Okay, since you so strongly believe that this is too close to jack the ripper, the year is now changed from 1843 to 1802. Better? And maybe I should change it from London to Zimbabwe? Alright no, but I don't want to know about jack the ripper, I'm from London I've heard enough about him. Now, my story, no arguing, no more facts unless necessary, which I doubt it will be, and just enjoy. Thanks a bunch Alrighty, I'm updating in an hour or something, I need to get my update into words
Update •••••••••••••••••••••••• The day after the ball was long and boring, Roselyn was impatient for the evening to come. To pass time she had a long bath, followed by the servants brushing out her thick, dark hair into a style which showed off her angelic face well. When the moon was high in the sky, and all was still in the town, she set off to the building, where she hoped he would be waiting. Inside all was quiet, and there was no sight of the man. The shadows on the walls scared her, this was no place for a lady when a murderer was wandering around the streets. Walking to the door, she heard a voice come from a far corner. "How beautiful she looks under the moonlight; stars twinkling in her eyes. My Lady, do not leave me; heaven shall fall from the skies. My love for her is useless, unless she stays near thee. So come here, fair maiden; Together we shall sail the heartless, stormy seas." Turning away from the exit, she looked up to see his captivating black eyes. "That was beautiful, Mr Smyth." She told him. "Not as beautiful as you are, My Princess." •••••••••••••••••••••••• Sorry it's short again, just so tired. It'll be longer next time
••••••••••••••••••••••••• Laying next to him on the cold, hard floor, she questioned, "Where do you come from, Mr Smyth?" "Far from here, Roselyn." He answered. "How far?" She asked, curiosity taking over her mind. "Very far. It does not matter, I left a long time ago. Please, no more questions." "As you wish," she said, getting up and starting to walk off. "Where are you going Rose?" He asked, anger building up inside him. How dare she leave without his permission? "It is late, Stefen. I must go before someone notices I am gone." "Alright. When can I see you again?" "Soon Stefen. Goodnight." Planting a quick kiss on his cheek, she left him in the dark. Walking on the dark streets, Stefen saw a young girl, around twelve years old, laying infront of a barber shop. As he approached her, he noticed she was passed out. Having not killed anyone for a while, he dragged her into the alley next to the barbers. Feeling around her clothes, he found nothing but an old doll. He pulled out his knife, ready to stab her, when her eyes fluttered open. "Please, make it quick sir," she whispered, begging. "I have suffered enough." As fast as he could, he dropped the doll and ran away. He could not bring himself to hurt her. Normally he would not have even flinched at the thought of harming such a young girl, but after seeing Roselyn, something had changed. She brought out a different side of him whenever she talked. He felt something inside when she was near. He could not admit it to himself, but he had fallen for his victim. •••••••••••••••••••••••• there will be more soon