Surely Sherlock

Heart: Part Five

I sat red faced beside my brother.

I could not believe I had lowered myself to doing what I did. I dare not relay it, as it would invoke both shame and anger.

We- meaning Gilda, Guillion, Nicolai, and I- were sitting around a unstable wooden table as the Gravesman continued to struggle to properly compose himself. My impatience was getting the better of me as I watch him turn and coil. My hand met with the table as I let out my frustration.

"Get on with it!"

He was wasting precious time!

He gave me an odd little stare, then sighed heavily. I should be the one sighing, not him. Why was he sighing, anyways?

Gravesman took his time walking away to what must have been the kitchen.

He came back, making several trips, with tea cups. He brought out a tea pot and poured a queer looking brew. I stared into my cup, inspecting the murky green liquid before anything could jump out at me. I had a feeling he'd put something that shouldn't have been there in the mixture. My attention was ripped away from the cup as Gravesman cleared his throat.

"The answer you are looking for as to who your culprit is, is quite an elaborate one."

Oh, no. It was another one of his "clues." I did not think my central organ could take much more of hs idiocy for the day, but I held my tongue. We needed this. I needed this.

"Well, then, start us off, good man," I said, nodding. I received a symphony of odd looks, as if I had grown a horn on my head. I shot each pair of eyes a hard glare, knocking them down to their place.

Gravesman cleared his throat a second time and spoke again.

"It neither hides from the light or shies away from the moon."

So, that crossed off vampires and a few other creatures I had already eliminated. Wonderful.

"It bites, and changes others."

I think I had the answer now, but he was beginning to test my patience with the way he drew out his words. I grit my teeth, concentrating on keeping calm.

"The moon calls it out, but a she it is not."

So, it was not a woman. That was not anymore helpful than the first one. I rolled my eyes as he proceeded.

"It gnashes and chews with canines gone awry. It house a beast so feral and deadly it walks on hid legs."

I had it. It was a werewolf.

Gravesman caught the epiphany on my face and a wry smile spread on his lips. Now, I could get started.