The Devil You Know (editing)

prologue

Present day

My name is one that you don't know, yet I'm in almost every book ever written about murder. I'm the original serial killer. I practically invented the word.

I'm Elizabet Addington but you may know me by the name Jack the Ripper

Most people have heard of me at least once in their lives. I'm known to some as the puzzle that was never solved, unmatched in brutality and I am still the mystery even to this day.
Some have speculated about what happened and most think it was a man, honestly that fact irritates me more then anything else. A woman can commit a murder just as well as a man and in my case even better. 5 bodies of prostitutes were mangled by me in ways that you could only describe as gruesome. But the reason why had nothing to do with me being vicious, it had to do with the fact that I was drunk and I got mad. i know what you're thinking, Jack the ripper was a man, i couldn't possibly be him.

That my friends is the very reason i was never caught. they never even considered that little vicious jack could be a woman.

And that was their fatal mistake.

Surprisingly that wasn't the most interesting part of my life. I grew up in this little town that was one of the first settlements in the america's. It was nothing big and fancy just a dozen or so huts, a field big enough to sustain the 200 or so town folk, a barn to hold livestock and well that sat in the middle of the town. As a kid I remember running around that well playing tag with my little sister and friends. no one knows of this town, not even history professors, the town didn't last longer than a year. it fell not to sickness or famine but Because They were killed.

Every last one of them and my sister, my dear precious sister was the one who decided they must die. You see We Addington's have magic. But not the good type of magic that you see in fairy tales. We have the type of magic that comes with horrible consequences. Our magic has a price, and my little sister had to pay. On the very first day I chose to use magic, I sealed our fates. I chose to use my powers for good and she in turn became wicked.

Lilith might have been evil but that is nothing compared to what our mother did to me. Trapping me in a body that doesn't die, doesn't age and the only thing that satisfies it, is blood. You see that's how I was so vicious, in my murder spree in the 19th century. I had craved their blood with every cell of my being I had to have it, and I did. Every last drop.

I have lived a long life and did some horrible things. I have faced down the devil and made him run in the opposite direction with a single smile and yet to this day nothing has scared me more than the look in her eyes as she burned hundreds of people to the ground.