Ripper: The London Years by xXSirenofMidnightXx and LestatLombre2nd (ereader for textbooks TXT) 📕

ruined the name of her family and drove her to the streets where she lost her mind, yet never gave up the hope of gaining that life again.

Once i was finished with her i lay her down slowly and carefully in a manner which one might lay don a baby child. Marking this poor woman’s face seemed an atrocity too far so I wiped her blood with my red handkerchief and set it within her hands. Placing my hand softly upon her head I whisper softly "crave not that life you had, and gain it wherever you may be" With this I turned and left, a strange satisfaction filling me, yet also an essence of slight sorrow that angered me. Tomorrow I would feast again. Only this time I would take one that would be noticed more, one that would be missed, one that is younger and sweeter that what I have filled myself with this night....




Mid-day

30th March 1888

The air had a strange crisp-ness to it. Sunshine spread through the scene like rays of the heavens shining down upon the earth to bring happiness. But this was not a happy event; this was one of sorrow and sadness. Brought on more so in the essence that the scene before my eyes was a lonely one. I had hidden myself within the openings of a nearby crypt, entirely invisible to any around me yet within sight range of what I wished to see. A group of 5 men stood around a simple wooden box, 4 men to control the box on its descent to its final resting place, and a Priest reading softly and quietly from his bible. “The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. The last enemy to be destroyed is death.” It was a reading from Corinthians 15. I had developed a small penance for bible verses in my line of work. Not one to be obsessed with, but one that simply allowed me to read to my victims as they died should I see fit.

The box before me held the body of Joyce (So the papers say). The four men lifted the cords and began lowering her body in to the earth itself as the priest continued to read. "In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return."

“Indeed we shall sweet priest, indeed we shall” Smiling I turned and entered the crypt again, tunnels connected it to wherever I needed to go. It was not that I could not be in the sunlight, I would just prefer not to be weakened by its energy should trouble arise on my return home. “until my next kill, this city I call home can remain quiet, but once I am ready for my fill, it shall be mine” A soft chuckle escaped my lips and resonated through the tunnels I walked, my mind already racing at the thought of that next kill.




8pm

3rd April 1888

April showers seem to have set in the streets of London.
The streets are lined with puddles and small streams.
The metal fence work seems to glisten as the moonlight touches the little drops of rain water. The rain doesn't seem to lift although it has slowed down greatly. Instead of the torrential
downpour that London has seen for the past few days it just seems to be a light shower. London smells nice when it rains. It has that nice clean smell.. Which says alot about this city considering its dirty and full of soot and other bodily excrements.
I love the rain. It gives me such a rush, a high to dirty the city again once more. To make the city run with rivers of blood. My eyes become wide and glisten with pride and excitement... I would have to kill tonight and tonight i would make it my masterpiece, the ultimate master piece..... It wouldn't be hard to find them down these streets...

Turning down one of the side streets i see her... My victim for the night.... She looked first class, Jet black hair and Piercing Green eyes. She was wearing one of the finest dresses from the London main street. Emerald green with Gold decoration on the bodice. It would be ashame to ruin such a dress with her blood.

"Excuse me Miss"

As she turned around to greet me i could not but help fall into a trance with her bright green eyes. her perfect porcelain skin. This truly was a woman who's beauty needed to be preserved and not aged away or worse... Decompose in the ground... No i had much better plans for her.. Smiling at her hiding my vampyric fangs, i graciously bow down to her. "i'm so sorry miss but i can't help if we had met before.... i'm useless with names but i always remember beautiful faces". The young girls face flushed red as she simpled bowed her head back in respect and her cheeks flushed a pale red. I knew she was embrassed as she could not or will not recognise me for this is the
only moment we seemed to have met.

She whispered her name as the wind carried it to my ears. 'Jade Smith' I was mezmorised by this astounding child.... or should i say woman seeing as the dress showed of her curves perfectly and provocately. This child would have many men lining up to be her husband and make her to be the perfect little housewife she would no doubt become... No... i cannot allow this... I cannot allow this beauty to be taken by one man and be used shamelessly until her beauty became no more.... I began to walk with her for awhile and spoke to her like a true gentleman should until we came to a beautiful park. The night was so clear and the stars were shinning brightly and the moon was
full. This would of been the most romantic night of her life. Leading her to a bench i smile at her and suggest she sits for awhile. Being the lady that she is she sits down and looks at me with her mesmorizing eyes. They appeared to be burning with desire. This drove me mad... i wanted to take her there and then and make her mine for all eternity.
Leaning forward Jade smiled and looked at me and whispered 'I know what your planning on doing kind sir and believe you and me you are more than welcomed to it... Many men have played with my innocence but none were men enough to take it in my eyes.... but you kind sir.... you have taken me by surprise and i will gladly allow you to take my innocence away...'

I was shocked that this young girl seemed to be seducing me. Talking about her innocent and her allowing me to take it away. All the other guys not being man enough for her... But yet i'm man enough for her and im not even a man im a monsterthe kind of monster who bumps around in the night. But yet, she awoken a demon in me that i had long forgotten.
Jade began to undo her blouse allowing her cream corset to show. The top began to fall onto the floor.

A small growl escaped my lips as i smell her sweet scent as she edges closer to me and takes of her skirt and underskirt in the process. Edging closer to me still i feel a slight pull on my trousers. The demon wanted to be released and soon. I had heard many lores that Vampire males are able to bear children with Humans but the human mother never survived. if i were to do this i would have to do it and turn her.
I don't want her beauty to end and i certainly don't want it mutilated when she gives birth to an immortal child of darkness.
Jade smiles as she edges towards me undoing the laces on her corset allowing for her breasts to breathe in the night air. This was when i decided enough was enough, growling i pin her to the floor and slowly run my fangs lightly over her neck and breasts while allowing my hands to wander elsewhere to feel every inch of her body. Soft moans were coming out of her mouth, soft moans of pleasure seemed to awaken me more and more.. i felt more alive at this moment then i ever did when i was a human.

I looked deep into her eyes and asked her if she was sure about her decision, was she consenting for me to do what i needed to do to her. Her deep burning green eyes screamed out to me and before i knew it she alreadied answered by undoing my trousers and allowing myself to bury inside of her.
A loud moan escaped as her back arched away from the ground. Upon hearing this i let myself go....
As the passion increased my fangs began to elongate and thats the moment when she had realised what she had done she had awakened a demon....
My fangs dug into her breast as began to take in her blood, it was fresh, still pure, its was pouring into my mouth i just couldn't resist taking her life aswell as her innocence... When i had finally had my fill, i looked into her dying eyes and began to hear her heart slow as the terror of her face began to look peaceful. Cutting my wrists with my fangs i dropped my own crimson blood into her mouth. And allowed her to drink... Not only was i going to turn her.... but she would also become my mate... This night of passion would happen again and again... she was my drug and i was hooked.




3pm

11th April 1888

The funeral procession started to walk towards the Smith's masoleum. All were dressed in black, Many were holding on to each other for support walking with there heads down and wiping there tears from their eyes. Their were people of all ages from the elderly to the newborn babe. Jade was stood next to me in a red dress that seemed to tight for her and showed of her marvellous curves.

When the casket went into the masoleum, a small blood red tear dripped from Jade's Eyes...

"I can never be with them, give them the answers they truly deserve"

"No, My love our world must remain a secret to them, they would never truly understand the gift you have been given come child.."

Jade just looked on and watched as her family passed her by not even knowing or sensing her presence amonge them. She looked to her younger Sister and her Father and Mother. The tears and the look of sadness etched into there faces would forever be burned into her mind. She always imagined being married, giving birth to children of her own and now she could never do that. Never become like her mother, soft and loving.

She watched as the vampire who turned her placed a single White rose in front of the masoleum doors. They were now alone. Taking her by the hand he walked her into the Masoleum and stood in front of her name plate.