Dark Annie

by Veronique Sarisandeul

England-centric drabble about Jack the Ripper's effect on his mentality. Grossly underplays events, in my opinion. Not terribly dark.

Dark Annie – an APH fanfic

The feel of Jack the Ripper's blade throughout London was getting to England. How much longer would it be before they caught the man? He went to sleep each night terrified that there would be another death, woke each morning sobbing at the dreams of the ones before – or of the killing taking place as he slept.

When Ireland and Canada – in some strange, sideways attempt to cheer him up – composed and, wile utterly smashed, preformed for him a song about the third victim, it did not help at all. Even if they were infinitely more thoughtful than America.

I drink to your life and to your death

And I hope you put up a fight

And Annie Chapman

I raise my glass to you on this winter's night

Annie Chapman is often considered JtR's second victim. And the Town Pants are awesome to rival Prussia.