London, 1888. Fog envelops the city like a cold, suffocating blanket, covering the narrow, dingy alleys of Whitechapel. Gas lamps flicker faintly, casting elongated shadows that stretch and twist on the brick walls. Echoes of nightlife mingle with the whisper of the wind, but tonight, even the bustle seems to have died down, as if the city itself were holding its breath.
Amidst this silence, Jade West walks with a determined step through the deserted streets, wrapped in a black coat that hugs her figure like a second skin. Her face, normally impassive and haughty, now shows a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. Her mind is filled with contradictory thoughts, with blurred images that she cannot quite understand. Something has changed in Tori, something that Jade cannot ignore. The distance between them has grown, and Jade knows that there is a secret hidden in her lover's eyes, something dark, something dangerous. And tonight, she's decided to find out what it is.
Reaching the door to Tori's house, Jade pauses for a moment, trying to calm her breathing. The door is ajar, as if inviting her in, as if the house itself is waiting for her. Without hesitation, Jade pushes the door open and enters. The darkness inside is almost palpable, but Jade moves forward without hesitation, her footsteps echoing softly on the wooden floor. The house is silent, a silence that seems deeper, denser than usual.
She climbs the stairs, following an invisible trail that leads her to the upper floor. Reaching the end of the hallway, she sees a dim light filtering through the crack of a half-open door. Jade pushes it slowly, and what she sees on the other side steals her breath away.
Tori is there, standing in front of an antique mirror, her white dress soaked in fresh blood. Blood drips from her hands, sliding its way to the floor in slow, slimy drops that form a crimson puddle at her feet. But what shocks Jade most is not the bloody sight of Tori, but the expression on her face. There is no fear, no regret, just an icy calm, a terrifying serenity. It's like she's wearing a mask of perfect indifference.
"Tori... what have you done?" Jade's voice is a whisper filled with disbelief and fear.
Tori slowly turns, her golden eyes shining in the candlelight. There's something wild and primal in her gaze, something Jade has never seen before.
"What I've done, Jade, is rid this world of some souls that didn't deserve to live," Tori replies in a soft, almost seductive voice. She takes a step toward Jade, the knife still in her hand, shiny with fresh blood. "All those women, those whores... they were meant to die." No one will miss them.
Jade feels a chill run down her spine. Horror washes over her, but she can't take her eyes off Tori, the way her lips curl into a cold, calculating smile. Yet along with the horror, something dark stirs inside her, something that's always been there, simmering. A twisted attraction, a perverse desire she'd never fully understood before. And now, seeing Tori like this, so dangerous, so deadly, she feels that desire growing, consuming her fear and replacing it with a dark, feverish fascination.
"Are you… are you Jack the Ripper?" the words fall from her lips in a shaky murmur, a mix of disbelief and morbidity.
Tori nods slowly, her eyes never leaving Jade's.
"Yes. It's me. Jack, the legend, the monster in the dark. And I've done it all for a purpose, Jade. There's a method to my madness."
Jade feels the ground beneath her feet shake. The newspapers, the stories, the horrific images depicting the crimes... it all makes new sense. The Tori she loves, the woman she thought she knew, is not just a charming, mysterious young woman. It's something much darker, much deeper. But far from being repelled, Jade is drawn to that darkness, almost with a sick desperation. It's as if she's finally found the last piece of the puzzle that has always been Tori.
"Why…?" Jade asks, though a part of her doesn't want to know the answer.
Tori takes a step closer, until their bodies are almost touching. Her bloody hands rise, gently caressing Jade's cheek, leaving a red stain on her pale skin.
"Because someone had to," Tori answers, her voice soft and deadly. "Those women were just a symptom of a greater evil, of a society that doesn't care about the lives it destroys. I'm not a killer, Jade. I'm a force of justice in a rotten world. A surgeon who removes the tumor before it kills the patient.
Jade feels a mix of emotions that disorient her: love, fear, desire, horror. But most of all, she feels an undeniable attraction to Tori. That darkness that has always haunted her, that morbidity that consumes her, now has a face. The face of the woman she loves.
"Show me more," Jade says suddenly, surprised by her own words.
Tori stares at her, searching her eyes for any trace of doubt, any trace of regret. But she finds none of that. Instead, she sees acceptance, desire. A dangerous smile forms on Tori's lips, a smile that is both tempting and terrifying.
"Come with me, Jade. I'll show you everything."
Tori takes her hand, leading her out of the room and into a hallway Jade has never noticed before. At the end of the hallway is a hidden door, small and old, barely visible in the dim light. Tori pushes it open with a smooth motion, revealing a staircase leading down into the darkness.
They descend in silence, each step echoing in the heavy air. When they reach the bottom of the stairs, Tori turns on a gas lamp, and the weak light illuminates a subterranean room, cold and damp. Jade holds her breath as she sees what surrounds her.
The room is filled with display cases and shelves, all covered in macabre trophies. Fragments of bloody clothing, shredded jewelry, strands of dark hair, all carefully arranged and displayed like a grotesque art collection. On the walls, there are drawings and newspaper clippings describing the crimes, the murders that have terrorized London. But most disturbing are the photographs. Images of the women Tori has killed, captured in their final moments of life, their faces twisted in fear and pain.
Jade walks slowly through the room, her eyes scanning every detail, every trophy. Her mind is in a kind of trance, unable to fully process what she is seeing. She knows she should be repulsed, that she should be horrified. But instead, she feels a kind of dark euphoria, a deep connection to Tori that she has never experienced before.
"All of this…" Jade murmurs, stopping in front of a display case containing a pair of small, blood-stained shoes. "You did it for… justice."
Tori comes up behind her, her arms wrapping around Jade's waist, her lips brushing her ear.
"Yes, Jade. And now that you know, there's no turning back for you. You're with me in this, until the end. You can leave if you want, but if you stay... you'll share my darkness. You'll be a part of who I am, of what we've created together, even if you didn't know it."
Jade closes her eyes, breathing deeply. She feels the warmth of Tori's body against hers, the metallic scent of blood mixed with her soft perfume. It's a heady combination, filling her with a kind of emotional intoxication. In that moment, she realizes she can't run away, nor does she want to. Tori is her love, her obsession, and now, her doom.
"I'm with you, Tori," Jade whispers, her voice firm, her decision sealed by the darkness surrounding them. "Until the end."
Tori smiles against her neck, her lips brushing the skin with an icy touch.
—So, my love, welcome to the abyss. Together, we will be legend.
While the two women embrace in the gloom of that macabre room, the wind blows hard outside, like a cold sigh that passes through the walls of the house. Outside, London continues sleeping, oblivious to the darkness that is woven in its depths. But inside that house, in Jack the Ripper's trophy room, two souls find themselves trapped in a bond of love and death, a pact sealed with blood and desire.
Jade and Tori stand embraced in the center of the room, surrounded by evidence of Tori's crimes, each trophy a reminder of her twisted nature. The silence is heavy, broken only by the soft sound of their breathing. Tori, her face resting on Jade's neck, closes her eyes, enjoying the moment. Jade, for her part, lets herself be carried away by a wave of contradictory emotions, all of them intense, dangerous.
"Why me?" Jade asks, her voice barely a whisper. "Why show me this, why trust me?"
Tori pulls away slightly, searching Jade's eyes. There is no doubt in her gaze, only an unwavering calm, an icy certainty.
"Because you are like me, Jade. I knew it from the first time I saw you. There is a darkness in you, a fascination with the forbidden, with what others fear. I saw it in your eyes, in the way you move through the world." You're a hunter too, even if you didn't know it.
Jade swallows, feeling a chill run through her body. Tori's words echo in her mind, a truth that's been hidden beneath the surface for so long. Ever since she was little, Jade had always been drawn to the macabre, the strange. But she'd never quite understood why, until now.
"So... this is who we are," Jade murmurs, her words laden with dark acceptance.
Tori nods, her smile widening, becoming almost predatory. There's a spark of emotion in her eyes, a mix of love and possession.
"Yes. This is who we are. And now that you know, there's no going back. You can't shake the darkness you've embraced, Jade. But you won't be alone. Together, we can do things the world would never understand. We can leave a mark, an indelible footprint on this rotten city.
Jade's heart pounds. She knows she has crossed a threshold, that she is no longer the same person she was before she entered this house. There is a part of her that is scared, terrified of what it means to love someone like Tori. But that part is small, insignificant compared to the immense fascination, the desire to lose herself completely in the darkness that Tori represents.
"What do we do now?" Jade asks, her voice firm, determined.
Tori looks at her intensely, her eyes shining in the flickering light of the lamp.
"Now, my love, we move on. The world will not understand us, will fear us, but that does not matter. What matters is what we have. This connection, this understanding. Are you willing to accept it, Jade? Are you willing to embrace who we are, to walk with me in this darkness?
Jade holds Tori's gaze, and in her eyes reflects the decision she has made, a step into the abyss, into a life marked by death and love.
"Yes," Jade says firmly, her voice filled with unwavering resolve. "I'm with you, Tori. All the way."
Tori smiles, a smile of pure satisfaction, of triumph. She takes her hand and leads her back up the stairs. As they climb back up, Jade feels like something inside her has changed, like a door has opened and can never be closed again.
Once at the top, Tori pauses in the doorway, turning to look at Jade with a look of deep seriousness.
"The police are getting closer," Tori says, her tone colder, more calculating. "It won't be long before they suspect me, us. We'll need a plan, something to keep them away."
Jade nods, understanding the gravity of the situation. Her mind begins to work, searching for solutions, ways to protect what they have created. There is no room for doubt now, only for strategy, for survival.
"We will figure this out," Jade says, her voice firm. "No one will catch us. No one will understand what we really are."
Tori looks at her with pride, with love. Then, she leans in and kisses her, a deep kiss, full of dark promises.
"Then, it is time for our true story to begin, Jade. Together, we will be invincible."
As the night continues its course, Tori and Jade lose themselves in each other's arms, bound by the darkness that defines them. Outside, London continues to tremble under the terror of Jack the Ripper, unaware that the true horror is not in the crimes, but in the love that fuels them. A love that burns with the intensity of a black flame, leaving nothing but ashes in its wake.
The dawn will bring with it new horrors, new stories that the newspapers will publish in red ink. But as the city awakens, Tori and Jade will be there, in the shadows, always one step ahead, always united in their personal abyss. Because, in the end, there is no light for those who have chosen to live in darkness.
And for Jade and Tori, that is all that matters.
I hope my beloved readers that you like this little adaptation of the Jack The Ripper myth, I hope you like this little read, I dedicate this little work to my two good friends ScottyBgood and Invader Johnny.
My beloved readers, it is time to say goodbye.