Genetics Part 2

It had been a restless night. 

The two pints of dog blood Mornington had drank the day before had worked, the emergence of the Varcolac gene had been halted, just as it had been countless other times.  However the side effects was still all too apparent, for a start he smelled like…well…a dog.

The nightmares had come back as well, hazy dreams of the hunts.  Family members being burned at the steak, other family members tearing into dog flesh to get at the blood, and dreams of his own escapce with his family from Croatia some few centuries ago.  It was the final side effect that he figured might end up being dangerous…cats…

A few stray cats usually hung around in the garden behind Brunel Hall since he left out saucers full of fresh milk, but today when he went to visit them they all backed off hissing.  If the stray cats could pick up something was wrong, then other species of the cat persuasion could pick up something…people like Stargirl.

He sent Charlie, his “Go Get” man a telegram.  Within 3 hours Charlie was at Brunel’s door.  Mornington had already packed a small bag with belonging’s and was busy pinning up a note on the bar of Muirsheen Durkin.  The note read…

“Away on family business, back in a few days…”

He made sure the hotel renters was all settled in, and motioned to Charlie to follow him to the New Babbage train station…

“So Mornington, where ya goin?”

“Away from here for the next few days…i’ve started smelling like a wet dog and the cats all of a sudden dont like me…and since theres a few folks in this city who have a cat gene…”

“ahhhhhhhhh better safe than sorry, so where we going?  Bump?  We can visit yer cousin Mortimer”

“Are you insane?!  No one gets off the train at Bump…even if ya have family there, no…I need to visit an old friend i know who can concoct one of his special medicine’s, i cant keep drinking dogs blood every 4 days..people will get suspicious.”

Charlie sighed as he knew who he was talking about, Roderick Wilson-Smythe, the mining specialist, and specialist on genetics…and a retired Timelord living out the remainder of his life as a mining specialist in Underwick, the small mining community west of Falun…it was going to be a dull and dreary two days for Charlie.

((OOC i’ll be in hospital until Tuesday, possibly Monday evening getting an operation done on both eyes to sort the problems caused by my Fuchs Dystrophy…shouldnt be away too long!))

((PS: Unscupulous people may have noticed that mornington has a blood relative living in Bump…a way to get some of the shady past on me XD ))