Jack’s End
Catfooting down the dank, blankwalled alley, the Ripper awaited the inevitable moment of screechings of nearby cats to muffle his final rush at the slattern limping mere yards ahead along the cobblestones.
“Got you!” he hissed, flinging an arm hard around her neck and grabbing her hair with the other hand.
But he stumbled as she dropped her full weight against him instead of trying to pull free, and he lost balance with her wig coming loose in his grip.
She’d turned into the crook of his elbow to free her windpipe. He caught only a glimpse of blazing eyes and her hand at her bosom and a flash of steel, and then lightening pierced the floor of his jaw and mouth, driving fire upward, filling his throat with what he’d always craved most…
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