The Ripper
Eternity was an endless sequence of predictable nights. Every human face that crossed my path was a repetition of the last, every choice they made as obvious as the sunrise that rose each day and burned my skin like embers. Until Evelyn Cross appeared in my path.
She should not have been different. Just another among so many humans. Something to entertain me. To bury my fangs in her flesh, where the blood flowed like a wild river. Sate my hunger and discard her. It was a performance I had mastered for more than a century and could execute with my eyes closed.
But there was something more in her. An unexplored darkness, a range of possibilities for cruelty.
I knew it the night I saw her for the first time.
And when she returned to the city at the same time I resumed my killi
