Hogwarts (Challenges and Assignments), Assignment 5.
Muggle History: Terrible Muggles In History — extra credit task — Jack the Ripper — write a Jack the Ripper!AU for a canon character
HPFC, Ultimate Writer challenge.
Write 3 AUs of your choice — 1/3
He draws the knife across her neck. She is still, face pale from lack of blood. Most of it has already seeped out from her many incisions across her body. But still more bubbles up from the long, deep cut horizontally slit across her milky throat. He can see it in the dim light from across the street, crimson and shiny and so very tempting, against her pale skin.
He leans down and licks the blood. The familiar coppery taste fills his mouth and he drags his tongue through the open wound. The girl — for she is still a girl — twitches and tries to moan through her mutilated throat. Her blood may be filthy, he muses, a sinister grin curling his lips, but by Merlin, she tastes good.
He extends his fingernails — specially made sharp, long iron claws — and traces the cool metal down her cheek. She is a brunette, a Mudblood — a girl who had made her living on the streets as a prostitute. She is pretty enough, but the Purebloods — the royalty of the city — only use filthy Mudbloods as their mistresses. He has no use for sluts.
Only blood.
No one suspects him. No one would ever suspect him — he is too rich, too well-known.
And that is what makes it so much easier to torture, to inflict pain on lesser beings. Everyone is beneath him.
They must die.
He will murder the Mudblood girls, one by one, and watch in amusement as their families mourn them. He will rule the city his way, and he will kill those who do not agree with his views.
He will reign freely.
He drags the girl's body by her ankles to a dark alley, one where his victims have never been found before, and places her body in such a position that, if not for her broken limbs and slit throat and bloody face, she will appear to be sleeping.
He admires his handiwork, then throws back his head, hair shining silver in the moonlight, and laughs, a mad sound full of evil and dark humor and bloodshed.
The memories of his victims' bodies haunt him, but their voices whisper in his mind and encourage him.
Go forth, they say. Make a name for yourself. They will not forget you!
He laughs into the silent night, watching the blood trickle down the side of the girl's throat.
The next morning, the paper reads "Jack the Ripper has struck again!"
The voices murmur to him: You will never be forgotten.
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