So yeah, something a bit different and weird. Inspired by something I saw on Tumblr. I'm going to bring in all the characters from both Stokely and Garside. I hope you like it!

Chapter 1

"STOP!" At Erin's shout, the darkly cloaked figure lifted their head, eyes gleamed red in the soft glow of the gas lamps. A flash of silver caught the light as a sharp knife glided back into the folds of their costume. By the time, Erin reached the woman's lifeless body it was too late. The creature had disappeared into the yellow fog which always lingered in the streets of Whitechapel. Blood was steadily creeping over the filthy stones of the street. As Erin doubled up, panting for breath, a sharp stabbing pain in her side warned her that she was getting out of shape. The heavy thud of boots and the rasping of another person's breath let her know that another slayer had arrived.

"You shouldn't have gone ahead!"

Inwardly, Erin groaned at the sound of Jonathan's voice. Slowly, she straightened up and looked her fiancé in the eye. "I'm fine!"

Jonathan reached forward to brush a lock of hair away from her face. "I worry." His dark eyes were filled with concern and love.

It made Erin breathless. But for all the wrong reasons. She felt trapped when he looked at her like that. Trapped because he loved her so much and she just couldn't feel that way about him. Jonathan was like a brother to her. She desperately wished that she could somehow change the way she felt towards him. Jonathan was such a good man, kind, honourable and best of all he understood what it meant to be a slayer. Which was exactly why he deserved better than her. He deserved a wife who would wait patiently at home for him, who would have the tea ready and waiting, who felt something other than friendship when he touched her.

"Like I said I'm fine." She poked the dead body with her foot. "Unlike this poor soul. Another victim for Jack." Her voice was filled with bitterness. Out of anyone in the Guild, Erin Noble understood what it meant to lose someone to the supernatural.

Jonathan grimaced with disgust. "I wish you wouldn't use that name," he said reprovingly. "It's just a cheap gimmick made up by the papers to sell more copies." He fished out a pocket watch from his jacket. "You had better get back. We're having dinner with the Branaghs this evening and you take considerably longer than me to get ready." He gave her a cheeky grin. He knew how much she hated dinner parties. All the polite conversation, rich food and restrictive social conventions drove her insane. Not to mention having to squeeze herself into whatever ridiculous and painful costume counted as fashion these days.

"The peelers will be here any minute," Erin pointed out. She knew she sounded peevish but she couldn't help herself. Sometimes, her jealousy got the better of her. She envied her fiancé's freedom. He was an ambitious, young slayer with a bright future ahead of him. All she had to look forward to was bearing children and keeping a tidy household.

"I can deal with them." Jonathan returned the pocket watch to his coat. He leant forward and brushed his lips against her cheek. "Keep safe."

Erin regarded herself carefully in the mirror before entering the dining room. The dark blue of her evening gown contrasted beautifully with her smooth creamy skin and sleek blonde hair. It wasn't a conventional colour for a young woman to wear but Erin knew what suited her best. It was dinner parties like this that made her truly grateful she had Jonathan for a fiancée. No doubt Ian and Paul would slobbering over her as usual. Erin wasn't being vain; she knew perfectly well that Ian and Paul reacted that way to any young lady sat at their table. That's what made it so grating. It wasn't as if Paul or Ian actually liked her for who she was. They liked her because she was a pretty ornament.

Dinner proceeded as usual. Ian and Paul tried to outdo each other with increasingly extravagant compliments. Mina and Elizabeth were engrossed in a conversation about their latest charitable endeavour. Mr Van Helsing and Mr Branagh speaking amongst themselves in hushed tones. Erin suspected that they were discussing the latest news on Jack the Ripper's latest victim. If only the pompous Mr Branagh knew the truth; that the youngest woman sitting at his table, daintily sipping her wine had been chasing that very same murderer just a few hours ago. He would probably implode with shock and moral outrage. Particularly if he knew that she had been wearing trousers.

The thought made her giggle and she almost choked on her wine. Ian and Paul were instantly all over her. She was pretty sure that Paul's hand had just deliberately brushed over her breast. "I'm perfectly dry, thank you!" she said through gritted teeth.

A cold gust of air rushed into the room as the door swung open. Erin felt a shiver go right through her body. It was as if someone had walked over her grave. "Elizabeth," a voice cried out, arrogance and breeding seeping into every vowel, "My most humble and sincere apologies for being late." The man swept into the room with almost unnatural speed, his dark hair flowing freely around his shoulder. He lifted Elizabeth's hand to his mouth and kissed it theatrically.

Elizabeth seemed entranced. "Oh, not at all!" She gestured towards the empty dishes dispersed across the table. "I'm afraid we've almost finished."

"I hope we are in time for dessert." Erin's head snapped around in the direction of the voice. A younger man was lounging against the doorframe in a most disreputable fashion. His blue-green eyes met Erin's and she felt a jolt of electricity. "I can never resist anything sweet."

Thanks for reading.