A Tale of Blood (A Jack the Ripper fanfic)

Introduction

Hello, pleasure to meet you. My name is Jack. Considering that you're reading this book, you probably have seen the title, so you probably know who I am, and what I've done. If you don't know, then here:

According to the newspapers and the police, I killed five women. According to me, it was many many more. Those ones that were found were simply me being careless and nearly getting caught, therefore having to flee the scene of the crime. 

I'm quite famous. I'm a mystery. I was famous as a murderer, and famous in my other "normal" life. Everybody knew me. Many people adored me; although some were quite jealous of my riches. But, what can I say? I earned it all. My work in the newspaper and as a surgeon earned me quite a lot of cash... I do believe I'm getting ahead of myself.

If you were to look me up, you'll find letters from me. Yes, I actually did write them - in a drunken state. Most of it was just crap I came up with on the spot to help save myself. Now, this is all probably very confusing to you. It would probably be better if I just started from the very beginning...