Hmm me thinks it's time for an update •••••••••••••••••••••••• She took a good look at the man. Tall and handsome, mysterious eyes that made her melt, a perfect suitor for her, and he had her hooked. "It would be my pleasure, Mr Smyth," she replied, giving him a small smile. They spent hours twirling around the room, all eyes on them. At the end of the night, they snuck away into a a dark, abandoned building. While the couple were kissing each other, Roselyn sitting on his lap, he had a thought. This had all been too easy tonight. He enjoyed the chase, the tingling sensation he got in his stomach whenever he caught a woman after a time. Even though it had taken weeks to get where he was, he wasn't satisfied. He wanted to feel like his mission was fully completed, and tonight it wasn't. He whispered something in her ear, so quietly she barely heard it. "Vous êtes belle, ma dame. Ce soir, vous êtes en sécurité, mais un jour vous serez à moi." She didn't understand a word he had said, but the way he had said it made her feel safe. She continued to kiss him, eventually leading her to want to take off her dress. "Not tonight, Princess." Stefen said, stopping her hands from undoing her clothes. "We shall wait, yes? It is too soon for this now. I will be waiting for you. Tomorrow night, meet me here again. I would like to know you better, My Lady." Kissing her hand, he looked into her eyes for the last time that night. He cursed himself for letting her get away, but there was something about her that intrigued him. Walking off, he left the princess alone in the dark, making her find her own way out. A true gentlemen would never have thought of leaving a defenseless lady by herself, but he could not risk getting caught with her after spending the evening dancing together. After she was dead, if someone had seen them and told, he would be hung before daylight. The killer would be caught, London would be safe again. But he would not allow that. He was smart, he knew how to avoid it. All it took was the princess to have his life come to an end and be sent to hell, which is what he deserved. ••••••••••••••••••••••••• Short, I know, but updating later if I have time. Btw, 'Vous êtes belle, ma dame. Ce soir, vous êtes en sécurité, mais un jour vous serez à moi.' means: 'You are beautiful, My Lady. Tonight you are safe, but one day you will be mine.' in French. Just so you know.
Jack the ripper was a criminal in London in 1843 right before the murders mysteriously started a Canadian doctor went to London right after the last killing the doctor returned to Canada this evidence supports the theory that jack the ripper was canadian next all the ripper's victims were women and each one had internal organs removed each victim was seen with the ripper right before they were killed that's the story of the ripper
Im not fighting either... I just want to enjoy the story without people saying things like "this story is so much like blablabla" Anywho... PLEASE UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you don't... I.... I... I might... DIE!