Title: Nightmare in Camelot
Author: Fyre
Category: Drama/Angst
Rating: R
Email: Boscosbabe55@bellsouth.net
AIM: ToriBoscorelli

Spoiler: A serial killer is stalking young girls in the 55.
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero and NBC. Those lucky bastards. I'm only renting them for a while, I plan to be kind a rewind
when I return them. Jack Xavier Abberline belongs to Kat
A/N: This is a totally different story for me. A friend asked me to write This first chapter is very short and is meant to introduce Jack to everyone and see if people want me to go on with the story. It's going to start out slow, but it will pick up and there will be angst. I can promise you that much. Please Read and Review! It will really help me with this fic, because I am very nervous about it. Thank you

Jack Xavier Abberline was an anti-social man who was a bit on the reserved side. Not much was really known about him except for a few tings. He was from England, and became an inspector for the Scotland Yard in his late twenties. He soon found himself a beautiful woman. Joselyn Elizabeth Montgomery then they soon wed and she became pregnant. Though Joselyn never got a chance to see her daughter. She died giving birth to her, Neveah Gwen Abberline, now ten. So he was told, Jack had become extremely bitter upon his wifes death and gave his daughter up to close a relative, who he receives on occasion letters and pictures of his daughter.

After the death of Joselyn, Jack Xavier Abberline inherited, a house that was just on the outskirts of New York city. The house was simply beautiful, Joselyn would have loved it. A house that people would dream to have. So Jack decide to move from England to escape his demon, ghosts, and all the evil that had haunted him.

Once in New York, he joined the NYPD and became a K-9 officer for the 55. It was a difficult adjustment for him. Going from an inspector to that, but in time he was able to manage. His partner crime...or anti-crime was Virgil, an albino Germen Shepard. Virgil and Jack were the same, but Virgil had a bit of a mean streak if you approached him the wrong way. Virgil wasn't the only dog in his life, Jack had a black and white American Pitt Bull Terrier that went by the name Amadeus.

Pulling up in front of the 55th Precinct, Jack looked over. Sitting on the passengers side of his 1963 Falcon Futura Eccentric was a small bottle of absinthe. A neon greenish, liquor that was distilled with a great number of flavorful herbs like anise, licorice, hyssop, veronica, fennel, lemon balm, angelica and wormwood.

In the 1800's absinthe was freely and widely used. It was traditionally served with ice water and a cube of sugar; the sugar cube was placed on a slotted "absinthe spoon", and the water was drizzled over the sugar into the glass of absinthe. The sugar helped take the bitter edge from the absinthe, and when the water is drizzled into the liquor it all turns milky greenish-white, not Jacks however. There was no sugar for Jack, no ice water either his had been laced with laudanum which was widely used during the 1800's as well. Laudanum was an opium-based painkiller prescribed for everything from headaches to tuberculosis.

Jack stared at the small bottle for a few minuets before lifting it into his hand, unscrewing the top and take a fast shot. He took a deep breath as he screwed on the top and tossed it in his back seat, Virgil quickly jumped cocking his head, his ears perking up as he gazed at the bottle.

Taking out one of his own had-rolled cigarettes Jack put it to his lips and lit it. Taking a few puffs before getting out of his car. Walking to the back with Virgil's leash in his hand, he opened the door. "Come on Virgil" He spoke with his noticeable English accent. "Time for work boy...."