A new twist of the knife: Part I

[Jack the Ripper]

A new twist of the knife: Part I

Jack the Ripper:
I wrote them a letter, but I wasn’t sure if they got the first. A bloody horrible mess it was the first one. I put it in the mail yesterday afternoon, and I’m waiting to mail another. Oh what a delicious lark the last one was. She was warm and soft in the belly; she was even warmer after I was threw with her. Jack turned placed the second letter into the mail slot. It was addressed to the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, and it read as follows - {17th Sept 1900: Dear Boss, So now they say I am a Yid when will they learn Dear old Boss! You an me know the truth don’t we. Lusk can look forever hell never find me but I am rite under his nose all the time. I watch them looking for me an it gives me fits ha, ha I love my work an I shan’t stop until I get buckled and even then watch out for your old pal Jacky. Catch me if you can… Jack the Ripper - Sorry about the blood still messy from the last one. What a pretty necklace I gave her. } With a tap of the cane and a wisp of black fabric I was walking away.


Mina Harker:
There was a nod, slowly calmness and rational was coming back over the woman's being. He knew that would drive her all the more close to the edge," Why does he not just kill me and be done with it Tom? Why?" Mina shook her head, standing slowly bearings still off somewhat," Why play these mind games? Why drive me crazy?" As though it was liquor the glass was brought swiftly to her parted lips a last time, the half full glass of water quickly emptied down her throat. With a sharp thud the glass was placed back on the table," After all I am almost crazy, what can he get from driving me mad!" She looked like a wild woman, cheeks flushed, hair falling in masses of red curls every which way, breathing still somewhat erratic. Dorian was indeed placing her into a state. She could imagine him sitting some where, perhaps his house only three blocks off laughing and plotting deviously on what parlor trick to use next. Slender hands gripped the back of the chair before her tightly, knuckles turning slowly white, “I detest feeling as I do. Afraid to even leave the confines of this place, afraid to be in here...and I don't know why it frightens me so." She felt hopeless, her eyes were still wide. She reeked of fear, of not knowing how or why...well she knew the why; Revenge)," I feel as if perhaps I'm over reacting, but he is like a ghost haunting me!" With a sigh she shook her head slowly," And what worries me the most is that he knows our secrets, not just my own or yours but every single member save for Mr. Lupus and Miss Jade. But wait soon he will know theirs as well if he does not already." Mina did not underestimate Dorian Gray, in fact it could be suggested she was over estimating him; Rather be safe then sorry," I cannot allow him to destroy the League...Even if it kills me I shant allow him too." Angrily a clenched white fist banged down upon the table the sound echoing through the underground chamber. She was hot under the proverbial collar now, not only at Dorian, but at herself for allowing him to effect her as he was. A mousey face surrounded by a mess of brown hair appeared in the doorway," Miss Harker...the afternoon mail is here ma'am." Came the voice of Elena in a quiver," I...I think you best come quickly Missus and Sir." Mina arched a brow," Yes. Coming." The girl seemed frightened beyond what Mina was, blue orbs shifted to stare at Tom as she walked into the parlor once more an awful smell coming to her nose," What in the Queen's name is that..." Her lips parted as if to scream again, but no sound left them. She stood frozen in place a moment then slowly approached the tray where the mail sat," Good Hell..." There sat a lone letter wrapped in the entrails of a human body," TOM!" Blood. She could smell it," Quickly...please I...can't." Mina turned away, fingers pinching her small nose quickly.


Tom Sawyer:
tom sighed the only advise he could offer mina was to calm down and control her emotions but he knew that advise would be no use the woman knew she had to do that already but with a beast like Dorian gray on the loose it was difficult to put it mildly though all considering mina was doing a better job then most normal women would have he turned to Elana and nodded quickly following mina stopping in his tracks at the smell of blood he looked to Elana and opened his mouth to scold her but changing his mind as he thought quickly he grabbed the tray and shoved it to the girl "take this to Doctor Jekyll's quarters immediately have him see if he could decipher the note and see what these remains are if he can't tell him to send the letter and the remains to the police" he said pushing the woman out the door as quickly as he could then moving over to a window he opened it trying to clear the air he turned to mina turning up his collar to cover his neck his hands at his sides his revolvers with in quick reach he carried the tranq darts that mina and Jekyll invented now when he was around the league especially lupus.


Mina Harker:
Eyes remained shut, Mina like a lot of the League's members had a demon within to battle. Jekyll has Hyde, Lupus has his Werewolf, Skinner is invisible, Sparrow his curse, and Mina is a Half Vampire. In truth she was the most dangerous, she could kill almost the whole League off in one night. If she got the faintest waft of blood, the woman risked falling into the lust for blood like a hunger creature of the night and wanting to quench the hunger. She waited until the young Mr. Sawyer had gotten the object out of the room and opened the window before turning around to face him," I'm fine. Thank you." She moved towards the window, fingers turning his collar back down gently, "There." A gentle smile, but it was obvious the woman's mind was turning, “We need to go pay Scotland Yard a visit." Mina turned away from the window and Tom going towards the coat rack and pinning her own hat upon her piled locks, which she had redone twice now and headed towards the door," I think they might have something they shall need our help with." How did she know this? Call it a hunch; call it a shot in the dark, "Have you ever heard of Jack the Ripper?" The large eerie light blue orbs looked upon the young man curiously," Because that letter is his sort of work, his style, what he does." A pause in her movements," We'll take the auto." The woman flirted just a bit by adding a wink at the end of her words.


Tom Sawyer:
Tom looked to mina "if we go to Scotland yard I would have to leave my guns in the auto" he muttered a tad bit nervously he didn't like being without his guns unlike most of the members he wasn't a swordsman though when he was younger his best friend had taught him how to throw a knife with deadly accuracy so he carried two knives beside his guns just incase "I think I heard Mister Skinner talking about that case....wasn't he the man who kills the...working ladies...maybe the officer in charge of the case would like to join us" he offered as he followed mina "think we should have some one else drive us my dear lady?" he asked jokingly as he climbed into the driver's seat the roof was up thanks to that fine English summer's day.....rain

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Dorian Gray:
Dorian Gray, the betrayer, the wolf.. had taken up residence within his old abode, the calming sounds of the dock drifting in the air as melody. And now the golden hues of the sun were fading against the horizon while he pulled on his jacket. There were things to be done, one could not simply lounge about and let things pass you by. Two day's prior he'd sent word in the form of a letter, sealed, to one Jack the Ripper. The man knew his way about things, he had watched and waited and for now it was to take a step. The letter had expressed a time and a meeting place, inside the darkness of the streets below and near the head quarters of the League, an area of which he'd used while still within his.. mortal age. The timing perfect. Members of the League would be gone attending business and he could not have planned it better. The black dress shoes moved over the ground setting a book back upon its shelf within his vast library before picking up the walking staff. The silver end tapped along the ground as he moved, as well up the stairs off into the growing night. Yet something had happen that had not been within his plans, it would however be taken care of in due time. Since his last meeting with the League, he'd not openly shown himself to them again. The first was almost a moment of his own enjoyment. To see the looks upon their faces, their calls, their hate. Black hair was becoming wet with the rain that was falling upon him as he walked, an umbrella taken from a coat rack had yet to be opened. For now it felt nice upon his flesh, with the cool of night starting. As it grew steadier the umbrella was opened and he moved along the cobblestones into the shadows.


Jack the Ripper:
221b Baker Street – I left - turned and headed toward the White Chapel district. I could smell the defecation left by the city’ horse drawn carriages and I half pondered with all the filth in London, why disease hadn’t consumed us all. ‘Revolting, simply revolting’ I amused to myself as I neared a safe haven of sorts. That self important Dorian Grey was asking for another meeting and although I myself oft wondered how he could stomach my company, I agreed. The green fairy of absinthe mixed with the deadly poison of laudanum still swirled in my head as I felt my gloved grip on the head of my cane drift like a leaf on the wind. I found myself thinking all sorts of auspicious daydreams. The sort of thing my mum would say was quite mad – ‘like how many fairies can dance on the head of a pin? Well I can only gather that it would depend on the tune…’ this made my mouth smile. I went on like this for a while and I was quite content with my thought that is until I was rudely ‘bumped’ by a passerby. “Cack-handed plonker!” I shouted showing off my two fingered salute. “Wot a lovely way you ‘ave of pissin one someone’s chips!” With a snarl of malcontent I was turning about and heading up the cobblestone path as I tipped my hat low... Oddly enough it seemed somewhat familiar. “Good evening,” I spoke to the rain soaked figure. My lips pursed a bit amused at the sight of this absurd image. “I see you’ve forgotten you’re umbrella. Care to step under mine?” The man I was talking to was of course Mr. Grey. I was on my way to meet him… But I think I mentioned that. Silly me... I tend to ramble, I oft wonder if it's aloud.


Mina Harker:
Mina was a nervous wreck really on the inside. However she never once faltered noticeably. Damn him. Somehow despite the recent events she did not allow them to get her down, she had always been a strong woman in the face of danger. But this danger, this danger was different and yet somehow remotely the same as the danger she faced that made her the woman, the monster she is now. Yes, she was comparing Dorian and Dracula. Why not? Both of them evil men, evil and cunning. Dracula had stayed down, Dorian had not hence why it was different this time. And now it seemed the infamous Jack the Ripper was taunting the League as well...or was it simply just another one of Mr. Gray's mind games? Time would tell indeed. Tom and Mina had left Dr Jekyll working on the package they had received earlier. Light clever blue eyes fell upon the building that house Scotland Yard," I know someone here, an old friend of my late Husband's. We can trust him." The Half Vampire slowly removed herself from the automobile, umbrella up," I detest English summers." Huffed the woman annoyed. And she was. In fact Mina's moods had been a little off and easily switched back and forth since well, His return. One moment anger, frustration and the next calmness and sarcasm. A right state that man had put her in indeed. Slender fingers wavered slightly as she gripped the skirts of her dress so they would not hinder her as she ascended the few steps into Scotland Yard's main HQ. A pause in her liquid movements," I shall do the talking. You just stand there and do what you do best Luv and look cute." A light flicker of a smile pressed across the properly rouged lips as she turned and stepped inside, closing her umbrella," 'Ello Missus 'ow can I 'elp ya?" Came the downtrodden accent of the man at the main desk," Yes. I must speak with Detective Abberline if you please." The man laughed and shook his head," Oy. He's not in taday Miss... fact he neva really comes in at oll." Mina frowned," I see. Thank you...wait." The man arched a brow," Wot' now eh?" She cleared her throat," Know of where I might find the good Detective then?" The man laughed," Good Detective? Ha! Where yo might find'im? Ha! Try any o'tha local pubs in London or whore houses or a gutter perhaps." He kept laughing until he was close to tears and choking. Mina rolled her eyes," Good Day." Came her tone in a dark huff as she flitted from the desk," Come Mr. Sawyer we are leaving." Behind the woman the over weight probably over paid as well guard kept having his good laugh. It took all the Half Vampire had from turning around and tearing his throat out. Back into the rain. The umbrella opened with a annoyed and overly quick whoosh as the door slammed behind her," Damn." And back down the steps she went.


Tom Sawyer:
He looked aghast at her comments but he didn't speak though he would have preferred to have the guard speak most likely using the butt of his revolver though that would accomplish nothing other then to have tom thrown into jail and wouldn't his employers love to see that in the paper 'American soy in prison for attacking a noble police officer with his gun' this thought made tom chuckle slightly as he once more climbed into the driver seat of the land sword "where to now Mina?" he asked quietly as he started the car and slowly started to drive off waiting for directions when he got back he would ask Nemo to help him build some thing of a surprise if it worked he would think of sending it to his superiors to use though he knew they would just make it public knowledge and what he wanted made had to remain a secret even to Mina.


Dorian Gray:
He was indeed a crafty man and used his cunning and knowledge of centuries to his advantages. It had been no different in this case, he'd only waited a moment upon the darkened street before the shadowed figure he'd written to met had arrived. Dark eye looked upon the shadow as it drew closer, knowing about each letter having been sent to the League. Dark and sinister, Dorian had little problem working with the likes of Jack the Ripper. "Eve'.." his dark toned voice pulled past his lips while he stepped forwards, "Punctual as usual, Jack." The patting of the rain upon the umbrella was almost calming soothing and he held little expression. "Walk with me.. I require the need of your services. And I expect your talents to be 'rendered' as well as the others had been. For this is the same." Form shifted slightly while he stopped a moment tapping the butt of his cane upon the ground before looking back towards the Ripper. "Although, this.. I want given an extra, feel." Words were fairly straight forwards, knowing full well the company he held would understand its meaning. "How ever. by means of not my own, we must retrieve something first. I doubt there will be little trouble." Movements continued as he rounded the corner, slicking back strands of ebony from his forehead. "The League is attending matters in correspondence with your letters. I do how ever not expect you to join with me as I enter. And from this point another meeting shall be in order. When the moon is at its fullest 'neath the bridge. Payment shall be the same as before." Form shifted and moved the corners of his lips pulled slightly into that of the likes of a smirk. "As I assume, you've no disagreement with this?" a hand pushed back his jacket partly while sliding into his pocket.

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Jack the Ripper:
Adjusting my tie, I let my eyes wander over the Immortal. He looked as I was always accustomed to seeing. Pinstriped suit with a matching waistcoat, the hint of metal from his pocket watch, and of course the ever permanent smirk that his mouth seemed to be unable to cease manufacturing. I myself was wearing similar attire. Although where Dorian was quite comfortable without a hat, ‘Lord only knows why’ I can barely picture myself taking a stroll at this hour without one. My head began to ache -“Camphorates infused with wormwood…” I gripped the bridge of by nose with my forefinger and thumb depressing the flesh hard until the ache passed long enough for me to sip a bit from my flask. “Indeed it does wonders for the mind… brings everything into perspective. Pardon the latency of my past digression. But of course, I don’t mind carving the lot. In fact, I’ve been enjoying my work so much at times I’ve been thinking I should be paying you.” A good chuckle was shared – at least in my head – “However, should you need assistance in this other matter I could lean my talents to aid in that aspect. How soon you forget how well the night and Jack gets along.” I could feel myself starting to shift a bit. Sure everyone has their Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass, but I try to keep my place when manners count. “Pardon my disregard toward proper etiquette Mr. Grey. All this talk about the job has me at a bit of an impasse.”


Mina Harker:
She sighed sitting back in the auto," I would suppose back to Headquarters. I shall call on Abberline tomorrow, evening is never a good time for him." Slender fingers drummed upon her bent knees as they drove, her mind wandered about frivolously. Could it be that the infamous Jack the Ripper was in league with Dorian? But what promise could the man get from such an alliance? Distraction. A brow arched," Hmm." Dorian was good, but Mina wasn't never far behind herself. There was always that slight chance she could be wrong, but there was also that slight chance she was completely right as well, and it would be the Immortal's style. Right up his alley as it were. Him playing the master and someone else the wolf. A chill ran up her spine. Dorian Gray and Jack the Ripper. Mina Harker: The woman could feel anger, but satisfaction arising within her form," Can this thing not go any quicker?" No one else was about at the Headquarters, and Dorian might return to pillage about for something he had left there. His picture. Soon the headquarters came into view. Once again the Half Vampire felt like a caged animal. Damn the rain. If it was not raining the top of the land sword's top would be down, she could have returned minutes ago, before Tom to the HQ. But now she had to wait. And then they were there," Stop here." But she waited not for him to stop. The door was thrown open and Mina felt the night open to her," Distraction." She hissed and once became a flight of bats, her form seeming to dissipate into the darkness and rain about her as she ascended skyward then towards her window, her always open window. Not her office, but her bedroom. She always left it open just enough for her to slip inside with ease. After all as a vampiric soul, Miss Harker often took nightly strolls whilst the rest slept and dreamed. Sometimes simply ignoring the lust only made things worse. Once inside her darkened room, the form of a woman took on once more. Tossing her hat to her bed she moved with quick and soundless footsteps towards the door which would open up to the hall. The door was shut without a hint of a click as careful footfalls carried the woman towards the front of the hallway which contains the rooms of the League members. Even before she had her encounter with Count Dracula, Mina had always been rather light upon her feet now however this ability was even more so easy to come by. The eye teeth had remained lengthened, her skin ghostly white. The light blue irises clouded by blood as then sharply took in the surroundings. The woman would wait, patience after all is a virtue. Overly keen senses could hear the slightest movements about the vast Home of the LXG, as she stood in the shadows at the top of the grand staircase.

Tom Sawyer:
as tom drove the car he looked to mina before she flew off he called after her "I left Nemo a note to put the picture where he could always watch mister gray" he said pulling the door behind her he went and parked the car in a specially built under ground garage shutting off the engine he hoped mina had heard his message as he walked towards the stair case the lead up to the library a book shelf moving backwards and tot he right 'heh just like in a story' he thought to himself as the shelf sealed behind him he went towards
)the stairs that lead to the rooms and offices of the league members each had their own office mina's being the largest his was rather small but it suited him just fine it also lead to his bedroom which was the only way in or out other then the window 'maybe I should have that bricked up' he thought dryly as he went up the stairs cautiously "mina?" he called softly a hand near his gun which was as usually loaded with tranqs the only kind he used while inside the HQ

Dr. Jekyll:
Mr. Hyde Jekyll was as always, in his room. He didn't venture out without good reason. And an evening stroll was hardly good reason. Jekyll didn't like being around people if he could help it. After all, if he wasn't around people, then he couldn't hurt them. Tonight, he wasn't tinkering, or bubbling up a new concoction on a chemistry set. Tonight he was reading. He was taking a break. Kind of. He was reading a book about the Mr. Hyde Legend of Count Dracula. It paid to know the people you were surrounded by. And Henry had been finding out everything he could about everyone. The oil in the lamp spluttered, momentarily casting light across the doctors face. He looked tired and harrowed. And far, far older than he really was. Sighing, he took his glasses off for a moment and rubbed his eyes. Charming person this Dracula. Mr. Hyde But then again, so was Miss Harker. Especially from a medical point of view. For decades, doctors had worked to come up with a medical term for the bloodlust vampires felt. Something to make them less terrorizing to humans. Now he knew that all their assessments were far from the truth. How could you put into words what he saw in Miss Harker’s eyes? He put his glasses back in place and continued reading. Mr. Hyde On his desk, were the letter and... remains that tom had given him. Charming boy there too. Of course, what could you expect from a cowboy. He was waiting for the agent to get back so he could inform him of his findings.


Cane Simons:
jumping off the trolley car as it rounds the corner and into the street before the meeting place for the LXG, Cain Simon Lupus or Cane S Lupus as people refer to him often, made his way to the building still wearing his uniform from he united states postal service. He smiled to himself as he thought he was gonna get bitten by a dog today, but instead the dog turned tail and ran a back alley and hid behind a pile of garbage. His leather shoes resounded off the cobblestone streets as he made his way across and into the main entrance. Taking his hat off to show the closely cropped locks of hair that shined red in the oil lantern's light on the street corner. " What a day..." Reaching into his pocket he pulled the whistle for dogs and gave it a slight blow. his nerves in his ears felt like they were getting lit on fire... Unlike before all this supernatural hocus pocus, when he was human he wasn't effected by this stuff, but now... it seemed to be on all the time, and it was quite annoying.. Honestly, you don't need to know that the female German shepherd two blocks and on the second floor is going into heat... Cain shivered slightly as he walked through the door, he noticed a series of scents, going and coming and going.... He smiled to himself as one seemed familiar, but also dangerous. That of Miss Harker, The Hickey Queen herself. Though he wouldn’t say it to her face. Taking the steps two and three at a time, Cain Made his way up fast, heading to the HQ Main room

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Dorian Gray:
The sly wolf had once more found himself within the Head Quarters of the League, as he'd said he would have returned. Taken hidden passages and secret doors once more he arrived within the offices to reclaim something of his that had not belonged there. Something he himself had not placed there. With the now assistance of the morbid, Jack the Ripper, things were smooth as of late. An allay was formed within the killer. Dressed as always in the aristocratic styled dapper gray pin striped suit he moved. Dark hair had been slicked back partly from his face as weight shifted upon black dress shoes tripped with white covers. With him however was a parcel, wrapped tightly within brown paper and string. Form cleared the distance between himself and his portrait a hand moving within his breast pocket to removed a glass vial. Inside crimson liquid ran against the glass. The top removed and the contents were tossed upon the canvas over the eyes of the picture, as the crimson ran down against it. "There we are.." he moved taking a smaller blade out removing the canvas from it frame and rolling it up. A dark smirk pulled upon his lips as he worked in silence. The League had been still out with their task at Scotland Yard, leaving him to his own devices. Fingers moved easily tacking a new canvas within the wooden frame before replacing it up next to the others. The corners of his lips pulled back darkly as he stepped backwards looking upon it. "Simply.. wonderful." he mused darkly while eyes scanned the new picture, rather artwork. It was not one painted with oils but of blood, and end trails among other such things within the human body. Organs still dripped, while the flesh was beginning to decompose upon the canvass. One of Jack's works of arts, he'd asked to have for his own purposes. And thus they were. With his portrait in hand he cleaned anything he'd left save the artwork and disappeared once more within the dark windings of tunnels and paths. Night had fallen upon London, shadowing it with is shroud of darkness. The click of his shoes along with his cane moved against the ground. Soon the League would have returned to find another surprise within their midst. He knew the League would have been weary of him, especially upon his return to the land of the living. The game had been set and he was moving his pawns as he saw fit, to serve his purposes. He had fulfilled his part with M to gain his painting back, and preferred to go to his own vices. During it he had his fill of violence, he'd even shed the blood of one of "M's" henchmen after he so rudely unloaded bullets into his chest and ruined a perfectly good suit. Tipping his hat slightly he stopped upon the corner a few women shabbily dressed, with corsets and petticoats moved around him. Too much rouge upon their cheeks and shadow upon their eyelids. Slender lips pursed for a moment as a fingertip was dragged against the trimmed tuff of hair below his lip. "Oh…your so tall.." he stood still for a moment while other calls were given him and form shifted. Eyes having scanned over each woman near him before his lips pulled once more to that cunning and seductive smirk. And he took one of the whores by her wrist, one that would suit his needs. "You.." his breath pulled. "..I will acquire your…services." The other women seemed disappointed but moved away giving cat calls to other men passing by the alley and corner. The red-headed whore pressed against his arm moving her fingernails against the back of his neck. "So where we goin'?" her voice was almost shrill and high pitched. "You will see m'dear, soon enough.." she giggled and latched an arm about his "..the bedroom I 'ope." Dorian only smirked, as the walked heading towards a building. An older flat upon the top floor awaiting his arrival.


Jack the Ripper:
He brought her, just as I instructed. Tipping my hat I took the young lady into my safe keeping. “Now hold very… very still. I have to capture your beauty for my next piece. My darling I will make you’re name go down in history. What is your name? Oh it really doesn’t matter does it?” I slashed out with a flash if silver bisecting her throat with a grandiose talent. Alas!- As I sought to complete the night’s work I found myself breathing a bit too loud, in my ears it was a deafening roar of wind escaping my lungs and lips. The launching of a great experiment gone hideously awry yet somehow in its competition a wonderful craft of unexpected pleasure! I heard a groan- mayhap it was the floorboards beneath my feet? Or was it the sound one hears as another passes the mortal coil of life onto the realm of death and beyond? A devil’s work one might say I was performing, but to my likes this was art at its perfection. How quickly my knife cut though her face. It made my thoughts turn to Shakespeare. Was I perhaps cutting off her nose to spite her face? This made me smirk indeed and I threw back my head and nearly laughed… seeing her try to scream with her throat cut ear to ear, now –that- was indeed amusement! It was the steady even sawing of my blade that focused my intentions for the time, honing my thoughts into a singular purpose. “Dorian, would you be a dear and arrange the canvas?” I peered up from my work... and found I had nearly soiled my shiny new boots, now that would have been a shame.


-Jack