One More To Go
Rated: R
Warning: Gore, violence and bad language
Disclaimer: Alan Moore owns the comic and 20th Century Fox owns the movie
Summary: Sort of an AU story. What if Abberline's wife had died given birth to a daughter? I'm making Abberline thirty-five; his daughter is 15, so his wife had been dead a long time before the Jack the Ripper case. Takes place during the murders.
One More To Go
Grace Abberline read today's newspaper. She was filled with horror. Jack the Ripper had claimed his second victim. She prayed that her father would be kept safe while investigating this case. She hoped it wouldn't damage him anymore.
Her father lay on the bed; with a vacant look in his eyes. He had probably drunk his daily glass of absinthe again. Was he still smoking opium again, she wondered?
"Daddy, will you catch this madman?" she asked.
"Yes, sweetheart, I'll catch him", he replied.
"Do you dream about him?"
"I see the murders, but not him."
"I pray every night that you will catch him."
Abberline smiled. His daughter was the only sane thing he had in his life.
"What about the red-head, Mary Kelly, is it?" she asked.
"How do you know about her?"
"Godley."
"Of course. She's just an informant and a good friend right now. Nothing more."
"But you want her to be?"
"Grace, I already have one special girl in my life. I don't need another one," he replied.
"I'm going out for awhile, we need food," she said.
"Keep safe," he warned.
She rolled her eyes.
"I'm serious."
"I know, daddy, I know."
She kissed him goodbye and walked out into the streets. She walked past the Church and said a prayer. Sir William Gull watched her with fascination. She may not have been a whore, but killing her would be thrilling.
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A few nights later, after the fourth victim, William decided Grace would be next. Her father was getting to close to figuring out the case. Killing his daughter would be a nice present.
"Grace, I don't want you going out tonight," Abberline said to his daughter.
"Daddy, you are being ridiculous. Nothing is going to happen to me," she whined.
"You aren't going out. It's not safe."
"You aren't the safe, either."
"What?"
"This case is driving you insane. You are in love with that whore and you are drifting farther away."
He slapped her hard against the cheek.
"Don't you call her a whore," he said.
Grace fumed with anger. She ran out the door, her dark hair swinging behind her.
"Grace!" he yelled, running after her.
Tears stung at her eyes. How could her? Fucking bastard. Suddenly, out of know where two strong hands grabbed her.
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