Finally I have managed to finish the first chapter for this, the sequel to "The Servant". Really more of a prologue, since really this chapter is just here to get everyone in one place and to kill off the first Whitechapel victim. This story is based around the Jack the Ripper murders and all that fun stuff. Kiri is back. Nikola is back. This story is going to be rather angsty because of reasons, but we all know how it'll end (assuming we've all seen the show). Annnyway, enjoy. I'll try to have another chapter within the next couple of days, but we'll have to see.

PS - Special thanks to Sparky She-Demon, because in all honesty without her pushing this probably would've taken me another month to finish.

PPS - I meant for this to go up last night, but then fanfiction was like "lol nope"

Disclaimer: Really not mine. Only Kiri is. She does slave labor in my basement.

The Killer

It was almost two in the morning in June when Nikola Tesla's boat pulled into the dock in London. They had been scheduled to arrive at eight the night before, but a storm at sea had caused major delays. Even so, he could see Helen Magnus, John Druitt, James Watson, and Nigel Griffin were standing a short distance away, searching the faces of the people lining the side of the boat. Nikola was not in that crowd, however. He was in his room, making sure he looked as clean as possible. He was wearing his one nice suit, and he had left it hanging in the closet for the entire trip to keep it from getting dirty. The older suit he'd been wearing for most of the trip had obvious salt lines on it as a result of the storm waves. Once the ship stopped moving, Nikola picked up the single small suitcase he had with him and joined the line of people leaving. As soon as he was on solid ground, he heaved a sigh of relief, glad to be off the ship. Before he could truly get his bearings, something ran into him from the front, wrapping him in a tight hug.

"Niko, you're back!" Helen exclaimed as she pressed herself against him. Nikola chuckled as he returned the embrace. As they pulled apart, the other three walked over, each shaking hands with Nikola.

"How is New York?" James questioned curiously. "We heard things have been rather difficult."

"Things are beginning to look up," responded Nikola, smirking.

"We always knew they would," Helen remarked, smiling. The group left the docks, heading back to the Magnus mansion, which Gregory had offered up for them to use as long as Nikola was in town, which would be around a year. He would actually be traveling around Europe, but he wanted to have somewhere to stay that was closer than New York. During his first few days there, he spent most of his time in the lab Helen had offered him, setting up the experiments he had brought with him.

A week after Nikola had returned, the five scientists were sitting in the living room, drinking wine, talking, and listening to the summer storm outside. Suddenly the doorbell rang, and they turned towards the door into the foyer as a flurry of activity could be heard by the front door. The door opened, and a very wet, tired Kiri stood there, her dress dripping water onto the floor.

"This storm is biblical," she remarked, smiling at the others. Nikola and Helen both stood, surprise on their faces.

"Sestrice, what are you doing here?" Nikola questioned, walking over to her. Kiri glanced up at him before looking back down at where she was attempting to unlace her shoes with numb fingers.

"I was in France when an old ship captain friend of mine told me that you'd sailed with him here. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see everyone," she replied, grinning up at them again. Nikola bent down to help Kiri with her shoes.

"And you decided it was a good idea to walk here from the train station in a storm?" Helen demanded, grabbing a blanket to wrap around the girl. Kiri smiled at her gratefully.

"I didn't have any opportunity to tell you I was coming, and I don't have any money for an inn," she responded defensively, pulling the blanket more tightly around herself. Helen placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Come with me, you need to change into something dry," she offered, walking into the hallway. Kiri followed, throwing a smile over her shoulder at the boys. Helen led the way up to her bedroom, where she gave Kiri a new dress to wear. Helen was tying the last knot for Kiri when there was a knock on the door. Helen opened the door to reveal Nikola, who smirked.

"Why Helen, inviting me into your room already?" he questioned, cocking an eyebrow. Helen gave him a strange look as she passed him.

"You've changed, Niko," she stated, furrowing her brow.

"It's been ten years, Helen. A lot has happened in that time." Nikola turned and walked through the open door, where Kiri was watching curiously. He immediately enfolded her into a tight hug. She instantly returned the hug, a look of confusion on her face.

"Nika, is something wrong?" she inquired, pulling back slightly.

"Where have you been? There were times I needed you," Nikola responded, tightening his hold. Kiri stood on her toes and pecked his cheek lightly.

"I am so, so sorry," she whispered. "I wanted to be there, I honestly did. But I also honestly believe that things will be better for you now. It's already starting to look better, right?"

"Yes. Westinghouse is a godsend." Nikola pulled away, a sudden grin on his face. "I think I might finally be becoming successful." Kiri grinned as well, her eyes shining.

"That's good to hear. I'm proud of you, even if the rest of the world can't see how great you are yet." Kiri reached out and lightly pushed Nikola. The vampire searched Kiri's face for a moment before sighing in exasperation.

"You haven't been taking care of yourself very well, have you? You look exhausted," he remarked. Kiri rolled her eyes.

"You're not exactly one to talk," she countered, grinning. "But you're right, I'm exhausted. Do you know if my old room is free?"

"As far as I know. Helen seems to have kept all of our rooms open." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her to the bedroom opposite Helen's, which did indeed seem to be open. One of Kiri's books was even still sitting on the bedside table. Kiri crawled into the bed and under the quilt. Nikola kissed her temple gently before turning to leave.

"Good night, Nika," Kiri called.

"Laku noć," Nikola replied as he closed the door. He didn't bother going downstairs, instead returning to his own room, where he spent most of the night planning and designing a new invention.

That night a woman was murdered in Whitechapel.

Laku noć - Good Night