Chapter one:

*Whitechapel- November 1888*

Her breathing was ragged, footsteps falling hard against the rain soaked cobbles as she ran through the darkened streets of London, not a star in the bleak night sky as she searched desperately. They were coming for her. The sisters of nightmares and murder. Tears of fear burned within her eyes as she spied a lone constable at the end of the alley, fresh hope lighting her heart as she called out to him desperately, if it were to be the last thing she did then let it be in the name of justice for all who died at their hands.

"Constable! Oh please, help me! Lord above, help!"

She came to a halt, the hem of her dress becoming soaked as she clung to the constable's arm, his face shrouded by the shadow of his helmet as he turned to acknowledge her cries.

"What seems to be the trouble madam? You seem rather distressed"

She was too caught up in her relief to notice the menace within the constable's eyes, to recognise the dangerous smile that ghosted across his lips as a shadow flickered behind her back briefly.

"I have information about Jack the Ripper, it ain't no man constable, I swear they ain't even human, those two daughters of satan!"

A low chuckle rang out in the poorly lit alleyway, her blood running cold and her heart feeling frozen as fresh fear crept through every fibre of her body. How had they found her so soon? She turned to the policeman once more, intent on telling him to run once more, only to see him joining with the laughter, his visage beginning to twist and alter, long golden tresses beginning to flow from beneath the helmet as angelic features now met her face to face, accompanied by an equally alluring young woman with hair the colour of raven's feather.

"Oh Mary, is that any way to speak about us? I can assure you that our father was not Satan, by any stretch of the imagination."

Her screams echo through the streets of London, alerting the attention of true officers of the law as her attackers disappear into the night, watching from the safety of the rooftops as the name 'Jack the Ripper' is spoken once more.

"Hope... I trust that it is not still one of your creations that I speak too now?"

The blonde refused to take her eyes from the scene below, both girls obscured from view as the body of their victim was investigated before being covered from their sight. She scowled slightly as she answered.

"I can assure you, Mercy that it is not a creation that you speak with... and I trust that, if we are to go into hiding that I shall not find any more of your own... works of art, reported on the news?"

Mercy smiled, sadistic as her eyes gleamed in the moonlight. No, her own ability would take no other victim, nor would the knife she used to cover the abnormality of her victims true deaths... For now.

"Trust me sister, my gift for the human anatomy shall remain dormant until we both decide otherwise... For now, let us leave"

At her words, the pair turned their back from the scene, vanishing into the night and failing to notice the eyes that followed their own movements.

*London West End- 1965*

The music is deafening, the alcohol dulling the senses of all those around them as two nimble figures dance amongst the other bodies upon the dance floor. The hot pants that are all the rage in this era and the skimpy tank top leaving nothing to the imagination as their eyes seek out their target.

"You must remember that you cannot use your gift here Mercy... wait until we have found our target and isolated him"

Her smile is cruel as her eyes lock upon the man that she speaks of, shutting her eyes briefly and breathing deep as she feels the rip within her being, opening her eyes once more to see the clone sauntering over to their next victim, hips swaying and catching his attention completely.

"I doubt I shall ever get used to seeing more than one of you Hope"

Mercy's words are merely scattered to the wind as she begins to tail the target, watching as he becomes enamoured with her sister's clone, his hands touching in places that the real Hope would never allow as they vanish into one of the 'Private' booths of the club. To easy.

His scream is silenced as the clone wraps a hand over his mouth, sub-human strength locking him in place as Mercy begins her work, her eyes registering his anatomy on a level no human could possibly manage, her gift wrapping like an invisible hand around his heart, ready to squeeze, as she speaks to him with a sweetness that does not fit the situation.

"The kray twins send their regards"

Hope enters the room just as the man draws his final breath, blood oozing from between his lips, the remnants of his heart crushed within his chest with no outer wound to ever tell that he had been attacked. Hope recalls her clone, taking a deep breath as the scent of fresh blood takes her back to when they first began, nearly a century ago.

"The world has changed Mercy, from the one we knew so long ago"

"A change we wouldn't have seen if I hadn't altered our own anatomy, it is still strange to be frozen in this state. Its a miracle we've managed to integrate to this era at all"

The sisters smile as they leave the scene of their crime, knowing that they will be long gone before the body is truly discovered, if the Kray twins don't dispose of it before then. As they did so many years before, they walk away without a care for the life they have taken, failing to sense once more the eyes that follow them also.


So what do you think? Should I continue with this idea? Let me know what you thought and I really hope you enjoyed the beginning chapter :)

Crimsondagger x