During the midst of the night, you heard subtle scratches on one of the windows in your room. Your eyes were groggy and the lamps had died out, and you could have sworn you saw a shadow outside. You let it go and went back to sleep, and then you heard the window being unlocked and lifted up. You sat up quickly from your bed and tuned in ome of the oil lamps. That was when you saw her, a young woman around your age with dark locks of hair pinned up and her hazel eyes stared at you for a second.
"And.... who are you?"
Her voice was sharp and cold, like you could feel the ice against your skin. She noticed that your clothing were torn up a bit, and deffinatley not from this time. You were able to get up the courage to speak.
"I-I am... uh... Andrew's significant other... he invited me to stay here until my parents got seperated. Are...are you his sister?"
You asked, your fingers trembled on the sheets as she glared at you. Your natural accent helped you a lot this time, since you were British.
"Oh, really? How do I know you didn't just sneak in like I just did? You obviously don't look like you are from this time. Who are you... really."
"I told you who I am... but my name is [Y/N]..... I am from London, England.... I was visiting East End Whitechapel recently and met Andrew.... he told me to stay here... and my late sister made me these clothes... she wasn't the best at it..."
The girl sighed and then put her hand out, she acted like a man.
"My name is Margaret, Margaret Rose. I am Andrew's younger sister. Can you promise me not to tell anyone that you saw me here? If they ask where I was, tell them I was in my room. Okay?"
"Yeah, sure. Just.... okay.... have a good night, Margaret."
"Just call me Mary. It's short and sweet."
"Okay, night Mary."
With that, Mary/Margaret snuck out through the room into the hallway and disappeared from your view. You sighed and let the oil lamp doe out again and you rested your head against the pillow.
What have I done.... I created a life of lies.... and now I am in a murderers home....
You thought as you closed your eyes. What you didn't know was that it was three hours till dawn. As the sun started to rise, you heard maids and butlers preparing breakfast in the next room. The smell of fresh Earl Gray tea filled your senses as you woke up, groggy-eyed. You pushed your hair back and rubbed your eyes, sunlight beams starting to drift through the curtains. You turned your head to the table where you left your robe and saw Mary sitting in the chair pouring your tea.
".....Mary? What're you doing up so early?"
Mary turned her head to look at you and smiled. She wore a red Chinese silk nightgown with a light blue robe over it.
"Morning, [Y/N]. Do you like your tea with liquid sugar or sugar cubes?"
"Uhm.... sugar cubes, please."
"One or two?"
"One only.... but why are you up so early?"
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His Secrets
RomanceEver wondered what was going on in a murderer's mind while he stalked his prey? Well this is just that information for you, except I will be placing you around this man as a witness. His name is Jack.... The Ripper. [This is meant to be read by a fe...
