I'm writing another story. Because I can. And I want to. Plus, it'll keep me busy writing two stories at a time. So yeah. Hope this turns out okay. ••••••••••••••••••••••••• His eyes swept the crowded room, looking for her. The girl who had been haunting his dreams for weeks. The girl who ran away every time he had a chance to talk to her. This was the night he would march up to her and introduce himself, her looking like a goddess in an elegant, red, satin gown, it's sequins shining under the candlelight. Atop her head would be a dazzling tiara, adorned with sparkling diamonds. He would charm her, make her lust for him. Yes, tonight was the night. The night he would finally kill his prey. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The year was 1843, a dreadful year for ladies of all ages. A murderer was on the loose in the dirty streets of London, leaving no clues to track him, only a bloody corpse of an unfortunate woman. The killer would lure them into a dark, hidden place. He would have them take their clothes off for his amusement. While they kissed him, he took a knife and stabbed their hearts before they had a chance to realize what was going on. He then stole their valuables and redressed them, taking his knife and licking the blood to clean it. He threw the bodies carelessly in plain sight, always hiding his face so no one would see. One girl in particular had caught his attention, Princess Roselyn. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on, and she was well protected. She would be tricky to get hold of, but not impossible. And so it led to this night, after weeks of waiting and settling for second best. He could feel the excitement of having her slim body in his hands, waiting for the worst to come and not knowing it. What a sick, perverted man he was, finding joy out of killing innocent females. No one deserves that, especially a person with such a pure heart as Roselyn. •••••••••••••••••••••••• So, whaddaya think? or ? Comments much appreciated
It was a Canadian there is evidence to support the theory that jack the ripper was a Canadian it's sad but true
This story isn't based on any facts and it's not Jack the Ripper... I could make it in this time period but it's in London, not Canada Was 1843 the time of Jack the Ripper? I forget I forget...
Update ••••••••••••••••••••••••• ~A few hours earlier~ Roselyn was getting ready for a ball, one that her mother would throw every month. She wondered how she never tired of planning these events, and how she enjoyed them every time. Perhaps it was the dancing she took great delight in, or maybe it was the handsome young men that never failed to make an appearance. This time she hoped she could meet someone, a person who was mysterious, a person who could make her heart flutter for just one night. She had had plenty of admirers in the past, but none who had ever caught her attention the way she wanted. This one night she hoped it would be different, she had a feeling it would be. ~Present~ A stranger had wandered over to Roselyn. She was excited, maybe he was the one she was looking for. "Your Royal Highness," he greeted her with a bow. "My name is Stefen Smyth. Excuse me for being so bold, but I must say you look absolutely exquisite this evening. May I have this dance?" ••••••••••••••••••••••••• Sorry it's so short I'll update soon maybe