Haven't done one of these in a while so bare with me. Most characters are based on characters from Ripper Street except I do however own Daisy! Most of the events are loosely based around the TV drama in some format- Clare
Chapter 1- I Am Not The Ripper You Seek
From the moment he set eyes on her she fascinated him. He watched her bustling about in her skirts and apron.
She was a barmaid and worked at the local pub, The Brown Bear.
He was the new American copper on the beat in Whitechapel, hired by one Edmund Reid of the H Division. He was a former Pinkerton in America and army surgeon, who had seen his fair share of 'action' in more ways than one.
He laughed to himself and lit up a cigarette, taking a match from a book he carried in his waistcoat pocket. He pulled out his pocket watch and flicked it open. 18:30pm. Just about suppertime.
'Scuse me darling,' he managed to catch the pretty blonde barmaid as she bustled around clearing tankards from drunken louts tables.
She spun around, splashing some leftover dregs onto his lap. 'Oh I'm so sorry Sir, lemme get ya a cloth," she apologised, flustered. She rushed over to the bar, depositing the empty vessels and hurried back with a cloth.
'S'all right, not be the first time it's happened." He winked at her, causing her to flush as she dabbed profusely at the front of his waistcoat. She handed the cloth to him.
'What can I do ye for?' She enquired remembering the original request.
'I was wonderin' if ya may spare me sometime in creatin' some kind of morsel for my supper?"
She smiled a kind smile at him. "I would think that should be possible."
"Cheers darlin'" He took a drag of his cigarette and exhale the smoke away from her.
"I shall see what cook can come up with for ye."
Daisy had only been working at Mr Singleton's pub for about four months. She had seen and dealt with more in those four months, than she had in her 25 years in that pub.
Her mother had died when she was younger, giving birth to a sibling and her father had thrown her out of the house unable to look after her any longer and sent her looking for work, where she had found herself in the East End of London working in The Brown Bear.
The pub was a regular hangout for the off-duty policemen who worked the area and the regular drunks that every area had. But she had never seen this gentleman before, with his quirky accent and mannerisms. He intrigued her, with his smouldering eyes and flirtatious actions.
She went to the kitchen behind the bar and had a word with cook, before returning back out front.
Suddenly the door bust open and rickershayed back off the walls. The pub went silent, except for the odd drunk muttering to themselves in the corner. A tall, lanky man in a bowler hat strode into the pub.
"SINGLETON!" He bellowed and walked over to the bar.
Daisy noticed that his hands were covered in miniature what looked to be, picture cards.
'Wench! Get me ye master!" He demanded to a small, feeble looking girl, who was shacking at the sight of him from behind the countertop. He took the bowl of his pipe in his hand and pulled it away from his mouth. "NOW!" he bellowed once more. Pipe smoke pouring from his mouth and nostrils.
The girl instantly fainted.
Daisy decided to take it upon herself to sort things out. "May I help ye Sir?' She questioned, wringing the cloth she had between her hands.
He looked her up and down. "Get me Singleton would ye?" He questioned her coldly.
'He's tied up right now."
"Well UNTIE him then." He told her slowly leaning into her.
"No can do." Daisy put her hands on her hips and stood up to him. She could feel a thousand pairs of eyes on her.
"I don't think ya want to mess with me miss."
She could see his eyes glowing furiously.
'So go and fetch your boss for me, like a good girl." He patted her on the cheek patronisingly.
Suddenly, without warning, she reached out and grabbed between his legs and squeezed tightly.
He doubled up and dropped his pipe on the floor with a clatter, spilling smouldering ash onto the wooden floor of the pub.
"THAT'S for calling me a girl." She told him in a low voice through gritted teeth. Then she stomped on one of his feet with her tiny hobnailed boot.
He managed to mask a yelp.
"And THAT'S for tryna boss me about!" She yelled at him.
"BITCH!" The man yelled out at her and made to grab her throat.
Jackson flew from his chair at this point and rushed over to her aid. So far until this point he had been very impressed in the way, which she was able to handle herself
Holding her behind himself with one hand he drew a small revolver from the inside of his waistcoat.
"Be gone with ye Carmichael, there's a cell down the station with your name on it, waiting." He threatened.
Daisy saw this man she now knew as Carmichael, sneer at the other man 'Jackson'. She saw he had a tooth missing and a gold one next to it.
"I'll be back tomorrow whore, so you BETTER tell Singleton I'll be waiting for the money he owes me, plus 10%." He snarled at Daisy.
The pub and Daisy watched Carmichael hobble out.
Bear with me. As you all know, things have to get going. May put up Chapter 2 as well if you're all lucky ;)