There was one mystery Sherlock Holmes never solved.
That is love... An unlocked part of his heart that he never cared to ventured or bothered to experience. That is until a certain Lady stepped into his life.... By the name of Lady Cassandra Chang.
That night was frightful, the wind howled like a pack of dogs at the end of their chains begging for food. I sat in my room brushing my hair contently wishing to have blonde hair as my classmates did, though sadly it is as black as coal. As soon as my comb clicked against my dresser drawer a blood curling cry rang through my manor. A cry so hidous that it made the hairs on my skin stand up. Within a second i was out of my room running toward the cries, leading to the baby's nursey room. Behind me were many a footsteps but i did not bother to turn around as i ran faster. My bare feet slapping against the cold marble floor. A thought raced through my mind as i got nearer. My small brother was born just a few months ago he must have died. No. No, what greeted me was my father crying. He was crumbled on the ground defeated and covering his eyes, his back toward the halfway closed door.
"Father? Father what has happened?" I cried out as I tried to embrace him, he only pushed me away roughly. "Father? Please tell me!" Again in my movement of comforting him he pushed me away sending me flying to the cold, hard floor. As i looked up my eyes lingered on the bloody mess in the nursey room. I stayed still as the scene became clearer. My mother walked, rocking back and forward a bloody bundle in her arms. Her white nightgown was stained in the front, her black hair in disaray. She was deathly pale as she rocked the bundle back and foward, as she walked up and down the room a bloodly trail followed.
"Master Chang!" Our many servants cried as they ran toward him helping him up. I got up slowly and made my way into the room glancing at the white wall now decorated with blood. The cradle was turned over, and the window was opened letting the howls of the wind become louder and haunting. I slowly advanced toward my mother who was singing softly.
"Mum?" I asked my voice shooked, she glanced up and smiled weakly.
"Your little brother is sleeping do you want to hold him?" I gave her a confused look.
"But mother... I don't see James in his cradle... How can i hold him?" Her eyes lit with a twinkle as she neared me, the look gave me an uneasy feeling.
"Oh darling.. He's right here." She placed the bundle in my arms, as I glanced down into my brother's sleeping form. He was pale and his lips were a dark blue. I was in shock at what i saw before me, what i held before me.
"Mum?!" I looked up quickly to see her standing by the window that was 5 stories up from the ground. She turned around and motioned for me to shut the door. I struggled to close the door and locked just in time for the servants to recieve a rattling doorknob. My father must have finally regain his wits to have told them of what happened in here. "Mum... I'm scared."
"Oh don't be love.. Come closer so that I can have a good look at your brother and you." I walked over to her so that i stood beside her. She was dangerously close to the window edge. "I want to tell you something...." She whispered, i got nearer to hear her over the howls of the wind. " I killed your little brother James."
"What?!" I stepped back but she gripped my arm tightly, her eyes were dancing.
"I took a knife and stabbed him in the heart. While i watched him sleep he looked like your father, so i stabbed him." I was very confused.
"Mum? Of course he would look like father! He was of his seed!" There came a loud banging from the door, the servants were going to break in. Her grip on me tighten considerbly.
" Your father lied to me! Your father lied to me!" She screamed, the bangs getting louder and the howls of the wind echoed. " He has a mistress who is with his child. Do you know how i found out about this?" I cringed, the dead weight of my baby brother was getting heavy. "She is the duchess of York, my dear friend! I found out she was your father's misstress as i spotted them in our garden in a loving embrace!"
"Mum maybe he was giving her a hug? Please let me go get father so that we can clear this up." Her nails dugged into my skin letting blood slip down my skin.
"My girl they were kissing and such heat! I know what i saw and i saw it! Your father has denied it many times. A fool! I was a fool to go with his tinted lies!" She let go of my arm suddenly. "But... My dear beautiful girl... I will free myself from this prison. I have freed your little brother... Now it's your turn." My mother reached out behind her and took out a small dagger, i took a straggering step back cluthing to my brother's cold body.
"Mum No!" At that the door opened, i turned around to see two police officers rush in. I turned around and faced her quickly, to see her smiling and walk backwards to the window.
"STOP THAT WOMAN!" My father cried, as she fell backwards she fell 5 stories from the window hitting the stone patio.
It's been 13 years since the fatal death of my mother and little brother James. Two years since the remarriage of my father to the duchess of York. After a few months following the death of my mother, my future little step sister Rose Mary was born. Catherine. That was the Duchess of Wales name... The name leaves a foul taste in my mouth.... After her marriage with my father, they would have grand parties. Always will she have people over at our many manors.... And many times a night I lay awake... For.. I am the heiress to all my father's belonging... I fear for my life for i believe she is after our money... And my life.
That is love... An unlocked part of his heart that he never cared to ventured or bothered to experience. That is until a certain Lady stepped into his life.... By the name of Lady Cassandra Chang.
That night was frightful, the wind howled like a pack of dogs at the end of their chains begging for food. I sat in my room brushing my hair contently wishing to have blonde hair as my classmates did, though sadly it is as black as coal. As soon as my comb clicked against my dresser drawer a blood curling cry rang through my manor. A cry so hidous that it made the hairs on my skin stand up. Within a second i was out of my room running toward the cries, leading to the baby's nursey room. Behind me were many a footsteps but i did not bother to turn around as i ran faster. My bare feet slapping against the cold marble floor. A thought raced through my mind as i got nearer. My small brother was born just a few months ago he must have died. No. No, what greeted me was my father crying. He was crumbled on the ground defeated and covering his eyes, his back toward the halfway closed door.
"Father? Father what has happened?" I cried out as I tried to embrace him, he only pushed me away roughly. "Father? Please tell me!" Again in my movement of comforting him he pushed me away sending me flying to the cold, hard floor. As i looked up my eyes lingered on the bloody mess in the nursey room. I stayed still as the scene became clearer. My mother walked, rocking back and forward a bloody bundle in her arms. Her white nightgown was stained in the front, her black hair in disaray. She was deathly pale as she rocked the bundle back and foward, as she walked up and down the room a bloodly trail followed.
"Master Chang!" Our many servants cried as they ran toward him helping him up. I got up slowly and made my way into the room glancing at the white wall now decorated with blood. The cradle was turned over, and the window was opened letting the howls of the wind become louder and haunting. I slowly advanced toward my mother who was singing softly.
"Mum?" I asked my voice shooked, she glanced up and smiled weakly.
"Your little brother is sleeping do you want to hold him?" I gave her a confused look.
"But mother... I don't see James in his cradle... How can i hold him?" Her eyes lit with a twinkle as she neared me, the look gave me an uneasy feeling.
"Oh darling.. He's right here." She placed the bundle in my arms, as I glanced down into my brother's sleeping form. He was pale and his lips were a dark blue. I was in shock at what i saw before me, what i held before me.
"Mum?!" I looked up quickly to see her standing by the window that was 5 stories up from the ground. She turned around and motioned for me to shut the door. I struggled to close the door and locked just in time for the servants to recieve a rattling doorknob. My father must have finally regain his wits to have told them of what happened in here. "Mum... I'm scared."
"Oh don't be love.. Come closer so that I can have a good look at your brother and you." I walked over to her so that i stood beside her. She was dangerously close to the window edge. "I want to tell you something...." She whispered, i got nearer to hear her over the howls of the wind. " I killed your little brother James."
"What?!" I stepped back but she gripped my arm tightly, her eyes were dancing.
"I took a knife and stabbed him in the heart. While i watched him sleep he looked like your father, so i stabbed him." I was very confused.
"Mum? Of course he would look like father! He was of his seed!" There came a loud banging from the door, the servants were going to break in. Her grip on me tighten considerbly.
" Your father lied to me! Your father lied to me!" She screamed, the bangs getting louder and the howls of the wind echoed. " He has a mistress who is with his child. Do you know how i found out about this?" I cringed, the dead weight of my baby brother was getting heavy. "She is the duchess of York, my dear friend! I found out she was your father's misstress as i spotted them in our garden in a loving embrace!"
"Mum maybe he was giving her a hug? Please let me go get father so that we can clear this up." Her nails dugged into my skin letting blood slip down my skin.
"My girl they were kissing and such heat! I know what i saw and i saw it! Your father has denied it many times. A fool! I was a fool to go with his tinted lies!" She let go of my arm suddenly. "But... My dear beautiful girl... I will free myself from this prison. I have freed your little brother... Now it's your turn." My mother reached out behind her and took out a small dagger, i took a straggering step back cluthing to my brother's cold body.
"Mum No!" At that the door opened, i turned around to see two police officers rush in. I turned around and faced her quickly, to see her smiling and walk backwards to the window.
"STOP THAT WOMAN!" My father cried, as she fell backwards she fell 5 stories from the window hitting the stone patio.
It's been 13 years since the fatal death of my mother and little brother James. Two years since the remarriage of my father to the duchess of York. After a few months following the death of my mother, my future little step sister Rose Mary was born. Catherine. That was the Duchess of Wales name... The name leaves a foul taste in my mouth.... After her marriage with my father, they would have grand parties. Always will she have people over at our many manors.... And many times a night I lay awake... For.. I am the heiress to all my father's belonging... I fear for my life for i believe she is after our money... And my life.
