Whitechapel, England, September 8th, 1888

Annie Chapman walked down the dark alley of 29 Hanbury St. It was about 12 am; still possible buisness hours.

She searched for a man, any man. She needed the money.

Her eyes lit up when she came across a masculine dark figure.

"Sir! Sir!" Annie exclaimed excitedly, pulling up her long dress as she ran. She clung on the the man's arm. "We could do some business, for a little money..."

"Huh." The man huffed, in what Annie thought was a German accent. She pulled the mans arm tighter.

"I would really appreciate it-" She was cut off by the sound a a sharp blade being taken out. "S-sir?" Her last memory was the sight of a long-bladed knife, and her own scream as it sliced her neck.

September 8th, 1888, 6:00 am

Alice Kirkland winced at the sight at the horribly ripped body. What kind of devilish soul could have done this? she thought, shaking her head.

A warm hand touched her shoulder. "Another murder?"

Alice recognized the voice almost instantly - Alfred F. Jones. That...that bloody American idiot!

She sighed. "Unfortunately. Another prostitute." She turned around to face him.

Her eyes took in his features - short, medium blond hair with a cowlick that stood strait up in the front, pale blue eyes that were filled with curiosity, his mouth irritably turned up slightly in a half-smile. Handsome; but idiotic. That's how Alice would describe Alfred.

"What's your business here, anyway?" She asked him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Just stopping by until I heard about the murders. I wanted the inside scoop."

Hah. 'Inside scoop'? What was that? Was that some kind of American term?

"Now what are you going to do? Return to America?" Alice asked, raising a brow.

Alfred shook his head. "I'm going to stay."

"And what?"

He did the irritating half smile again. "Solve the ripper mystery."

((Recently I have been becoming very obsessed with Jack the Ripper stories, so I was like 'What the heck, let me write one myself.'

And a little disclaimer, just because it said German accent, doesn't mean it was Germany. It is not Germany or anyone who associates with Germany.

Ciao ~))