My father was a killer.
He murdered the women that roamed the slums of London, engaging in sin and rutting with any man who would so give her money. He was infamous for what he did, and I was an accomplice towards these murders.
I am Rosemarie Ann Taylor, and my father was the infamous Jack the Ripper.~
September 1888 [It's in the Blood]
I sat in my bed, pretending to be tired as my father, Jackson Taylor was reading me an old Grimm fairytale. I looked nothing like him, he was about fourty eight years old standing tall at six feet with black coal hair like mines that was slicked back, a slight stubble and cold hazel eyes.
My father was a well-known surgical doctor and teacher. He loved medical but also had a love for the sciences. He made sure he passed down his love for both medical and science onto me, his only child.
After my mother had died, he never laid eyes on another woman again or even tried to get a boy. He was happy with me, and planned on making me a prodigy.
"I smell the blood of an Englishman, be he alive or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread~" My dad said, his hazel eyes twinkling as I yawned closing my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
He smiled toothily, showing his pearly whites. He then turned off the lights to my bed and I heard the sound of his black glossy shoes hitting the creaky wooden floor as he made his way out of my room.
I waited in bed and as soon as I heard the door shut, I sprung into action and got out of bed. I took off my dolly white nightgown to reveal a pair of dark trousers, a white messy long sleeved shit that was rolled up, and a black vest over it. I but on my black dolly shoes, grabbing my black cap and putting it on top of my head after I had put my hair up.
I walked quietly out of our house, slipping past the nanny and maids with ease. I looked both ways of our cobblestoned street, and heard a distinctive *click* *clack* and knew it was my father.
I followed the sounds, hiding behind buildings as I watched my father make his way down the street.
I was following him because about six months ago in April he left the house that night with his surgical tools in his hand. I asked him where he was going but he only patted my head and gave me a smile, telling me he was going to work. But the smile didn't reach his eyes. Then the next day a woman's dead body was found mutilated with what seemed to be done with surgical practice. I asked my father about it, being the curious yet smart nine year old I was. He denied it, but I knew he was hiding something...
So here I was following my father to what looked like the slums. I gulped and fixed my cap a bit down further so that I'd look more like a boy. I was thankful that I was still flat chested at the time or a man on these streets would have me under them right about now.
I caught my father flirting with a prostitute, a charming smile on his face as he played with a few strands of her wavy dark brown hair. He waved a few pounds in her face and her face lit up. She followed my father quickly and I knew I had to follow but keep my distance.
I then saw heard them talking as they made it to a dark street where no one was at. I shuddered at the thought of my father having an addiction to prostitutes but that was not the case.
I moved closer to the point I could hear them talking.
"Sir would you like to do it now? It's either now or-UGN!" The lady stopped in mid sentence as my father whipped out his surgical knife and whipped it fast across her neck.
My eyes widened as the lady's throat ripped and blood poured down her neck. She gave a ragged gasp, falling back onto the ground, her eyes wide with pain.
I felt my stomach slightly lurch as I began to watch my father sever her neck back and forth with harsh swipes. I made a gagging noise and he stopped, his hazel eyes dark with madness, almost looking black.
"Who's there?..." His voice was darker and no longer was the smooth baritone voice I was used too.
I knew that if I ran he would catch me since I had no idea where I was going, but if I came out he might kill me...I was unsure what my father was capable of...
I went with my gut instinct and came out of the shadows.
My father glared at me and grunted, not recognizing me. "Just a boy eh?...No one would miss you at all," he said darkly, grabbing the front of my shirt roughly. I whimpered and gave out a yelp as he ran his blade across my cheek, creating a thin but stinging line of blood.
He pulled his knife back and licked the blood from the knife with a low moan, his eyes almost looking like a monsters as he grinned wickedly.
"I need to see the face of my victim boy, you don't mind do you? Of course you don't!" He cackled evilly and ripped off my hat and gave out a loud gasp as my long black hair tumbled down. I looked at him through my blurry tear filled ice blue eyes.
"R-Rosemarie..."
I felt shaken and scared, moving away from him slowly. "Are you going to kill me?" I asked fearfully, my eyes on the silver surgical blade.
He looked at the knife and his black eyes turned once again to a hazel color. "No no, never my little Rose," he whispered coming over to me and wiping away my tears, my face becoming more red from the blood that was on his leather gloves.
I whimpered and hugged him tightly, crying a bit. He rubbed my back soothingly and I pulled away from him slightly and said, "Daddy...I don't care if you murdered that woman...I only care that you're okay."
He gave me a smile and kissed my forehead. "I love you pumpkin, now how about you run along home quick so daddy can finish up?" He gave me a bright but dark smile that made his eyes squint up, giving him the look of some type of fox.
I looked at the prostitute and felt something in me swell up, something dark and evil. "I want to help."
His eyes widened and he looked at me like I was mad but then gave me the same dark smile that he did before, holding his knife out to me, and an Engel's Plaster Saw, his black eyes once again returning. "Make daddy dearest proud~"
I looked at him and gave him a sweet smile and went over to the woman who was still holding her neck and was surprisingly alive.
"H...hel-ugnn p..." she tried to say the word help but I knew I didn't want to disappoint daddy so I held up my knife. I looked down at the woman and felt shaky and at unease but felt the reassuring hand of my fathers on my shoulder.
"Do it...remember what the books taught you..."
I felt my eyes water and I felt my conscience tell me that killing was wrong. But the darkness in me told me it was fine.
"B-But its wr-..."
"It does not matter what is wrong and what is right. This...This whore is an immoral being. /She/ does not know what's wrong and what's right. She sells her body, she's nothing like you princess."
I still felt unsure and held the knife over her neck still shaking.
I heard my father whisper behind me, "It's in your bloodline Rose. The killer in me is also inside of you. You are a natural born kil-"
He was cut off by me finishing up mutilating the woman's throat. I felt adrenaline pour into my veins as her blood splattered over my face.
I licked my lips and grabbed the Engel's Plaster Saw from the ground and tore open her stomach with precise precision. I strung out her intestines, enjoying the feel of the blood on my hands, tossing them over both her shoulders.
"Good girl...now lets go." He purred out, patting my head.
I looked at him with the same black eyes and smirked. "Wait, one more thing father~"
I raked up her dress and precisely took out half he uterus, smirking as I held it in my hands. I held it out to my father and gave him a sweet smile.
"A killer should always have something to remember his kill by~"
My father smirked and took it in his hand, sliding it into his pocket and grabbing his tools, putting them into his jacket. "Come Rose, we must flee," he said, tugging on my hand as we made a quick retreat to our large home.
Daddy was right, the killer in me is in my blood. It's in the blood lines...
December 25, 1888 [Happy Birthday~]
My father was found out to be the killer, that everyone had called Jack the Ripper. It was a shock to all of London that Jackson Arthur Taylor was the Jack the Ripper.
I had a feeling that it was maybe one of the maids who had to have told. I wasn't sure which one. I would have to find out later...
I had turned ten today and today was the day my father was to be hanged at the gallows. The man known as Judge Turpin was there, smiling ruefully in glee.
No one knew I had helped with the murders, and he didn't tell the cops or the judge if he had an accomplice.
Right now I stood at the gallows, sitting next to the Judge who seemed to have want to place his hand on my lap that looked like a comforting gesture but I knew that it was far from comforting.
The Judge was a sick man, he enjoyed the suffering of others and had a thing for pretty woman and pretty little girls.
"Your father is going to hang and everyone will enjoy it~" he whispered in my ear, his voice monotone but I could detect a hint of malice in his voice.
The guards brought my father to the gallows where I was and ripped off the black sack from his head. The crowd cheered as some people screamed "Kill de fuck!" "Murderer!' "Hang him!"
I only watched in horror and pain as my father looked out to the crowd with blank eyes. His once handsome face was brutally bruised and battered, his nose broken and his left eye black. His once perfect slick hair was now messy and filled with gunk.
He turned back and looked at me, his eyes filled with regret and anger as he watched Judge Turpin look at me with hungry eyes.
Turpin looked at him and smirked, his hand squeezing my thigh one last time before standing. "People of London! This man here, this wolf hiding in sheeps clothing is a murderer! And we are here today to watch him hang!" He bellowed, his arms out stretched as the crowd cheered like savages.
I felt tears go down my face and I kept my eyes on my father.
"Now prisoner do you have any last words?" Turpin asked gravely as the executioner wrapped a rope around my father's neck, tightening it harshly.
My father gagged but then looked at Turpin, nodding. The Judge silenced the crowd and everyone hushed, wondering what the killer would say. Some whispered in hushed dark tones and others whispered back spitefully.
(Italics= Rosemarie Underline= Jack {}= Both)
I looked at him and stood, going over to him. The guards held their guns and but the Judge waved them off, wondering what I would do.
Dad be still,
There is nothing here to take,
It can wait.
I grabbed his hand comfortingly, feeling all the emotions inside of my burst. I didn't want him to go, he was my life, he was what kept me alive, kept me breathing; I didn't want him to die, I loved him.
Rose your mother is calling...
Sometimes I wanted to cry
When the people here were not the way we were
Somehow I just knew...
But I didn't know I loved you so much
I didn't know I loved you so much
I didn't know I loved you so much
...But I do.
I felt a sob come from my throat as tears went down my face.
Sometimes I'd stay up all night
Wishing to God that I was the one who died
Sometimes it's not enough time
But I didn't know I loved you so much
I didn't know I loved you so much
I didn't know I loved you so much
...But I do
Didn't know I loved you so much
Didn't know I loved you so much
{Didn't know I loved you so much
But I do...}
Rose go
There is nothing here to show
Dad I will not leave
I will stay here and grieve...
I want you to live
I cried harder as I saw the Judge nod to the executioner. My father looked at the executioner and patted my head, giving me a tearful smile as one of the guards tied his hands behind his back, pushing me away from him into the Judge's arms.
But you already saved me dear
I wish I could hold you near
You leaving is something I fear...
{We will always have each other}
{In our time of need...}
I sobbed and looked at my father as the executioner, was about to pull the lever.
Daddy, your the world to me
Rosemarie you are the world to me...
He gave me one last smile and whispered, "Happy birthday..."
The executioner pulled the lever and I screamed as my father fell to his death, the rope snapping his neck with a sickening break, his legs dangling limply.
The people of London looked somber and almost felt sorry for the little girl.
I ran under the gallows and hugged my father's dead body, crying as I tried to pull him down. He looked at me blankly with his hazel eyes, the smile still plastered on his face.
But I didn't know I loved you so much
I didn't know I loved you so much
I didn't know I loved you so much
"But I do..."
I fell to my knees, knowing he was dead and gone. I put my face into my hands and sobbed loudly.
The people of London looked at the girl with pity as she cried for her father. They shook their heads and began dispersing. This is not the type of execution they wanted, especially seeing a little girl cry over her father.
The Judge came behind me and put his hands on my shoulders, standing me up. "Your daddy dearest is gone. Let's go home now Rosemarie..."
I looked at the Judge with so much hatred, and I knew one day...I'd have my vengeance.
END
Awww such a sad chapter, I felt bad for Rosemarie. :[ But Jack's death was needed, cause this is how she'll meet sweeney 3. Also Rosemarie lives with Turpin for about a year or two before the whole Benjamin Lucy thing happened which will be years later.
A few chaps later it'll be revealed to what happened to Rosemarie as she lived with a younger Judge Turpin and the pain she had to go through before being given to a new family.
Also the song is from Repo the Genetic Opera. The song is very sad and seemed to fit the moment. Her dad is Jack the Ripper and I know he was never caught but I needed him caught for the story :P. Rate read and comment