Night Falls: Whitechapel

The Ripper had been interrupted. He would need another victim soon.

Cole deduced as he walked. What was the connection? There had to be a connection. The first three victims had known each other. Marielle had said as much about Annie and Mary Ann. She'd known both of them, and said they were good sorts.

It was a tenuous connection at best, but it was there. The prostitutes of Whitechapel had their own physician. Dr. Samuel Ruddington. Formerly a surgeon of the Royal Family, Doctor Ruddington was the only common link between the women other than their friendship with each other.

Another scream, further away this time. Cole cursed as he sprinted in the direction it had come from.

Too late. He was too late again, and this time The Ripper had finished his gruesome ritual. Mitre Square, outside Whitechapel. This was different. Was he branching out? Expanding his hunting grounds? Cole snarled to himself as he sniffed the air. The smell of cum was stronger here. His prey had had a full climax this time. He looked down at her body, and knew who she was already. Marielle's description of her friends proved beyond reasonable doubt that this was Catherine Eddowes. Her throat had the two slashes through her carotid and vocal chords respectively. Her abdomen had been cut open and she had been disemboweled. The smell was overpowering even more than at the previous scenes. It was near dawn, so Cole found a Constable and showed him to the scene of Eddowes' murder.

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Whitechapel: Thursday, November 8th, 1888.

It had been over a month since the last murders. Out patrolling each night, moving through Whitechapel like a shadow in the darkness. Up each evening, poring over the evidence to date. It was maddening for Cole, to say the least. Jack hadn't struck again, but he knew it was coming. He snarled low in his throat in frustration.

Cole looked over the evidence so far for the hundredth time. Two letters and a postcard. The missing part of an ear, taken from Elizabeth before he'd sliced her throat open. That fit with the letter that started with 'Dear Boss'. Jack the Ripper was now a priority. Warren had given him copies of both pieces of handwritten evidence. The madman was taunting Scotland Yard and London CID. 'From Hell' and 'Saucy Jacky' were there too, and Cole stared at them for several long moments.

He looked over the portraits of the women who had been murdered already, including the portrait of Martha Tabram, and spotted marked similarities in features between his succubus roommate and Mary Ann.

"Marielle." He called to her.

Marielle stopped her dusting and straightening of his flat and walked in where he was sitting at his desk.

"What is it, love?" She asked sweetly as she leaned down and kissed him.

"Did anything happen with Mary Ann in the past, I don't know... year or so? Any special clients she might have had?" Cole had a gut feeling here, but wanted to use Marielle as a sounding board for his theory.

"Now that you mention it, she said she had an assignation at the Palace with the young prince." Marielle said, and Cole smirked. That was it! He knew it!

"Marielle, how many of your friends were in your social group? Are there any left?" Cole asked.

"Just Mary Jane over on Miller's Court. Why?" Marielle asked.

"Mary Jane Kelly?" Cole replied as he stood. It was well past dark, and he knew who the next victim would be!

"Yes. Do you think... No! He wouldn't! She's the best of us. Please, you have to protect her!" Marielle was in fits. "I'm going with you!" She shouted as Cole ran to the door.

"Can you hold your own in a fight?" He asked as she intercepted him.

"You have no idea, love." She licked her red lips as her demonic eyes glared into his.

"Good. Put on some practical clothing, clothing you can fight in, and let's go!" He grinned at her, and she jumped slightly before going and putting on a pair of leggings and a bustier with cups for her breasts.

"I'm ready." She said, standing there and flexing her wings.

"Good. Let's end this. No more hiding." He growled as his eyes took on a golden glow. "Tonight, Jack the Ripper dies."

They sprinted from the apartment, faster than the eye could see, towards 13 Miller Court.

They never heard Mary Kelly scream, but they arrived in time to see the Ripper gutting her like a fish.

"NO!" Cole shouted as the big man stood up and threw his knife at Cole before jumping out the window.

Cole batted the knife aside, but Marielle picked it up before following Cole out the window.

Cole paced the Ripper, keeping back far enough that the Ripper might think he could outrun them.

"Pace him, Marielle. Let him lead us back to his lair." Cole said. He wanted to do it here, in public, but that wouldn't do. Too many witnesses.

"I'll follow him from above." She said and took to the air, her wings flapping powerfully as she kept pace with the Ripper from overhead.

Through the streets they ran, and above them flew a demon of sexual vengeance hell-bent on destroying the man who had slain her friends.

Cole, for his part, was thinking clearly now, and knew who the killer was. 'So obvious, a blind man could have seen it!' He thought, cursing himself for not being fast enough to save Mary Kelly.

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Jack was out of breath by the time he reached the entrance to his hideout just off of Mitre Square. A large, powerfully built man, he reached down and pulled the manhole cover aside before climbing down the ladder and pulling it over him to cover his escape. Once down in the sewer, he breathed a quick sigh of relief before heading further into the sewer where he had been collecting the pieces of the whores he had killed.

He slogged through the sewer, his breath clouding the air in front of him as he moved. He was so close. The hideout had another entrance, but he couldn't be seen entering his home like this. He had to clean up down here before heading upstairs to his bed. There was no way he could be caught. He had given them the slip. That damned detective, and... he stopped dead in his tracks at he remembered the two bursting in through the door as he had finished gutting the whore Mary.

He forced himself onward toward his sanctuary, but his mind was reeling as he realized that his first victim, Martha Tabram, seemed to be alive and well. No, that was impossible! It had to be a trick of his mind.

As he went inside, and removed his 'work clothes', he laughed himself into believing that it had just been a trick of the light. That detective, though... what was his name? Oh, yes. Drayson. Detective Cole Drayson. Well, former detective. He had resigned from the Whitechapel Division of London CID shortly after Annie Chapman had been found. 'Not my best work, but it was still glorious.' He thought to himself and smiled.

The Detective continued to bother him, though. Seeing him like that, full of fury and rage, and moving so quickly! He couldn't believe any man could move that fast. Ah, it had to be a trick of the light too! That was it. 'My own mind is playing tricks on me.' He thought wryly.

Jack changed and moved up the stairs to his townhouse, and then to his bedroom upstairs. It had been a productive night, but he would have to be more cautious in the future. He washed in the basin, and put on his sleeping gown and leggings.

Then he turned and saw the unholy vision of beauty before him. She was sitting on his bed, licking her lips as her wings stretched outward to each side.

His eyes were drawn to her breasts, and their utter perfection. Large, full, luscious. "Hello, luv. You've been doing Lucifiel's work, The Dark One has sent me to be your reward." She smiled seductively, and Jack felt himself growing hard beneath his leggings.

Jack couldn't get out of his sleeping clothes fast enough. It was the first time he had been hard when not killing, and he was finally going to lose his virginity. He was so enraptured by her that he didn't notice the mist that crept into his room from under his bedroom door.

Jack was naked, his powerful physique going somewhat to flab, but not by much. He grabbed her as she stood, his left hand stroking her neck as his right hand cupped one perfect buttock of her arse.

"What's your name, luv?" He asked, grinning as he bit down hard on one of her nipples. Her sharp intake of breath and moan of pleasure told him that she was into hard fucking. He wasn't going to disappoint her.

"I will tell you later, lover. For now, take me!" She demanded in a sultry tone.

Jack did as she requested, his mind no longer completely coherent. He threw her roughly onto the bed and jumped on her. His cock, small for his overall size, slammed into her impossibly tight cunt. She gasped as he entered her, then squeezed herself around him as her pussy worked him over.

"Oh FUCK, you are a hot little whore, aren't ya!" He shouted as he slammed into her hard. "Take it, bitch! Take my big fuckin' dick!" He shouted again.

He heard laughter behind him, but couldn't bring his mind to bear on it just yet. 'a man's laughter?' He thought vaguely. He continued to pound into the demonic cunt beneath him.

"Oh yes, Jack! Give it to me! Give me your life!" The Succubus screamed. "Give Martha your soul!" She grinned up at him as the name registered on his face. He froze as her pussy gripped him, milking him, and he now knew that he was in trouble.

"Come on, Doctor. Give it to her." The voice behind him said.

Marielle laughed as the shock came over his face and he looked down on the face of Martha Tabram, his first victim. "No... no no no no no!" He chanted, terrified now, but unable to move.

"Doctor Samuel JONATHAN Ruddington, AKA Jack the Ripper." Said the voice behind him. "I'm former Detective Inspector Cole Drayson, but that's just the name I'm using right now. I've had a few names over the centuries. My original plan for justice was to bleed you dry, but I believe that Martha here has earned the right to give you your just reward. More poetic, don't you agree?" Cole was grinning now as he moved around into Jack's view.

"Nooooo!" He shouted as he came inside Marielle, and felt his soul begin to slip from his body.

"No more pleasure for you, Doctor. You see, while a Succubus can deliver the ultimate in pleasure, she can also deliver the ultimate in PAIN!" Marielle screamed as she clamped her pussy around Jack's cock and increased the speed and ferocity of her feeding. She didn't just coax his life force into her, she raped his body of his life force in long agonizing rips and tears.

"UUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH... HHHAAAAAAAIIIIYYYYEEEE!!" Jack screamed wordlessly as the woman under him tore his soul from him piece by piece.

"Yes, Jack. I'm afraid you're nicked." Colton Drake said as his demonic lover fed on the soul of the man who had murdered her friends. His screams of torment were lost in her moans of ecstasy as she fed upon him.

Beyond the ability to scream anymore, his orgasm was the most painful thing he had ever, or would ever experience. His balls caught fire and shot first his seed, then what little remained of his shredded soul into the infernal fire inside the demoness. Jack's face contorted so badly that his jaw snapped. He convulsed backward, bending double as his spine broke. Yet even that couldn't stop the searing pain from turning his soul into mush as it was sucked from his body into the avenging demon beneath him.

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When it was over, false dawn was brightening the sky to the east, and the desiccated corpse that had once been Jack the Ripper was crumbling to dust on the bed. There was no sign that anyone had been in the room with him, and his disappearance would never be solved. Just like his crimes, this would never be fully explained, or solved. Only one man and woman knew what had happened over the past few months, but they could never let the world know. It would expose them, and now with the body gone and Jack's soul in eternal damnation, they would never be able to prove it.

It was a fair trade.

The End.