The Hour of the DeadA Story by KellyA detective and her companions track down a serial killer on the loose in the streets of Victoria London.The
Hour of the Dead A scream sliced through the quiet
streets of London, filling its fogged air with the dreaded anticipation of the
events that will and have taken place. This was not a normal scream that
resulted from a surprise pedestrian or victim of a petite crime. This was not a
scream that came from the throat of a vict.im of rape or mugging. This scream
came from the mouth of the act of pure, carnal evil. This scream was
premeditated. Desperate. As if the victim was waiting for the moment when the
pain was too much so they could bellow their lungs out into the abandoned
streets above. To let somebody, anybody,
know that were once alive and this was their last chance to tell someone"even
if it was just the ghost of the cemetery whom they will surely join. This
scream was raw with pain and worn thin with terror. But unfortunately for this
victim, their desperate, pain-ridden scream fell on deaf ears and eventually
faded out into the sleepy streets.
Black,
sightless orb-like eyes stared into nothingness. The rain, which was falling in
sheets, slipped into, and quickly overfilled the mouth that was opened to form
a ghastly O. The body was completely
destroyed. If it was not for the long blood soaked hair that sprung out
rebelliously on the side of what is supposing to be the face, and the scraps of
filthy material that one that could possibly mistake as some kind of dress that
clung to the body to its body, one would not be able to tell if the body was
male or female. The word “mutilated” was far too gentle of a word to describe
this vulgar display of killing. Captain Jai Fon of the Scotland Yard
bent over the eye-cringing worthy body. Her 5’4 pixie- like frame seem to grow
in intensity as her sharp piercing eyes bore holes into the body. Her long dark
hair was tied back as usual in a braid that laid down her back, and her rather
long bangs draped loosely in front of her deep grey eyes. At first glance at
the young commander one’s immediate thought would be that she was just merely a
curious girl at a crime scene dressed in her father’s Scotland Yard’s uniform
and captain’s badge. But when they finally looked into her eyes, said person
automatically dismisses all and any foolish thoughts of prejudice assumptions.
For once they look into those strikingly intense and uncomfortably serious
storm-grey eyes, they are suddenly overcome with the unnatural (or natural feeling depending on who it is)
that they had said or done something. Much like what a child feels in the
presence of an elder they admire dearly"ghastly intimidating. Jai Fon’s vexing thoughts jumbled
together and ran into one another inside her drain as she surveyed the body in
front of her. The many troubling thoughts she was trying to keep in check was
suddenly jolted to a halt by a loud commotion. Spinning around the constable
sought out the noise that rudely disturbed her. She found her offender, 2nd
in command, Gene Blackstone. His thick glasses that almost covered his entire
face hanged at the tip o his nose and threaten to fall off at the slightest of
movements. His blonde hair that was usually shoved back behind his head now
fell loosely in front of his thin face; and his tall stick-like fame kneeled
painfully over a fallen crate, whom Jai Fon concluded was the culprit of the
ungodly ruckus"that, and the incompetent Blackstone, that is. “Oh, for the love of the Queen!
Blackstone, what do you think you are doing?” Captain Jai growled to her
hopeless 2nd in frustration. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and
bring me a lamp so I can see better.” The Chief in Command snapped. “Yes Ma’am!” Gene Blackstone barked
out like a loyal dog, completely oblivious to the fool he is making of himself
in the eyes of his captain. Pushing up his glasses to the bridge if his nose,
Blackstone rushed forward ahead to retrieve the gas lamps, once he did he
trotted back to his Captain’s side. Obediently the young man stuck the burning
gas lamp in Jai Fon’s face, but instead of taking it the captain just stood
there in front of the body, her brow frowning deeply in confusion. “Um….Captain?” Gene inquired,
becoming a bit annoyed that he was once again being ignored. Suddenly Jai Fon
turned on her heels and started to head in the opposite direction, towards to
horse-drawn carriages. “Come Blackstone.” Jai Fon ordered
over her shoulders as she walked briskly away. “Where are we going?” the young man
asked as he finally caught up to his captain who, by now, already had one foot
into to carriage. His voice was filled with much urgency as he feared what his
answer may be. Without turning around towards to
puzzled man, Jai answered him with an exasperated sigh, as if the answer was
the most obvious one of all. “We are going to visit an old friend
of mine, Vhaidra Arcadus.”
“Y…you
mean as in C-Cerberus, t-the dog of Hell?” Gene trembled in his question once
they were safely of the cart and trotting down the cobblestone roads towards
the wooded area of the town. Jai remained silent as she starred
out the small curtained window unto the black forest ahead. She was too busy
contemplating her next move to pay any heed to Blackstone. Despite the protest
of her pride Jai knew that she was way over her head in this case. It seemed
like every move she makes in this little game of theirs the suspect was always
two steps ahead of her"as if he already knew her next move, even before she
even thought of making it. Tonight’s
killings being no different, almost as if he was taunting her, the killer
changed his tactics, killing a woman who did not fit his profile in the
slightest. For the past few weeks the criminal’s only victims seemed to be low
priced women of the night. Jai assumed that these women were his prime prey,
but when he took the life of a baker’s young wife, a simple girl whom Jai seen
around at the local bar, she knew that her premature assumptions were
completely wrong. Of course Jai knew that no matter how different tonight’s
killings were from the other victims this was the doing of the criminal she has
been chasing for the past month. For, he put his infamous signature upon the body,
marking her as his own, just as he did with the prostitutes" simple circle with
a jagged line in the middle of it etched into the victim’s lower abdomen where
her intestines would be. Said woman’s vital organs viciously ripped out, sowed
back together, and signed. Jai was not a fool; she knew that tonight was a
warning to her, the killer’s sadistic way of telling her that since she had no
fear in getting too close in this case then he had no fear in taking his game
to a new level if it is at the expense of Jai’s distress. Because of this, Jai
also understood the desperate state of this man, a man who could jump to such
extreme measures was a dangerous creature. And Jai knew that she was not such a
prideful fool to ask for help when she needed it. This man was playing a deadly
cat-and-mouse game with her and she had enough knowledge to know that she had
no way to win his twisted game unless she got on his level and think as his
sadistic mind dose. So it was time to fight fire with fire. And who is better to
go up against a crazed serial killer than the Hound of Hell herself, “Cerberus”
Vhaidra Arcadus? The infamous “they” say that the
bandit Vhaidra Arcadus was literally a demon born in hell. That she guarded
that gates of Hades and Satan was her master (hints the nick-name, “Cerberus”).
They say this not because she is a woman who has sinned, but because of her
reputation in the lower parts of London. They speak not out of disgust or ill
taste towards her, but out of respect and righteous fear. It is said that the
one thing one should not do in their short live is to cross blades with
Vhaidra, it is rumored that she literally unleash the doors of Hell in the heat
of battle with one swing of her sword. Because of this her reputation has
became well known throughout London that she is a bandit and modern day
swashbuckler, however, oddly enough none of that bothered Jai Fon, for she had
been through a lot with Vhaidra to let frightful accusations and past
experiences get in the way of their friendship. An odd duo they make indeed: A
justice pursuing Scotland Yard investigator and an infamous outlaw. The
Gods must have had a hand in this partnership of parings, Jai thought with
a smirk as they reared her dear friend’s home. The Arcadus manor was a fairly large
estate that sat on top of an unreliable looking cliff that overlooked the sea.
The tall, ancient domain looked as if it was about to tip of the rocks at any
sudden shift of the wind and go plunging into the unsympathetic sea below in
any minute. Fortunately for its resident, the mansion never did and most likely
never would. The house was built about five hundred years ago by the current
Arcadus at the time in the memory of their mother country far east. Jai
remembered Vhaidra telling her that the house was made to be an exact replica
of the original one in Romania that no longer stands. She is reminded of this
as she lays her gaze upon the entrance, its massive double doors standing
ancient yet proud while showing off its Gothic design that were ever so popular
to the high-classed nobles at the time. Jai reached her hand out to knock on
the door, but before her fist made contact with the wood the door had already
began to slowly creak open. Thinking quickly, Gene suddenly grabbed Jai by her
forearm to stop her from entering the house. “Are you sure about this, Captain?”
Gene continued. “I mean… you know what they say about Cerberus.” The 2nd
gestured toward the manor with a nod of his head. Jai, not fazed by his warning
roughly pulled her arm out of Gene’s hand. “Blackstone, I have been friends
with Vhaidra since long before you
were even joined the Yard.” Jai spoke as-a-matter-of-factly, putting great
infancies on her companion’s name. She never truly liked the nick-name
“Cerberus”; she felt it served Vhaidra no true justice at all. “I trust her with my very life, and
I suggest you do the same and--” “Come in.” A husky whisper of a
voice spoke from deep inside the house. Even though the voice was hushed it was
spoken with such authority that Jai did not hesitate a moment as she obeyed the
order and stepped into the large house. Gene, on the other hand, trusted the
mysterious voice as much as he did the killer they have been chasing and
decided to stay right where he was. But after waiting outside for a few minutes
and realizing that his captain was not going to come rushing back outside to
him, Gene decided that it was probably in his best intentions if went inside,
despite going against his best judgments. Besides, it made him simply
physically sick to know that his captain was in the hands of that…demon. “Ah, Jai Fon, what do I owe the
pleasure of your presence?” The same husky velvet voice echoed
throughout the great walls, filling it with the black silk that was Vhaidra
Arcadus’s words. The room that Jai and Gene, who only just recently arrived in
(running into Jai in the process) was extraordinarily large, where one could
accurately assume that it was where the Arcadus once held grand balls. In front
of Jai was a great black and red carpeted stairs and perched on top was a
figure in all black. Upon further examination Gene could clearly see that this
was the obvious owner of the Arcadus household. Vhaidra had on a finely
tailored, black as night suit; the only color that her attire allowed was a
splash of red that her neck sash illuminated. The blackness of her hair rivaled
the darkness of her suit as it hanged loosely in front of her pale face and
draped lazily across her shoulders and down her back in a stunning display of
length. She was strikingly beautiful with sharply handsome facial features that
gave her a slightly more intense look. However, Gene thinks that it was her
eyes that made him know for sure that this was the demon legend spoke so
fearfully about. Her eyes were the color of burnt August, a dark orange that
glowed zealously like the setting sun before twilight. Her black pupils were
full and wide, giving her a more predatory look to her, like a panther that
could pounce at any moment. From the way she carried herself, Gene could
clearly see that this creature used her body like that of the great feline she
takes so much after, she was a living weapon; and Gene could tell this just by
looking at her once. Suddenly, he did not feel so well and wanted to get out of
the house as fast as he came in. Jai, on the other hand, was
completely unfazed by Vhaidra’s intimidating presence and walked calmly up to
her as if she was not a force to be reckoned with at all. Reaching out she
hastily grabbed the hell dog’s forearm as Vhaidra did the same. “It has been too long, my old friend.” Jai grinned as she shocked
Vhaidra’s arm. “I couldn’t agree with you more!”
Vhaidra countered, sporting the same smirk as her comrade. Suddenly she stopped
shaking Jai’s hand and opted for a more forward approach. Pulling the young
captain by her arm Vhaidra captured Jai in a friendly hug. It was an awkward cough from behind
them that interrupted the friend’s long awaited reunion. Entangling themselves
from one another’s arms the duo turned to see Gene nervously squirming in his
spot and avoiding eye contact. Finally, with another nervous clearing of his
throat, he spoke. ‘T-this is v-very nice, and all, but
don’t we have more important matters
to attend to?” He asked in his natural meek tone. This time his eyes remained
strictly on Jai’s as he tried hard to ignore the glowing orange ones. Vhaidra’s
eyes widen at the newcomer and her back stiffen. “Of course.” The master of the house
drawled, her voice easing out into a slight growl that her slick Romanian
accent tried to smooth out. “But he
stays here.” This time her native tongue did little to nothing to hide her
clear distaste she has towards the young lieutenant. Seeing that things could
get quickly out of control, Jai agreed to Vhaidra’s conditions. “Yes, of course. Blackstone, stay.”
Jai commanded of her subordinate as if he was a dog and she the master. Gene
was about to protest but decided against it when he felt those burnt eyes fall
from his captain to him. Resignedly he held his tongue and backed away from the
two women as they turned their backs on him and walked away in the opposite
direction. “What do you have against my
partner?” Jai Fon lightheartedly laughed as she settled herself into a
comfortable large black chair next to her standing friend. Turning towards the
fireplace Vhaidra shrugged nonchalantly. “I do not know. He has an odd smell
to him that unsettles me slightly. You know I have greater senses than most
when it comes to smells.” She explained.
“Blackstone?” Jai questioned in
disbelief. “Oh, he is harmless. Stupid, yes, but most defiantly harmless, I
assure you.” “Hum. I still do not like him.”
Vhaidra huffed out defiantly. “As I recalled you did not like any of my friends.” Jai playfully
bantered back. “Ancient history.” The house owner
shot back with a coy smirk. The good-natured grin she had been sporting quickly
slipped from her lips and was replaced with a more serious one. Seeing this Jai
sat up in her seat and gave her companion the undivided attention a she
realized that it was now time for a more serious conversation. “The Ripper.” Vhaidra spoke up
before Jai could think of a way to form her troubling thoughts. “What? The ripper? What is that?”
Jai deadpanned, trying to see what Vhaidra was getting at. “Not ‘what’,” Vhaidra explained. “Who. The Ripper is what the people are
calling the killer now. You know, because he is ripping out their most…
valuable parts.” The count grimaced. “H-How did you know that he did
that?” Jai stammered in disbelief. “That bit of information is highly
classified. Not even those vulture journalists know about it. Well, yet anyways.” “For argument’s sake, let us just
say that I have my ways.” Vhaidra smirked darkly. “The bodies have been that of
prostitutes, but lately it does not seem that way at all. It seems that the
Ripper has changed his tactics and has started to simply kill girls at the
random, but they all seem to end the way, completely baron and marked.” “Let me guess, your ways told you that?” The detective
smiles a humorless smile. “Yes, as-a-matter-of-fact, they
have. However, it is that symbol of his that bothers me the most.” Vhaidra
trailed off lost in thought. Jai Fon, for her part, paid little heed to her
distracted friend; she was too busy being annoyed at that fact that her
companion probably knew more about this case than she did. The investigator
quickly dismissed her irritated thoughts, concluding that is was not Vhaidra’s
fault that she knew more about this; she was
a great influence in the lower parts of the city, after all, and could easily
get the information she needed without anyone being the wisest. Jai just wished
that her police force was that accurate and dependable. “Okay, let us do this.” Vhaidra
finally spoke up. “I want to take a closer examination of tonight’s body. Maybe
we can find some clues as to why he chose the wife of a baker to take the life
of.” “What! Are you telling me that you
have not already done that?” Jai gasped in mock surprise. “Ha. Even my resources fall a bit short when it comes to actually looking at
the body at the grave keeper’s"without breaking the law, of course.” “As if you have let that has stopped
you before.” Jai added in artificial bitterness. Skillfully, Vhaidra ignored
the slightly annoyed tone in Jai’s voice as she stepped closer to her. “That being said, I do also know
that you fear that tonight’s victims may mean that he is closer to you than you
like; I too feel the same fear that you might be in danger. And I refuse to let anything happen to you,
not if I am still alive to have a say in it, that is.” Vhaidra’s voice dropped
to a darker tone, underlining her seriousness. With just as much intensity
shadowing her own eyes, Jai gave her friend a bare node and a warm smirk that
light up her gray eyes despite the somber nature behind her words. “I can say the same to you, my old
friend. So, what are we waiting for?”
After
almost physically ushering Gene into
the carriage and ordering him to go home by insisting that they were finished
with his help for the night, Jai followed Vhaidra to her black horse. Upon
saddling the great beast (for Vhaidra refused
to ride in a carriage and swore that this way was much faster) the duo was off,
racing through the woodlands towards the cornel’s workshop. Ironically enough,
the cornel’s lab was in a graveyard, under a tomb (whose tomb it belonged to
was unknown even to its inhabitants). After helping Jai off the horse and
tying him to a lone gravestone, Vhaidra lead the young detective into the
lavatory that that was the cornel’s workspace. It amazed Jai how someone could
fit an entire lab underneath someone’s grave; but she supposed that was Alyth
the grave keeper for you. He was well known for his “ways” with the dead. On
top of that he was a great source for research gathering. Jai guessed it was
not true what they say about the dearly departed, “Dead man tells no tales,”
for, the dead surely told Alyth tales, reliable
tales, at that. Speaking of the devil, Jai found the grave-keeper hunched over
the dead body of a girl, his dirty blonde hair falling wildly around his
shoulders and his blue eyes sparkling madly as he looked at the newcomers. “Well as I live and breathe, if it
isn’t me ol’ friend, Vhaidra Arcadus!” Like a candy-happy child Alyth jumped up
and rushed towards the tall woman in black. “And it seems you brought a little
friend with you, as well.” Alyth smirked and his eyes filled with mirth as they
grazed over Jai Fon. Frowning, the captain did not fail to notice the way he
put great infancies on the word “little” as she starred up into his 6’3 frame. “Captain Jai Fon of the Scotland
Yard, the pleasure is all mines.” Like the gentleman he liked to pretend that
he was, Alyth gently grasped the slightly startled detective’s hand and placed
it to his lips to give it a soft kiss. “Vhaidra, you did not tell me that
you kept such pleasant company. Now, what can I do for you, my old friend?” Ignoring her friend’s playful banter
and roughly taking Jai’s away from his mouth, Vhaidra decided to straight to
the point. “We want to see this night’s
killing.” The count of the Arcadus manor spoke in indifference, but despite
herself it came out as an order. “Oh! You mean this one!” Alyth
giggled as he moved back to the body he was only previously examining before
the women arrived. “Yes, this little girl has got to be
me favorite one, indeed! But not like the others, she’s not. This one is
already marked by another, that she is.”
Jai frowned at Alyth’s manor of speaking in confusion. Sometimes the
things he said made no scenes at all. This was the one thing she did not like
when her people got information from him; when he spoke, it was in rhythms.
However, Vhaidra seemed to understand what he meant clearly enough as she
reacted to his news with great animation. “What! Let me see!” Alyth led the
duo back to the body. Vhaidra bent to one knee to take a closer look at it; she
did this for a very long time without moving a single inch from her spot. “I do not understand.” Jai finally
spoke up to voice her confusion. “It is just like the others except she is not
a prostitute. You already knew that Vhaidra, what else are you looking
for?” To Jai it was the same body she was
just looking at for hours, not too long ago. The same dead girl she knew form
the pub, the wife of a baker. The same wild bloodied hair. The same wounds. The
same…wait, what is that? Along the side of the naked girl’s waist was an oddly
shaped scar. It looked like a fishermen’s hook or a question mark without the
dot and an enlarged base. It was about an inch in length and width. Jai Fon’s
eyes widen in recognize and a surprise gasp escaped her lips. Vhaidra, who was
standing close to Jai’s side, followed the detective’s gaze to the mark on the
deceased girl’s hip. Vhaidra’s black eyebrow casted down in anger and instead
of a gasp like the one her friend produced, a low growl seeped from her
snarling lips. Conflicting thoughts swamped through her head as she surveyed
the familiar symbol, but before she could act upon these tempting thoughts
Vhaidra felt the presence next to her shift slightly and before Jai could hit
the ground Vhaidra caught her gently around her waist and pulled her closer to
her; her hand strongly supporting her friend’s lower back. “Are you alright?” Vhaidra asked
the detective, her voice laced with worry for her friend’s well-being. Ever so
gently Vhaidra slowly eased Jai to a closed coffin that was close by on the
floor so that she could have a steady place to sit down on. “Y-yes.” Jai stammered out. “Just a
little lightheaded, I suppose.” She trailed off, not looking Vhaidra in the
eye. “What is wrong? Tell me what
happened.” Vhaidra’s voice was urgent and filled with authority that was
expected to be followed. “It…it is just seeing the girl’s
dead body up close. I-I don’t know what came over me. I-I just couldn’t-” “Shhh.” Vhaidra cooed calmly. “It’s
alright. Come on, let me take you home. You need some rest.” She slowly lifted
Jai off the coffin. “N-no. I’m okay, honest. I just need
some fresh air, that’s all.” Jai gave Vhaidra a weak smile. With a great sigh
Vhaidra reluctantly gave in. “Alright. Just as long as you promise you will go straight home and get some rest.” She
ordered sternly. “Aye, aye Captain!” Jai playfully
barked with a small smirk. “I’ll stay here with Alyth and take
a closer look at the body.” “Right. See you when the sun’s up.”
Jai waved back to her friend. Vhaidra watched her comrade as she exited the
tomb. She was reluctant to let her go, but decided it was most likely for the
best. She was the police captain of the Scotland Yard, after all. She would be
safe.
While walking through the graveyard,
across forgotten tombstones and over fallen leaves, Jai realized that it
probably was not in her best judgment to leave Vhaidra so suddenly like that;
mostly due to the fact that she was the detective’s ride here. But Jai could
not think straight enough to turn back around. The only thing that was on her
mind was the sight of what was tattooed on the dead girl’s body. The hook with
the long line attached to its end. It looked just like the one that was on
Jai’s own body. It was even in the same spot!
Except Jai’s was slightly bigger and faded black with age. The detective knew
that that is was no coincidence that a deceased girl would have the exact wound
upon her body as her birthmark. It was clear as day upon the body, down to the
last jagged detail. Cold chills ran down Jai’s back as
she replayed the picture in her mind. And what did the Ripper have to do with
this? Jai questioned. It was obvious that this was his kill, but why would he
put that symbol on her body like
that? In the same spot as the investigator’s? It is possible that he knew even
that about her? But how is that possible? Nobody knew about the eerie birthmark
of hers, not even Vhaidra! Jai thought to herself wildly. The sound of dogs barking madly
brought Jai back from her thoughts. Startled, Jai looked around and noticed she
was standing in an alley way. With a start Jai realized that she must have
found her way back into town without noticing it. Taking a well needed breath
Jai looked around, trying to see if she could see the end of the alley. With a
defeated sigh Jai gave up, it was just too dark for her to see her way around.
She could barely see her hand in front of her face, and that was only thanks to
the moon, full and bright in the sky. While thinking about the moon, Jai looked
up onto the sky, expecting to see the moon large and proud in the night, but
instead Jai saw a large dark figure dropping from the sky; and it was heading
right towards her! Its black silhouette against the pale moon made it look like
a giant bat, but the moment it swooped gracefully down in front of her, Jai
could clearly see that it was a man in a black suit and cape. His face was
covered with an ominous white mask that made his resemble that of the walking
dead with their forever frozen emotionless expression. Jai reared back and
prepared for conflict. “Who are you?” the captain ordered. Instead of answering her, however,
Jai saw the gleam of metal and knew that it was the shine from a silver revolver
in the gloved hand of the masked figure. Without hesitation Jai dove herself to
the side of the alleyway before the gunfire went off; when it finally did Jai
was relieved to find out that she moved out of the way just in time as she took
a second to survey the bullet hole the villain left in the slab of brick right
where her head previously was. Speaking of villains, spinning quickly around
Jai sought out the masked man that was nearly the death of her; this was a very
difficult task given the predicament that the villain was able to blend nearly
perfectly in the dark alley. Just to prove her point, the man slipped behind
her and throws a hard kick to her lower back, sending her tumbling painfully
forward to her knees. Like a feline, Jai did not let that slow her down as she
once again sprigged to her feet and readied herself in a fighting stance
against her foe. This
man is strong. Jai concluded to herself as she strained her eyes to scan
the black alley. And fast too, I wonder" Jai was not able to finish her thought
as a blinding pain scorched her arm. With a scream that should have woke the
dead the more shocked than pained Jai dropped to the ground and cradled her
throbbing arm to her chest, which is by now bleeding out profoundly. He
must have sliced my arm when I wasn’t looking. Jai thought in mild
surprise. Speaking of which, said man was standing not a foot away from her and
there she was lying on the ground, defenseless now that he had wounded her in
the way he did, and the kick to her back he delivered earlier was starting to
work its influence as the back-lash of pain reeled its head and temporally
stalled the detective with nearly crippling discomfort she did not feel before.
The masked man took a painfully slow
step forward and cocked his head to the side in his study of the fallen Yard
member. That
b*****d! Jai thought in a sudden burning fury that lit her belly on fire in
its rage. He’s enjoying this! Seeing me
down on my knees, weak; this is what he wanted all along! The dirty scoundrel
is playing with me! In her bitter rage she did not notice
that her helpless position had steadily faded from the villain’s interest and
the detective’s death was his new concern. With the gleaming shine of the man’s
weapon drawing Jai’s attention back to him the Scotland Yard captain finally
understood his motive when she heard the trigger c**k back with an evil,
metallic, click. Jai looked up into
the nuzzle of the silver gun and further unto the arm that was attacked to the
murderous hand; she saw a white sleeve with what appeared to have red stains on
it. How
amusing, Jai thought humorlessly. That
one should notice the smallest of insignificant detail before they died. The detective knew that running was
useless in her condition and would only lead to a much faster death. For
whatever reason this man was not satisfied with a deeply wounded officer,
instead he seemed hell-bent on her death, so with a defeated frown, Jai bent
her head in resignedly defeat and waited for the sound of gun fire…Nothing came.
Instead she heard the sound of a deep animal-like grunt that only a man could
make and a large THUD. Opening her eyes Jai gasped at what
she saw. Vhaidra stood there in her immediate view, crouching protectively in
front of her, her dark orange eyes blazing like hell’s fires in their feral
anger and her long hair flowing freely around her adding to her wild and
dangerous appearance. The two and a half feet long cutlass she held like a
pirate only intensified her intimidating stance. Looking beyond Vhaidra, Jai
saw the masked figure lying on the ground. It did not take long for the
captain’s reasoning skills to tell her that her friend must have literally
dropped down from the sky"right on top of the villain! Just then said villain began to stir
and rise unsteadily to his feet. It took him a while to properly compose
himself, but once he did he was now staring into the livid eyes of one ticked
off bandit. Just to prove her point, Vhaidra let out a growl that rose in
pitch. To Jai"and probably the masked man, too" it sounded like someone had
opened the doors to the underworld onto a battlefield and the beasts of hell
unleashed their mighty cry of war upon their unfortunate enemies. Acting on
sheer instincts, the awful, ominous, masked ghost of a creature did the only
thing a ghastly figure like himself could do. He took off running down the
alley as if his life depended on it; and in this case, it most certainly did. Hum.
Jai smiled weakly. That is what he
deserves for angering the Hound of Hell. That was Jai Fon’s last, coherent
thought before everything faded into blackness.
When Jai woke up she found herself lying in a comfortable,
big bed. The black sheets that were wrapped securely around her were warm and
the crimson red pillows were soft and plush with feathers. The only thing Jai
wanted to do was to curl up inside the beautiful bed and go back to sleep, but
her sore body prevented it. Looking around Jai took notice at how large the
room really was; she could put her entire house inside this Godly sized
chamber! It was dark, save for the barely light candles that surrounding the
walls and bed stand. Letting her gaze wander, Jai was reminded of the room of a
medieval king’s chamber she had seen in illustrated books. Wait,
this is Vhaidra’s room. Jai realized in mid shock. How did I get here? “It is good to see that you have
finally awakened.” Vhaidra spoke softly to her dazed companion from the foot of
the bed. “How… how did I get here?” Jai
questioned “You do not remember? You were attacked
by a stranger in a mask and were wounded in confrontation with him. You lost a
lot of blood and soon consciousness as well. I took you back here to heal your
wounds; you were awake partially for that. Do you not recall any of it?”
Vhaidra inquired with deep worry. “Yes… now I think it is coming back
to me… I was walking…and a man….and he…he…my arm!”Jai babbled out as memories
came back flying into her mind. Unconsciously she grabbed her forearm. “How did you heal my arm?” Jai
looked down at her appendage, she was expecting to see some kind of scar or
bandage, but instead all she saw was the clear, pale skin of her flesh. Vhaidra
laughed at Jai’s wide-eyed child-like expression. “It is an old family secret to
healing wounds, one of which you need"” Vhaidra was interrupted by a loud gasp
from Jai Fon. “What! What is it?” Vhaidra
demanded, her voice laced with concern and alarm. “Jai?” “The Ripper!” Jai exclaimed jumping
out of bed. “Where?” Vhaidra looked wildly
around the room as if she expected him to come crashing through her doors in
any second. “No. No, it was the Ripper who
attacked me!” Jai explained to her bewildered partner. “I did not realize it
until now, but it had to have been
him! Who else would have the motive to? But that is not the important part!”
Jai practically screamed in her excitement. “Then what is the important part?” Inquired Vhaidra impatiently, trying to see
where this was all going. “His sleeve. His sleeve! I noticed
that upon his sleeve it was red. Blood
red. I think that he has already killed someone before he came and attacked
me.” Jai finished. Her grey eyes were wide with her new realization as she
stared into slowly understanding orange ones. “My God. Then what are we around
standing here for?” Vhaidra grasped Jai by her hand and ushered her to the
door. “He is probably still somewhere out
there. We have to"” “Captain!” A shrill voice filled
with worry shout from the bottom floor. “It is just Gene.” Jai breathe in
annoyance to her friend. She gave her an apologetic look before yelling back
down to him, “I am here, in the main chamber, Blackstone!” Not a second past before Jai heard
the running footsteps of her second in command. The brass double doors swung
wildly open, revealing a very upset Gene Blackstone. “Captain! Captain! Are you alright?
What happened?” Gene fired questions at Jai. ‘What are you doing here?” Vhaidra questioned in blatant disgust. Nervously
Gene rolled up the arms of his coat; it unnerved him greatly to have her
starring to him in such a zealously murderous matter. Stammering, he answered. “When she did not return to Head
Quarters I got worried…” “So you came here?” Vhaidra’s orange eyes narrowed suspiciously. “O-of course I did! She is my
captain! It is my job to know where she is at all times!” Gene practically
yelled in frustration. “Are you alright?” He turned his
attention back to Jai; it took every ounce of his concentration not to look at
the livid beast beside him. “How is your arm? Are you sure you are going to be
okay, Captain?” Jai frowned in confusion, still
trying to clear her fuzzy head. Now irritated with Gene’s mosquito-like
behavior, Jai swatted him away. Taking Vhaidra’s hand she steadied herself. “We have got to get going.” She
spoke to Vhaidra, her voice filled with urgency. “The longer we wait, the
harder it will be for us to find him.” Vhaidra nodded her head in agreement. “Before you go, take this.” Vhaidra
reached into her chest coat pocket and pulled out a black revolver. She handed
it to Jai who took it gingerly. “What about you? I do not want to
see you get hurt.” The captain asked of her friend. With a knowing smirk
Vhaidra rested her hand on the sword that rested faithfully strapped to her
side. “Do not worry about me, I always
come prepared.” Vhaidra’s eyes wandered over to Gene who was standing off to
the side of the room, pretending not to be listening to the couple’s
conversation. “What about him?” Vhaidra grunted out to the lieutenant with a bare nod in his
general direction. “He is coming with us.” Jai spoke
hastily as she stalked towards the door. “Come let us not argue about it now.
We have more dire matters to attend
to.” With that Jai was out the door, leaving her 2nd in command and
her long time comrade glaring daggers at one another."Well one was glaring daggers while the other was simply trying to avoid
the daggers being thrown at him.
It did
not take long for the trio to reach town; once they did they all got out of the
carriage and began to look around for clues that the Ripper might have been
through. In all truthfulness, none of them knew what they were looking for,
just that they should be searching. Needless to say, such blind methods made
their quite difficult. That was until Vhaidra stopped dead in her tracks and lifted
her nose to the air. Taking a quick sniff of her surroundings she turned
towards her party. “Do you smell that? It is so
strong.” Without waiting for an answer she continued with another sniff. “It
smells like hot, liquid iron.” When her companions looked at her in confusion
it took yet another inhale of the air to confirm her sinking suspensions. “It is blood!” the count with the
advanced senses explained with great urgency. “Follow me!” With those words
Vhaidra took off in the direction that her nose told her to follow. Giving each
other a knowing look and nod Jai and Gene sprinted off after her. After a few twist and turn down
sleeping streets and through damp alleyways, Vhaidra finally stopped her mad
dash in a halt in front of an old shed that once belonged to a long abandoned
fishing port. Seeing this Jai skidded to a stop just barely stopping herself
before she ran into Vhaidra. Gene, on the other hand, did not have such self
control and went crashing into his captain, who in return bumped into Vhaidra.
Vhaidra, for her part, did not wavier form her spot, as-a-matter-of-fact she
did not even notice the Jai even ran into her. The count’s attention was on the
shed’s door. Her nose flared at the scent that was illuminating off in waves.
Without taking her eyes off the door Vhaidra reached behind her and gently
pushed Jai behind her, making sure that the young detective was securely close
enough to her. “Stay behind me.” She ordered. With
her other hand she slowly reached out and pushed the shed’s door open. The
smell that escaped from the shed was enough to cause Vhaidra to rear backwards
and cover her nose with the crook of her arm. Jai found herself thinking, as
she stared at the familiar body of her now slaughtered friend, that she was
lucky to be standing so close to Vhaidra as she would be able to catch her when
she falls. Never truer to her words, Jai felt her knees go numb and her body
pitched forward, and she would have hit the ground if it was not for Vhaidra
who was standing beside her to catch her fall. “Why?” all Jai Fon was able get out
as she went limp in Vhaidra’s strong arms. Why was this innocent girl lying in
a pool of her own blood in the middle of the floor with half of her organs
gutted out of her? Why was she in this God forsaken hut, dead, instead of where
she should be, in the pub with Jai
and Vhaidra, drinking and laughing about the good old days? Why wasn’t she there and why was she here, robbed of
her life? It just did not add up in Jai’s mind. “Why?” she asked again weakly to
herself. Vhaidra, who was still cradling the shocked Jai Fon, remained silent.
After a few moments of sustained silence, she finally spoke up. “I do not know.” She stated simply.
“Why don’t you ask Gene?” A moment of silence was all that
could be hear. “What?” was all Jai could whisper
out as her brain tried to desperately comprehend the situation that is
unfolding before her. “Why don’t you ask Gene?” she stated
calmly again. “He should know.” Gently releasing Jai, Vhaidra slowly turned towards
Gene. Her stance became taller and her
eyes glared wholes into the lieutenant’s soul. “Don’t you, Blackstone?” she spat his name out like it was a foul taste against
her tongue. “W-what are you t-talking about?”
Gene stuttered in disbelief. “You know very well what I am
talking about, Blackstone!” her voice sharpened in frustration. Her Romanian
accent grew heavier as her voice became more ridged and disdainful. “I know it
was you who did this, who killed Annabelle!” she motioned toward the dead body
that rested in the shed’s entrance. “My friend, Annabelle! Why don’t you tell Jai how
you did it?” She took a step towards him. “W-what!
You speak madness, woman! I did no such thing!” Blackstone yelled at Vhaidra,
he took a step backwards. “And besides you have no proof that I did such
ludicrous accusations that you are placing upon me!” he stumbled out. “Proof?” Vhaidra was no longer
yelling, as a matter of fact her voice dropped to an even, calm pitch. It
chilled Blackstone to the bone. “When Jai was hurt, how did you know to come to
my house?” “I-it is my job to know where my
captain is! That proves nothing!” “Hum, yes well you seem to do a lot
of things that your job requires when
it involves your captain, don’t you? When you got there you immediately asked
if her arm was ok. How did you know
that her arm was wounded? You were not there at the time of the incident. Well,
as you claim you were not.” Gene did not speak, but instead
looked everywhere but in Vhaidra’s eyes. Swiftly Vhaidra turned away from Gene
and towards Jai. “I can smell it on
him. The blood.” Her voice went below a whisper as she spoke the words for
Jai’s ears only. “I never liked him for a reason, I did not know why at first
until he came to my house this evening and I smelt the blood on him. It is the
different blood of his victims. Look at his sleeves--” Vhaidra’s voice was
drowned out by the sound of a bullet cursing through the night air. The Count’s
body dropped lifelessly to the ground. Jai let out a blood curdling scream
as she watched her friends body twitch for a second and then stop. She did not
know what to do as she watched Vhaidra‘s beautiful orange eyes fade out like a
candle light. She did not know whether to scream or cry or get angry.
Coincidently for her she did not have to make such discussions, Gene decided to
do it for her. “It was not my fault.” His voice was
just above a whisper but Jai heard him as clearly as if he were screaming. The
smoke from the barrel of the gun flew across his face, making it hard for Jai
to see his eyes through his thick specials. “I did it for you…I wanted you… I
wanted you to see me. I had to kill
them so that you could see what I could do! I wanted you to admire the clever
ways I killed those… those… harlots! I wanted you to praise the work I did in
your honor!” Gene babbled out in
hysteria. His voice dropped again and a shadow ran across his features. “But
you didn’t even know it was me"I was so close! But everyone was starting to get
in my way! I became invisible to you again. So I had to get rid of those wretched people who were blocking me
from you. Your friends. Annabelle. The dog.”
Blackstone jerked his head towards the dead body of Vhaidra on the ground. “But
you still don’t see me, do you.” He asked desperately, searching his captain’s
grey eyes for some kind of reassurance. “All you see is her!”Once again he shot Vhaidra a dirty look. “You mad man!” Jai suddenly
screamed. Hearing her voice all of a sudden startled Gene and he reared
backwards. Jai eyes shifted behind him for a second, as if searching for a way
to escape, but quickly reverted back to Gene. “You believe that killing off all
the people I love will make me think highly of you!” She shouted to her former
2nd. “You are delusional! And to me you are nothing and will always
remain that way in my eyes.” Her voice dropped as her shaking hand sneaked into
her breast pocket and pulled out the black revolver Vhaidra gave to her. Hands
trembling, she pointed the machine at Gene’s chest, but she could not find the strength
to shoot the man she once called partner. Gene sighed, “You just don’t get it
do you, Captain? Oh well, I suppose there is no changing it…” his blank,
soulless eyes fell upon Jai Fon. “Perhaps… It is time for you to die then… ” Jai braced herself, but instead of
hearing the sound of a gun firing she heard a sickening crack, and watched as
Genes head twisted completely around to his backside and his body dropped
lifelessly to the ground. “You know something, Blackstone?”
Vhaidra spoke up from behind him, rubbing her hands together. “You really are
nothing.” She smirked. “And, for the record, you are a terrible shot.” “My God.” Jai Fon breathed.”It took
you long enough. I could have died at the hands of that maniac! What took you
so long?” “Well excuse me if healing one’s
gunshot wound is more time consuming than it appears to be.” Vhaidra bantered
back. Gracefully she stepped over Gene Blackstone’s corpse and over to her
companion. “Yeah, yeah.” Jai rolled her eyes.
“Just remind me not to ring for you when I am in the hands of a villain. I
might have a better chance at creating a diversion myself.” “Wow.” Vhaidra deadpanned. “Some
gratitude for the woman who just saved you life.” “Hum.”
Jai answered as she and Vhaidra walked down the cobblestoned street together.
They fell into a comfortable silence as they walked shoulder to shoulder. Finally, Vhaidra broke the silence.
“So, what are you thinking about?” She asked, expecting an answer other than
nothing. Jai sighed. “I do not know. I was thinking
that the Ripper had something to do
with the symbol upon that girl’s body.” And
mines, she thought but did not say out loud. “What I mean is I know that symbol had something to do
with something out of the ordinary and I just wanted to know what it was,
that’s all.” She faltered. “Hum.” Vhaidra lightheartedly
hummed. “Well I suppose that is simply another mystery for another time.” The
infamous banded told the captain of the Scotland Yard Police Force.
Vhaidra
Arcadus walked briskly down her grand hallway that led to her basement door.
After walking down a long stairway Vhaidra finally came to a room. Yet another
overbearingly familiar chamber Vhaidra’s been in too many times before. With
sure steps Vhaidra stalked into the center of the room and looked down. In the
middle of her floor was a giant circle in the shape of a snake trying to devour
its own tail, and in the middle of the snake a star with the face of a beast.
Vhaidra, who did not appear to be bothered by the balsamic symbol upon the
floor, sat down at the nose of set and proceeded to dig into her jacket pocket,
producing a thin white piece of chalk with a skilled and knowing hand Vhaidra
began to write out different symbols at the five bases of the star. Once that
was finished, Vhaidra began to chant a few Latin phrases and suddenly the
candles around the circle burst into flames. After muttering a few more phases
Vhaidra reached across the beasts’ face with her chalk and began to draw on its
forehead. The symbol she drew was quite simple and she used it many times in
such incantations: a fishing man’s hook with an enlarge line at the base of it.
After a few moments of silence Vhaidra finally spoke up, this time instead of
ancient Latin her voice was its usual black velvet with her thick Romanian
accent underlining it like smoke. “Soon, very soon, child. You will be
ours… Jai Fon.” Vhaidra Arcadus spoke her name in a ghost of a whisper. The
eyes of the beast glow an evil blood red.
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