Ah, the 1920s. There were several good things about this time, but then, there was the Ripper. The one who had no feelings for their victims, the bodies laying in the cobblestone streets.
Ladies in flapper dresses and skirts decorated the streets of Arche. One girl in particular, around the age of seventeen, wandered the deserted road, looking for the solution to her case. For two years, she'd been studying the Ripper that had taken the lives of over a hundred people, both young and old. His latest victim, a female in her early twenties, throat ripped out and guts splayed out along the sidewalk which led to another body just inches away, tucked in a trashcan. This was a male with brown hair, which was a disheveled mess, and his eyes were missing. What was this Ripper trying to achieve? He'd sure caught the detective's eye.
"Any news, Hogsworth?" The young detective questions the bodyguard.
"None, Detective Evelyn."
"What are his motives?" She angrily scratches at her head, strings of her pale red hair falling into her hands. "I've been looking for ages and I still can't find anything."
"Maybe instead of sitting here, you should go out and find him."
"But it's nearly midnight."
"And he will probably be out and about looking for his next victim. I'm not exactly one for being eaten."
"Take the taser. It'll keep him down for at least five or ten minutes."
"Thanks, Officer Hogsworth."
The first female detective pushes the wooden door to the police station open and scours the alleys for signs of movement. Something whooshes past her and she's slammed into the brick wall, opposite of the station. The Ripper stood in front of her, his eyes red and teeth as sharp as knives. He grabs her hand and his tongue trails along the veins. "You taste scrumptious. Too bad David wants your head, otherwise I'd spare you and keep you myself."
"Why are you killing random people?" She points her gun at the vampire.
"I'm the Ripper, dear. It's my job. Now stay quiet, or I may have to slit your throat."
"Like your other victims?"
"That was an accident."
"Sure it was. Never trust a vampire." She mumbles.
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The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Book 2)
FanfictionI have to make a new book just because my other one ran out of room. The first book is 200 parts. Let's see if we can get this one popular too. Requests are open! I will do smut now.
