Julianna had just finished feeding her father's horses when she heard the newsboy calling out the news from afar. Placing the metal bucket down at her feet, she gathered her torn up, dirty dress and rushed uphill.
"Father, I'm going to get the news. Be back soon, no later than nightfall." She promised. Her father knew he could trust her, he had faith and plus they both knew neither wouldn't dare to go near the Leather Apron.
Her father acknowledged the request then he requested a kiss on the cheek by tapping his face lightly. Julianna chuckled and rushed over to give him the kiss.
"Be safe." He said, hugging her before she left then he silently prayed, 'please dear lord above, protect her'.
It was a long walk from the farm to the city. Julianna's feet were indeed tired but she kept walking, determined to capture the news about the killer.
Once she made up to the enterance of the city, she noticed that a swarm of people near and far had gathered about the news. This news was about the deathof the doctor Ian. People now knew the doctor, Ian was his elder brother and that is son and daughter were the murder's niece and nephew but they did not noticed it before hand.
Mutters were then heard and spread about the children being blood related to the White Chapel Murdered and they grew up to worry them more and more. Julianna too, was worried and visited them one day to check up on them, she was, in fact their nanny before David decided to get married. In his mother's opinion, he was quite young, he was twenty-three when he married Virginia and she was but nineteen. She now carries his child.
Julianna began to walk closer towards the crowded people, the noises began to grow louder with each step.
"He was such a good man." One of the men said.
"And a good father to those children, as well as our best doctor." A woman said, leaving the crowd.
When she had approached the crowd, she reached in her bag and give outa few shillings for the boy. He took the money and gave her a newspaper. Julianna smiled and nodded her thanks before leaving the crowd.
One her way back, Julianna passed by the White Chapel then stopped to admire it. From the news of what she had heard months before, Jack the Ripper had his first killing here. A chill ran down her spine as she continued to walk home not noticing a sillhoute of a man.
"I am home father!" She called out, closing the door behind her. Her father silently thanked the lord and ran up to hug her tightly. "Oh, father, I am not sure the man will come out during the day time or evening. Wouldn't it be, I do not know, unheard of?"
Her father broke the embrace and looked into her eyes, "you never know sweetheart. You never know". He then placed a kiss on her forehead before he asked her about the news. He truly felt sorry about Ian being murdered by the hands of his own younger brother.
"Do you think he has a reason to murder?" She asked, her tone curious.
Julianna's father sighed then guessed he must have. "I do not know Julia dear. I am sure he does. but," He sighed before continuing on. "He was never liked this before, I do not know what has gotten into him, what has happened. We were all such great friends. There was no hint of jealousy or anger, just pure happiness and kindness from him."
Julianna looked up at her father before they both cuddled together and drifted off to sleep.
During the cold dead night, the infamous killer, Jack the Ripper came out from his hiding. With his steel silver blade of feared death, he went on killing his next victim. A male apprentice to a merchant, nothing but a boy, a teenager of fourteen.
Jack had seen a young woman with red hair walk by White Chapel and admire the building. He was in the shadows so she couldn't possibly seen him but my lord, he thought she was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes upon.
He had indeed, never felt that way before, even as a child he never looked a woman such as her. She, was an exception.
Jack fixed his hat before smiling a devilish smile. "Soon, my sweetheart, you will be mine".
Julianna was walking out of a clocksmith's shop, picking up her grandfather's old pocketwatch which was given to him from his father and so on.
Little did she know, the famous White Chapel murder was waiting for her, hidden in the shadows of the daylight beside a diffrent shop, a pie shop. Jack knew he was a killer and a famous one at that but never would he stoop low as to cook them up and eat them, no, that would indeed leave a trace, a clue for the investigators. Best make a kill quick and meaningful. No evidience just the body with no print marks.
'Hurry along Jack! She's getting away, grab her, grab her now!' His thoughts shouted out as Jack, if silent movements and percautioness, he stepped out from his hiding place, grabbed Julianna; his arms around her bosom while his hand covered her mouth and the other hand, a knife at her throat.
"Now you listen well sweet, make no noise and no attempt to escape for I will hunt you down and kill you like a dog. Come." The killer commaned as Julianna, fearful for her life, did as she was bid, made no noise and no attempt to escape.
'Oh dear father of mine. How I wish you were here with the police ot rescue me, oh how I wish.' She thought as she was eing half dragged, half carried to who knows where.
Half-way to his place, he stopped in mid road, let go of the terrified lady and placed a blind fold around her head, covering her eyes.
"Sorry deary, but I cannot risk you telling the police where I live." Jack said taking the lady's hand in his and guiding towards his house. It was not until the doors were open and they were inside that he removed the blindfold to reveal both a scared and a dazed woman.
Julianna couldn't believe her eyes, the house of the kill was a mansion. Greater in fact, more like a palace fit for the King of England.
"Surprised aren't you? Yes, only those whom I believe is worthy enough to be killed in my house is worthy enough to have a tour before I slaughter them," Jack said turning his back on the lady, his hands behind his back with the knife, a smirk forming on his lips as he predicted, startling the woman, fear boiling in her blood, thinking, she was going to die. But one thing and one thing only had taken her aback for Jack turned around, took his hat and coat off revealing a chocolate brown hair and a muscular body. "Oh no my dear lady, you are not going to die today. Not now, not ever, In fact. You're going to be mine."
Julianna was taken aback, there were no words, no noise of any kind left in her mouth to speak what her mind, what her heart wanted her to speak. This was insanity speaking.
"Now wait sir. I am flattered about your proposal of not killing me but me being your's forever until the day we die. That is truly a surprise." She said, trying her best to keep a straight face, showing no sign of fear but no no avail, the closer Jack comes to her mentally, the more frighten she becomes.
The White Chapel killer turned tohis heels and faces the young woman with a raised eyebrow and his chin up. Jack set his knife back in his pocket and took her by the hand, leading them into his room
Julianna could only picture in her mind of what the murder's room was like. She had pictured the walls to be torn up and covered with both dry and fresh blood. A table with various knives from small pocket knives to butcher knives. Pigs hanging above the ceiling for him to practice on. All these thoughts and images gave her the shivers but she kept her chin up and head straight.
Jack stopped at the front of his door and took out a gold key. He opened the door and stood back to let her in first. Julianna hesitated at first but he ensured to her that no harm will come to her yet.
She entered inside and heard the door close when he entered. She waited for the sound of the lock but it never came. He never locked it.
"I'm not that cruel as to lock up my victims like prisoners. Quick clean kill ismy motto. The torturing," He said, walking over to pour two glasses of whines for them. "I could never do. Makes my head dizzy and it nauseates the hell out of my system."
Jack walks over and hands her a glass before stating that it was not poison and that he rather kill with knives than poison and sometimes a rope but that is rare. The woman took the glass and placed it on her lips, taking a couple of sips.
"For a mere farmgirl, you sure know how to act high and sociel." He said, gulping his share down.
"Yes, well, I have been observing quite often that I started pickinga few things up from them," She explained, placing the glass down on the table, her drink a quarter empty. "Tell me, Jack, why am I here?"
Jack sighed and placed his glass down beside her's before seating himself on a chair. He gestured a seat for her to sit, she protested and decided to stand. He nodded and started, "I have been watching you. Even when you were at you farm-home. I have always been watching you. Watching you grow from a weed to a beautiful flower."
Julianna, at first, took "weed" as offensive but felt herself flattered when he said "watching her grow to a beautiful flower". "Sir, I am flattered, but weed? Really?"
The killer knew he made a mistake, a huge mistake for women were cautious about their looks, even in their youthful life. He coughed an apology as he was not able to directly without having it to be awkward.