic dog, with night black fur and glowing red eyes, was standing at the end of the moor. "Who are you?" he growled.
"I am your daughter." I dropped his license at his feet. He stared at it. "You? But you have none of my fur."
"I always had my mothers body and personality."
"How did you learn the howl?"
"Is it not genetic?"
"No, it only is howled if you are prepared to kill someone."
I smiled a secret smile. "Are you sure?"
"That's how it seems. But perhaps it is genetic. I am the only one of my kind, so I would not know."
"You existed in 1742, but you are young. How is this?"
"I am immortal, a Hell-hound. None can kill a Hell-hound except."
"Another Hell-hound?"
"Yes, but there is no other Hell-hound." said he, laughing a laugh that made my fur rise on end. But I was ready. "You're wrong."
He stopped laughing. "What?"
"That's why you courted her, isn't it?" My eyes were tingling. "You wanted someone to help you in this evil quest to destroy the Baskervilles. But when none of us held the power, you left."
"No, it wasn't like that. One of them did have the power, but I could tell that that one was good, and would not kill."
"You are wrong again," I said, and my eyes felt as though they were balls of fire, and I knew that they glowed. "I can kill, and I will."
"Then you will join me?"
"No."
"Then who will you." He realized what I was saying as I stepped towards him. "If you kill me, you shall lose all the powers of the Hell- Hound race. You are passing up a chance to live forever."
"Why would I want to live forever?"
He turned and ran. He knew that I would not give up, and I knew where he would go. He ran towards the mire, and I leaped. I knocked him into the mire, scrambling across his back and onto a safe patch. He stared at me with his red eyes blazing. "You're my child," he kept repeating, "You're my child."
"Yes. And I am your murderer."
He let out a howl of despair, as I let out a howl of triumph. And for one minute, our voices blended in the last awful howl of the Baskerville race that would ever be heard upon the moor. I bent down, and tore out my father's throat. "The circle is closed." I murmured.
As he sank into the mire, a rushing wind passed, literally, right through my body. My fathers' howl rang in my ears, overwhelming me. I was weak, and I fell backwards.into the arms of Henry Baskerville, who had seen me leave.
I wish it to be noted that my presence was not noted by Dr. Watson. The truth is that after the aforementioned meeting, I was shut up in a little room and ignored, except for a few times a day, when Sir Henry would feed me and take me for a walk upon the moor. These were the happiest moments, as Sir Henry seemed genuinely interested in me, and treated me like an equal. He would talk to me about everything: his old life, the apparently lovely Miss Stapleton he had his eye on, and about this strange curse. I became so interested after hearing the facts that I began to wonder how I could help to shed some light upon this baffling case. But being cooped up in the room most of the time put a damper on my plans, and I resolved to do something about it. So by careful practice, I learned to open the door and wander at night. Holmes probably knew but made no motion to stop it. It was about a week after Holmes' arrival that I made a startling discovery.
I was sitting in my room, toying idly with my sister's ball, when a small clink attracted my attention. I looked round, and discovered my father's license on the floor. I picked it up and looked at it. I was about to put it away when the name on the license caught my eye.
BASKERVILLE My blood went cold. By this time, I had heard about the curse of the Baskervilles. I knew what my father was. And I remembered what had happened when my brother took our food. I knew then what I was.
That night, I put my paws on the window and opened it enough to stick my head through. I howled out into the night. My howl sounded melancholy. I waited. Then I heard the noise.
"Who makes this noise?"
I responded: "I am coming to you."
I sneaked out and went down to the moor. I had an idea that might save the kind Henry Baskerville.
***
A gigantic dog, with night black fur and glowing red eyes, was standing at the end of the moor. "Who are you?" he growled.
"I am your daughter." I dropped his license at his feet. He stared at it. "You? But you have none of my fur."
"I always had my mothers body and personality."
"How did you learn the howl?"
"Is it not genetic?"
"No, it only is howled if you are prepared to kill someone."
I smiled a secret smile. "Are you sure?"
"That's how it seems. But perhaps it is genetic. I am the only one of my kind, so I would not know."
"You existed in 1742, but you are young. How is this?"
"I am immortal, a Hell-hound. None can kill a Hell-hound except."
"Another Hell-hound?"
"Yes, but there is no other Hell-hound." said he, laughing a laugh that made my fur rise on end. But I was ready. "You're wrong."
He stopped laughing. "What?"
"That's why you courted her, isn't it?" My eyes were tingling. "You wanted someone to help you in this evil quest to destroy the Baskervilles. But when none of us held the power, you left."
"No, it wasn't like that. One of them did have the power, but I could tell that that one was good, and would not kill."
"You are wrong again," I said, and my eyes felt as though they were balls of fire, and I knew that they glowed. "I can kill, and I will."
"Then you will join me?"
"No."
"Then who will you." He realized what I was saying as I stepped towards him. "If you kill me, you shall lose all the powers of the Hell- Hound race. You are passing up a chance to live forever."
"Why would I want to live forever?"
He turned and ran. He knew that I would not give up, and I knew where he would go. He ran towards the mire, and I leaped. I knocked him into the mire, scrambling across his back and onto a safe patch. He stared at me with his red eyes blazing. "You're my child," he kept repeating, "You're my child."
"Yes. And I am your murderer."
He let out a howl of despair, as I let out a howl of triumph. And for one minute, our voices blended in the last awful howl of the Baskerville race that would ever be heard upon the moor. I bent down, and tore out my father's throat. "The circle is closed." I murmured.
As he sank into the mire, a rushing wind passed, literally, right through my body. My fathers' howl rang in my ears, overwhelming me. I was weak, and I fell backwards.into the arms of Henry Baskerville, who had seen me leave.