A/N: What to say? Another story begun, I was inspired when I was in England and the idea has been baking away for quite some time now, I'm just pulling together all of the random chapters and ideas I have now...Plus I have a ton of studying to do for finals (bad me for posting this instead of that...but I just had to!)

I wasn't sure where to start this story off, I had so many openings, but I figured I'd start with the first big scene...then work out the plot, so I hope you enjoy the blood and gore!

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or its characters; I also do not own the bar "Charlie's Dead" or its sweet drink names, I do not own London or Japan or even a petticoat, but I do own the sad "red shirts" of this first chappy, Cheers! (If you just got that joke, I love you!)

Please read & review!


Ripper
Chapter One - Charlie's Dead

London, England; 'Charlie's Dead' Cocktail Bar & Restaurant

March, 1:25am

Keith sat at the bar, miserably watching his long-time crush a few seats over talking with her friends.

"Um, send Annette a 'Petticoat Lane' and I'll take another 'Jack the Sipper,' thanks Andrew." Keith groaned inwardly at the awful names the bar had come up with for the drinks, but he loved it. He couldn't help but love the area, its history and the gory legends that came with the heritage. The regular tipped the bar tender generously, hoping this small amount of goodness would come back in the form of good karma and luck. The brunette smiled at him a few minutes later when she received her free drink, and raised her strawberry concoction in a 'cheers' gesture. She beckoned him over with a wave of her head and he complied.

"Hey Keith, thanks for the drink." Keith's face went dangerously red, his eyes downcast as he shyly sipped his serial killer beverage.

"Yeah, it's no problem, love." He replied after a minute, she laughed at him, but not unkindly. The atmosphere was comfortable and the two 'nonversed' for a while before Netty looked down at her watch.

"Damn, it's almost two, I've gotta catch the tube. Next time, Keith, come sit with me sooner, then we can have a chat before I have to leave. Thanks for the drink again." The girl threw on a long black jacket, hiding away her simple black dress and tights. She pecked each of her friend's cheeks before wishing them a goodnight, and on her way out she pecked one on Keith's already red cheeks.

"Night 'Netty!" Andrew called as the girl left the club, shaking her head and grinning at her own daring. Andrew turned back to his other regular and friend.

"You should've walked her to the tube, you know." Keith nodded feebly, unable to talk. He heard a grumble from Annette's group of friends and turned to see that Louise, a petite black woman, was holding up Annette's sparkly black scarf.

"Damn, Netty left her scarf again. I swear if that girl didn't have her head attached she'd lose it!" Louise shook her curly black hair and smiled at Keith. Louise nodded knowingly at him, "Go on, if you hurry up you might catch her before it's too late." Keith smiled kindly at the woman and made a dash for his coat and the door. He waved goodbye to his group of friends and to Andrew before making his way out. Maybe tonight was his lucky night, his good karma finally coming back to him...


The night air was cold and made Keith sober up almost immediately, as did the short scream he heard coming from the parking lot across the street and down a bit.

"Netty! Is that you?" He called out uncertainly as he sped up his pace, making his way nervously towards the noise. There was no answer, "Annette, I have your scarf. Is that you?" Keith was nervous, this area was usually safe enough, but he'd been mugged before and he did not want a repeat experience. Turning away he decided to check the street for Netty before going to the tube, 'Maybe tonight isn't my lucky night' he thought miserably.

"Oh wait!" He pulled out his cell phone and dialled Annette's number, 'Such a moron sometimes, Keith...damn' he thought with a chuckle as the number rang through a couple times, a sudden chiming at his feet caused him to jump a foot in the air. "Annette?" he called out hesitantly, "Where are you?" he picked up the phone off the gravel ground. The screen was cracked and dirty. A low moan sent shivers down his back, 'A ghost? One of Jack the Ripper's victims come back from the grave?' the drinks he drank that night were making his thoughts slow and ridiculous. Obviously Annette had dropped her phone on her way to the tube, but what was that noise then? Slowly, Keith made his way deeper into the darkness. He was unawares of the soft whining noise that was coming out of his throat.

"'Netty?" he whispered softly into the dark, terrible noises, worse than silence answered back.

Riiiipppppp, crrrack! AHCK! Unnnggghh!

"Hello, whose there? Is that you Annette, a-are you okay?"

"Ahahah, she's bleeding quite a bit, isn't she Kindda? Oh look, she brought a little friend for us...wasn't that nice of her?"

"Ruun-ungh!" Glowing red eyes could be seen in the dark, and suddenly the body of Annette could also be seen. A torch now lit the scene of the crime, highlighting every gruesome detail and casting mysterious shadows throughout the place. The next few moments of life would change Keith's world for the worst...The young brunette's body was almost completely ruined; dress in shreds, skin bleeding and coming off, bits of her body coming out of large gashes. These horrific details were not lost on Keith, he could taste the stomach bile coming up his throat the minute he saw her, his body collapsing and throwing up violently on the ground. But what really got him was how she was spinning in the air, as if some invisible monster was holding her up and next to her was a man...a man with red eyes and dark-

Scribble, scratch, scratch, scribble-scratch...

Keith's mind went blank, his eyes taking in all of the details except for what the man beside him looked like. For once in his life, Keith was able to remember all things as if he had a photographic memory; Annette was still breathing, but she was close to death, so close.

A voice in the night told him so, told him that he was enjoying her last moments and that he hoped Keith was as well. Keith nodded mechanically, lost in a daze. Annette had looked at him briefly before finally losing herself, her eyes were shining with tears.

Her face was dirty; covered in blood, snot and dirt. She whispered out a final 'Please' before the light in her eyes finally died out, her soul finally leaving her ruined shell.

He watched the body being spun around, her head being snapped back and held in place by a large, invisible claw. "Oh look, she's dead, Kindda."

A snort of laughter as a long line was drawn from navel to neck, warm blood pouring from the wound. Bits and pieces pulled out as quiet laughter filled the echoing carven. Keith could taste the iron and salt in the air, he could hear the blood pouring out from the young woman he used to know, but he could do nothing about it. He sat staring up as the body become something unrecognizable...

Keith looked on until he heard the voice leaving, the torch that had been lit was taken by him, that voice...

He didn't move until he was sure the man was gone, and then he got up and walked towards Annette.

He knew what he needed to do, reaching forward he delved into the body and then got to work...


-Japan, the next night-

"Light-kun, I'd appreciate it if you'd desist with the fidgeting." Light sighed and shot a glare over his shoulder at the detective.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if you'd just close that damn laptop and let me get some decent sleep for once." The detective snorted and continued to type away at his portable computer.

"I need my laptop so I can catch, Kira. If Light-kun would only confess then I would be able-"Hah, yeah. Cause a good nights worth of sleep is worth wrongly confessing to being a murderer, no thanks."

L sighed, "It wouldn't be wrongly confessing, you are or more likely were Kira, Light-kun." Light rolled over onto his other side, finally facing the detective. He didn't fight back with L, he simply let his eyes drift shut and waited for sleep to take him.

"Do you miss home, Ryuzaki?" Light asked after a few minutes, his voice dreamy in his half-sleep state. He almost missed L's soft reply in his haste to slip into unconsciousness.

"Sometimes I do, Light-kun. But England was never much of a home really, although it was the closest I ever had...I think I'll return there when this case is over." Light woke up as the speech went on, the emotion, almost-honesty and length of L's words startling him. Light began to speak but then cut himself off, his eyes downcast and weary of L.

"Does Light-kun have something to say?" L noticed his hesitation, making the younger boy blush faintly at being spoken to like a child.

"I just wish I could go to England too, I'd love to see it with you. I've never really been out of Japan before, so it'd be nice to be somewhere else, for once...I've always wanted to travel, and never really had anyone to travel with...So, yeah..." Light rambled off a bit, hoping to play the dumb speech off as a side effect of poor sleep. His blush darkening a bit, 'Stupid L making me blush and ramble and...ungh.' Light groaned inwardly, even his thoughts sounded dumb right now, definitely sleep deprevation. L studied the boy beside him carefully, dark eyes probing at the others, he found Light seemed to be embarrassed by his admission, but L understood.

"Yes, Light-kun would be very welcome to join me." L said quietly into the dark room, his eyes finally turning back to his computer. Light's blush was ever-darkening; he cursed his stupid school-girl behaviour. With a sigh, he turned away from the raven man and tried to get some sleep. In his head he knew that this trip would-could--never happen. L's case wouldn't be over until he had every guilty party present and accounted for and he was dead-set on Light being the original Kira. With another sigh the amber-eyed boy pulled the blanket up higher on his shoulder and fell asleep to the sound of L's fingers typing away at his ever-present keyboard. He heard L give a sigh of his own, and found that the noise mirrored Light's own confused sadness and turmoil that he felt within.

-In The Shinigami Realm-

A familiar clown face and pair of fish eyes observed the sleeping Kira; he munched loudly as he ate a crispy apple and continued to watch on. He had a feeling that this show was about to get much more interesting...

"Hyuk! Hyuk! Hyuk! Sleep tight, Lighty-Loo!"


Here's Jackky! Muhahah!

Cookies for anyone who can tell who the new Kira's Shinigami is! ^_^

A/N: Anyway, quick gist of the story; Jack the Ripper is back, although this time he is 'Ripper-Kira,' a new, psychotic killer who appears to be have the same powers as Kira does but much different motives. Takes place mostly in England and I may be telling the story of the original Ripper as well, although with a very fictional twist. I just hope you like it!

Love it or hate it? I'd love the feedback! Tell me if you find any errors, or confusing bits, I'm always rereading and editing these things, but I'm still human..

Rawr, I'm just seeing how the muses guide me here...Please be kind, review and rewind! Err...Wait.

Cheers,
Zilander Kat

:love!: oh btw, happy holidays to all who celebrate and to all who do not (happy chocolate discount day! Woohoo! Cheap chocolate at every store...muhahaha!)