Disclaimer: I do not own Inspector Abberline (dagnabit!) and no one in
their right minds would want those Freaky Deaky Freemasons! I do own the
main character Cassandra Harlington.
One never thinks when one makes a wish that it will indeed come true. I certainly didn't, but I should have known not to be so careless with the ones I voiced aloud.
The From Hell credits were rolling and one thought kept running though my head. "It shouldn't have ended this way, he should be alive." The same words repeated themselves in my mind but it didn't change the fact that he had drugged himself to an early demise.
"Idiot." I muttered angrily, "You moron."
Then softly and with the compassion I felt stir in my bones suddenly I whispered aloud, "I wish I could have been there to stop him......to help him in any way possible. Someone of good society standing and wealth so could help him go to Ireland to see Mary Kelly.......YEAH RIGHT, I'D TAKE HIM FOR MYSELF, POUNCE, AND RIP HIS CLOTHES OFF!!!!!!!! Ha ha ha ha!"
Laughing I made my way up to bed thinking of the specifics of such a wish. I'd need a lot of money. Maybe I'd be a daughter of a Marquis , who had died and left all of his fortune, land, and possessions to me in the hope that I would make a good match soon after. Classy too, enough so as to keep those freaky deaky Freemasons off the scent of Abberlines hotness!!
Well respected (R-E-S-PE-C-T) A miss Cassandra Harlington......what a hoot!
Light seared through my closed lids. Oh, god, was it morning already?! I snuggled deeper into my......what the hell?! I sat up like a shot. Satin sheets?! Since when the frock did I have satin sheets?! I wasn't in my room.
"There, there, miss, it's alrigh'. You had quite a day yesterday." My head whipped around to the soft girlish voice who had spoken. She was wearing a maid's uniform, with blue and white stripes, a perfectly clean apron and one of those old fashioned caps on her head, hiding her unruly light mousy brown hair.
Was I kidnapped? For some kinky sex tape or something where they dress up and ewwwwwwwwwww!! If I saw Michel Jackson, I was gonna scream bloody murder up the yazooo!
"Miss? Are you alrigh' miss?" Her honey brown eyes widened in alarm as mine closed in a faint.
Oh my god, what was that stench?! I jerked awake, still tasting the horrible smell in my mouth, coughing and sputtering back to reality........a reality that wasn't mine.
"Oh, miss, you gave us quite a scare. Here now, I'll help you sit up, there we go, easy does it....."
I placed a hand to my head, trembling slightly from head to toes as the little maid led me to a red velvet sedan couch.
"I just need to think about this a moment," I whispered as I pinched the bridge of my nose.
"Of course miss, I'll go have the cook make some tea and leave you in peace."
I heard a door click shut somewhere in front of me, and slowly, ever so slowly I opened my eyes again. Immediately I shut them again, slow even breaths, and eased them open once more.
It was a sight. I was in a bed chamber, a very beautifully designed one at that. Painted in many different hues of blue. The drapes were a twilight blue, the walls a periwinkle, and the bed cover was a deep sea blue of the carribean waters, azure blue, dawn grey blue. Little hints of other colors sprinkled the room as well, the red velvet couch I was lying on and the deep brown of a matching oak vanity, wardrobe, and bookshelves. I blinked stupidly at the surroundings. I slowly stood and made my way to an oak mirror right across from the bed. I don't know what I expected, perhaps a different appearance, but no, it was me. If I were two years older and if I had never cut my dark red hair in my life. If I had grown up a child of the old century about to step into the new.
"Oh god!" I covered my mouth in horror, and grabbing at the soft cotton of my night gown. Real. It was real. I twisted the fabric about my hand, burning my fingers. Oh it was real alright. I could feel pain.
"Of all the wishes I've made in my life, this is the one you choose to grant?! Why couldn't I have just won the lottery?!" I shouted at the ceiling as if the face that had landed me here was there.
A sharp knock at the oak door made me jump in alarm, placing a fluttering hand to my heart.
"Y....yes?" My voice quivered on my lips. Way to go cowardly coward!
"Miss, I've brought you some tea." Said the little mousy maid who came into the room, carrying a silver tray over to me as I stumbled back, flopping down on the bed unceremoniously. Placing the tray beside me she began to pour the tea, "Are ya feeling better now, Miss Cassandra?"
"Somewhat," I said watching her pour the steady liquid into the cup. I gently placed my hand on hers, slowly lowering the pot.
"What is it, miss?" She asked her eyes blinking as if almost terrified......of me. I smiled tenderly at her to calm her and she gave a shy smile in return.
"You're going to think me very queer, "I said trying to talk in an ancient british accent and dialogue, "but........"
"Yes, miss?" She persisted, staring at me seriously.
"Well, um.......I......" I shook my head, ".....this is so ridiculous.........I can't seem to remember yesterday or the day before that for that matter. It just all seems a blur.......I just can't remember.....anything." I looked up at her pleading with her to understand, to gibe me a hint as it were of who the hell I was and what in the bleeding hell I was doing here.
"Well, that's understandable miss, considerin' the last few days you've had. It would be enough ta make anyone want ta forget such things."
That doesn't really help me, "I don't like going around with empty memories......."
"It's Ellie, Miss."
"Ellie. Please I need to know what happened."
"Of course, Miss. For the past week we had been hearing the stories of The Ripper......oh dear.....you've gone white as a sheet, I knew I shouldn't have said anything......"
"No, no, Ellie please continue, the memories are coming back. I'm beginning to remember now...." I assured her although I was quite shaken at the mentioned of the blood lusting murderer.
"Very well, Miss, if you insist....you were so very afraid that the killer would come after you as well, that is until yesterday when your father, the Marquis of Harlington died and you attended his funeral. You were so quiet and withdrawn....the doctor was afraid you might faint so he gave you the smelling salts to dispose of as you wished. I didn't think we'd need them but then this morning........" She trailed off coming to the part where I entered the picture.
I thought in silence for a blissful second in peace. Even all of the specifics of my wish were made reality, a dead rich father leaving me everything, a very classy woman named Cassandra Harlington, which meant I had a chance to save Frederick Abberline, one I would not let slip through my fingers.
I startled Ellie by asking very suddenly, "When was the last Ripper murder?"
She seemed taken aback by the question and fumbled for the answer, "I believe three or four days ago, Miss."
"And how many has he killed now?"
"Now Miss Cassandra, why do ya trouble ya self with such thoughts?"
I cut her off harshly, "I must know Ellie! This is very important, now please tell me."
She was really flustered and I felt badly for being so rude with her. "I'm sorry, Ellie," I apologized, "I just really need to know the answer."
"I believe," she began hesitantly as if afraid I would snap at her, which made me feel guilty as charged, "he has killed six unfortunates, miss."
Six. He doesn't kill anymore than that, this I knew, but three or four days since? Abberline could have chased his last Dragon by that time. I prayed to God he had not, one he was cute and two: I REALLY wanted to go home! They didn't even have sanitary bathrooms in this age!
"Miss?" Ellie questioned.
"Yes, Ellie, what is it?" I asked softly.
"Don't ya want ta have some tea?"
I glanced down at the beautiful painted white and blue china tea cups and smiled ruefully.
"I'm sorry, Ellie, but there is no time. I must prepate to go into town now, and not a second later." I announced making for the door.
"Well, ya can't go out in yer knickers, now can ya, Miss?!" She exclaimed.
"Oh? Who says I can't?! I don't think the men would object, do you?" I asked giving her a smile, a mischievious gleam in my eyes..
Ellie burst into peals of laughter, stumbling over to the wardrobe, myself close behind. "I know that look Miss Cassandra! Yer in a spiteful mood today, ain't ya?"
"I certainly am, Ellie. I plan on raising a little HELL......"
While I was planning on raising hell, London was going to it in a fast car, me behind the wheel.
One never thinks when one makes a wish that it will indeed come true. I certainly didn't, but I should have known not to be so careless with the ones I voiced aloud.
The From Hell credits were rolling and one thought kept running though my head. "It shouldn't have ended this way, he should be alive." The same words repeated themselves in my mind but it didn't change the fact that he had drugged himself to an early demise.
"Idiot." I muttered angrily, "You moron."
Then softly and with the compassion I felt stir in my bones suddenly I whispered aloud, "I wish I could have been there to stop him......to help him in any way possible. Someone of good society standing and wealth so could help him go to Ireland to see Mary Kelly.......YEAH RIGHT, I'D TAKE HIM FOR MYSELF, POUNCE, AND RIP HIS CLOTHES OFF!!!!!!!! Ha ha ha ha!"
Laughing I made my way up to bed thinking of the specifics of such a wish. I'd need a lot of money. Maybe I'd be a daughter of a Marquis , who had died and left all of his fortune, land, and possessions to me in the hope that I would make a good match soon after. Classy too, enough so as to keep those freaky deaky Freemasons off the scent of Abberlines hotness!!
Well respected (R-E-S-PE-C-T) A miss Cassandra Harlington......what a hoot!
Light seared through my closed lids. Oh, god, was it morning already?! I snuggled deeper into my......what the hell?! I sat up like a shot. Satin sheets?! Since when the frock did I have satin sheets?! I wasn't in my room.
"There, there, miss, it's alrigh'. You had quite a day yesterday." My head whipped around to the soft girlish voice who had spoken. She was wearing a maid's uniform, with blue and white stripes, a perfectly clean apron and one of those old fashioned caps on her head, hiding her unruly light mousy brown hair.
Was I kidnapped? For some kinky sex tape or something where they dress up and ewwwwwwwwwww!! If I saw Michel Jackson, I was gonna scream bloody murder up the yazooo!
"Miss? Are you alrigh' miss?" Her honey brown eyes widened in alarm as mine closed in a faint.
Oh my god, what was that stench?! I jerked awake, still tasting the horrible smell in my mouth, coughing and sputtering back to reality........a reality that wasn't mine.
"Oh, miss, you gave us quite a scare. Here now, I'll help you sit up, there we go, easy does it....."
I placed a hand to my head, trembling slightly from head to toes as the little maid led me to a red velvet sedan couch.
"I just need to think about this a moment," I whispered as I pinched the bridge of my nose.
"Of course miss, I'll go have the cook make some tea and leave you in peace."
I heard a door click shut somewhere in front of me, and slowly, ever so slowly I opened my eyes again. Immediately I shut them again, slow even breaths, and eased them open once more.
It was a sight. I was in a bed chamber, a very beautifully designed one at that. Painted in many different hues of blue. The drapes were a twilight blue, the walls a periwinkle, and the bed cover was a deep sea blue of the carribean waters, azure blue, dawn grey blue. Little hints of other colors sprinkled the room as well, the red velvet couch I was lying on and the deep brown of a matching oak vanity, wardrobe, and bookshelves. I blinked stupidly at the surroundings. I slowly stood and made my way to an oak mirror right across from the bed. I don't know what I expected, perhaps a different appearance, but no, it was me. If I were two years older and if I had never cut my dark red hair in my life. If I had grown up a child of the old century about to step into the new.
"Oh god!" I covered my mouth in horror, and grabbing at the soft cotton of my night gown. Real. It was real. I twisted the fabric about my hand, burning my fingers. Oh it was real alright. I could feel pain.
"Of all the wishes I've made in my life, this is the one you choose to grant?! Why couldn't I have just won the lottery?!" I shouted at the ceiling as if the face that had landed me here was there.
A sharp knock at the oak door made me jump in alarm, placing a fluttering hand to my heart.
"Y....yes?" My voice quivered on my lips. Way to go cowardly coward!
"Miss, I've brought you some tea." Said the little mousy maid who came into the room, carrying a silver tray over to me as I stumbled back, flopping down on the bed unceremoniously. Placing the tray beside me she began to pour the tea, "Are ya feeling better now, Miss Cassandra?"
"Somewhat," I said watching her pour the steady liquid into the cup. I gently placed my hand on hers, slowly lowering the pot.
"What is it, miss?" She asked her eyes blinking as if almost terrified......of me. I smiled tenderly at her to calm her and she gave a shy smile in return.
"You're going to think me very queer, "I said trying to talk in an ancient british accent and dialogue, "but........"
"Yes, miss?" She persisted, staring at me seriously.
"Well, um.......I......" I shook my head, ".....this is so ridiculous.........I can't seem to remember yesterday or the day before that for that matter. It just all seems a blur.......I just can't remember.....anything." I looked up at her pleading with her to understand, to gibe me a hint as it were of who the hell I was and what in the bleeding hell I was doing here.
"Well, that's understandable miss, considerin' the last few days you've had. It would be enough ta make anyone want ta forget such things."
That doesn't really help me, "I don't like going around with empty memories......."
"It's Ellie, Miss."
"Ellie. Please I need to know what happened."
"Of course, Miss. For the past week we had been hearing the stories of The Ripper......oh dear.....you've gone white as a sheet, I knew I shouldn't have said anything......"
"No, no, Ellie please continue, the memories are coming back. I'm beginning to remember now...." I assured her although I was quite shaken at the mentioned of the blood lusting murderer.
"Very well, Miss, if you insist....you were so very afraid that the killer would come after you as well, that is until yesterday when your father, the Marquis of Harlington died and you attended his funeral. You were so quiet and withdrawn....the doctor was afraid you might faint so he gave you the smelling salts to dispose of as you wished. I didn't think we'd need them but then this morning........" She trailed off coming to the part where I entered the picture.
I thought in silence for a blissful second in peace. Even all of the specifics of my wish were made reality, a dead rich father leaving me everything, a very classy woman named Cassandra Harlington, which meant I had a chance to save Frederick Abberline, one I would not let slip through my fingers.
I startled Ellie by asking very suddenly, "When was the last Ripper murder?"
She seemed taken aback by the question and fumbled for the answer, "I believe three or four days ago, Miss."
"And how many has he killed now?"
"Now Miss Cassandra, why do ya trouble ya self with such thoughts?"
I cut her off harshly, "I must know Ellie! This is very important, now please tell me."
She was really flustered and I felt badly for being so rude with her. "I'm sorry, Ellie," I apologized, "I just really need to know the answer."
"I believe," she began hesitantly as if afraid I would snap at her, which made me feel guilty as charged, "he has killed six unfortunates, miss."
Six. He doesn't kill anymore than that, this I knew, but three or four days since? Abberline could have chased his last Dragon by that time. I prayed to God he had not, one he was cute and two: I REALLY wanted to go home! They didn't even have sanitary bathrooms in this age!
"Miss?" Ellie questioned.
"Yes, Ellie, what is it?" I asked softly.
"Don't ya want ta have some tea?"
I glanced down at the beautiful painted white and blue china tea cups and smiled ruefully.
"I'm sorry, Ellie, but there is no time. I must prepate to go into town now, and not a second later." I announced making for the door.
"Well, ya can't go out in yer knickers, now can ya, Miss?!" She exclaimed.
"Oh? Who says I can't?! I don't think the men would object, do you?" I asked giving her a smile, a mischievious gleam in my eyes..
Ellie burst into peals of laughter, stumbling over to the wardrobe, myself close behind. "I know that look Miss Cassandra! Yer in a spiteful mood today, ain't ya?"
"I certainly am, Ellie. I plan on raising a little HELL......"
While I was planning on raising hell, London was going to it in a fast car, me behind the wheel.