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'RIPPER' excerpt

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What follows is the account of Alexandra Kent as she remembers it. The year is around 1820. She and all others present in this account are vampires. The character known as Jack will eventually turn into one of the greatest killers of all time: Jack the Ripper.



She had been heading to the kitchen for a mid morning snack. The house had been relatively quiet save for the monotonous clicks and clacks of the great grandfather clock in the entryway. Every hour it chimed without fail, its featureless face marking the passage of time. The pendulum always swung steady, and she feared that once it stopped the world would follow its example.
But midway between the kitchen and the library (which was a rather long stretch of hall to cover) she had been ambushed by a strange shadow.
Bain pressed her against the wall, whispering in a mock menace that he would kill her if she dared move. Despite herself, she couldn’t help but giggle.
“Bain!” she whispered, “You scared me near to death!”
He smiled, “Very funny, my dear.”
She smiled back, the lines on her face vanishing, and for a moment she relished in the simplicity and peace of the moment. Bain’s straight black hair hung around his face, down to his collar. She brushed a few stray pieces from his equally dark eyes. She sometimes imagined how life must look through those eyes, and if he saw her in the same way most did. She could not bear to live with such darkness, with permanent despair following her every step.
She shuddered suddenly and he frowned, rubbing her shoulder. “What’s the matter love?”
She shook her head, dismissing the question, instead asking him why he was up so late (for noon was certainly late in their respect).
“I was in the library studying. I’ve discovered a fascinating book on Egyptian gods.” He touched her cheek tenderly, “I could show it to you sometime, if it would please you.”
“It would.” She said softly, for he was closer to her than before. She could feel his chest brush against hers as he breathed, and the sweet smell of his breath enticed her. She felt a blush creep up her collar and fought to keep it away, but he must have noticed for he smiled sympathetically.
The hand on her shoulder crept down her arm, then to her waist as he pulled her to him. Anticipating his kiss she closed her eyes and tilted up her head, for he was much taller than her. But she jumped when she heard:
“Up late, aren’t we?” the thick, icy voice asked.
Alex brushed at her skirts as Bain took a careful step back. “I was thirsty.” She stood up straight, “And I don’t need permission to be up at this hour. Neither does Bain.”
Jack’s eyes flickered to Bain for a moment before focusing back on her. He knew just as well as she did that Bain was a pureblood, the oldest one in the house, and that no matter what title he may possess Bain’s age placed him slightly above him as far as social class went.
Surprisingly, instead of engaging the other man in a row, Jack simply outstretched his hand, waiting for Alex to take it, black eyes smoldering.
When she took it she felt his grip tighten around it so hard she had to bite back a whimper. For a second she thought she saw Bain’s face grow dark, but he simply turned and went back into the library as she was dragged down the other way by Jack, who led her like a man would lead his mule.
this is a rough excerpt from my novel "Ripper", about Jack the Ripper having been a vampire who is now out to continue his insane plot to cleanse the world.
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