Blame me for binge watching unsolved murders on Youtube. And some of the stuff is from the story itself, but some others are just fictional.

-Pumpkin

1888

Rain fell on the cobble streets of Whitechapel as the clapping of thunder roared through out the dark and stormy night. It was somewhere in the early days of the cold November. Another murder has been reported.

Four harlots were murdered these past few months. This one was the most recent. A woman named Mary was murdered. Her heart was literally missing, her throat was severed down to the spine, and her abdomen almost had no organs inside of her.

"What are you thinking about lass?" The man in front of the female investigator asked her.

It wasn't everyday that you'd see a woman detective during this era. She fought for her education and knowledge owning every detective known in England. Her name was known throughout the country. Her (h/c) hair was always tied back or cut short, piercing (e/c) eyes that can be mistaken for a wolf's, strong physical features with a scary attitude that made men and women alike fear her, and the way she speaks out of everything smoothly with her charismatic voice.

"Nothing..." But tonight wasn't her night. "I just hope that Arthur hasn't done any black magic to track the killer."

The Scottish man in front of her laughed. He had messy red hair, emerald green eyes that illuminated like the lights in the north, thick red eyebrows, a permanent handsome smirk, and a thick cigar sticking out of his mouth. He was a womanizer. The stereotypical seductive detective with a raspy voice and a deceivingly sad back story.

They both worked together as an unlikely pair to the others, but they were powerful together. Both were charismatic and witty, and reckless in a fight.

"Why prepare your gun when there's no need of one?" The man asked.

"Always be prepared you twit." You scolded him.

"And here we have the famous detective, Miss (Full name), on her daily basis on preparing the things she doesn't need."

"Of course you need a gun Alistair dear." You polished your silver revolver and pointed it at his head. "You might lose your head when you don't have one around."

"Like the last time we went to the pub?" He chuckled.

"Shut up."

The two fought like cat and dog, but they have their similarities. Mostly in their history of brawls in the pubs.

The carriage slowly halted as (Y/n) peeked our out of the window. She saw Alistair's brother, Arthur, a young lad around sixteen or seventeen, outside dressed as a cultist like he always does to disguise himself. He was a polite young lad with the tongue of a pirate.

(Y/n) opened the door and got out first with the inch heels of her boots clacking against the cobble below. She fixed her coat and hat as her partner followed her out.

"Any reports other than the scene you've described?" She asked Arthur.

"Other than that, none." Arthur spoke in the English accent he grew up with.

"You sound like you work for the queen herself, brother." Alistair chuckled. "But we all know that you are the queen's guard dog after all."

Arthur rolled his eyes and signaled the two to follow him up a building where the murder was done.

The murders around has been quickly rising up. The so-called suspect was given an alias, Jack the Ripper. The victims have been found with missing organs. The only women who had no missing organs were the first and third victims. All of the victims have a similar trademark that indicated their murder. The Ripper had severed them on their throats and stole organs.

The first still had all of her organs, the second's uterus was missing, the third looked like the assault was interrupted due to the lack of cuts on the abdomen, the third's left kidney was missing along with a part of her uterus, and the most recent had all of her organs missing including the heart.

Most of it didn't make any sense. Was it a clue or a message? Clearly the message was to stop being a harlot since the five were prostitutes. The gumption always had sense, but it would never be deep enough to understand.

"Here."

Arthur opened the door of the crime scene.

The blood was already dry and flies were already flying around the untouched corpse. It was a sick crime scene as always.

"Are there any eye witnesses?"

"Everyone I've asked told me that they were either drunk or too scared to see the Ripper." Arthur crossed his arms and looked at the corpse.

"Have you done any of your talents on the body?"

Arthur's cheeks suddenly turned pink. Alistair sighed.

"You spent a night with her before, didn't you?" Alistair shook his head.

"I did not!" Arthur yelled at him. "I was simply flustered by your inappropriate question!"

"Oh, so little Ol' Arthur has a dirty mind heh?"

(Y/n) neared the body and examined it ignoring the two bickering men in the room.

"The murder may look messy, but if you look at the cuts..." She signaled for the two brothers to come over. "The cuts were done neatly, not like an amateur killer's work."

"The lad must have some experience then." Alistair blew out smoke as the lightning struck. "He's not just some novice or idiot who's trying to get attention."

"He's got bigger plans, bigger than Europe herself." (Y/n) suddenly had her eyes filled with realization. "They all had their throats severed right?"

"Yes, why?"

"Remember the last one before we've heard about the Ripper- uh what's her name again- ah! Lucy!" (Y/n) stood up and looked at Alistair. "She had a deep slash on her throat, the last one before her had a slash too."

"And they all have missing organs." Alistair puffed out some smoke and placed his chin between his index and thumb.

"The cuts were also clean and are used by the same knife."

Then (Y/n)'s eyes widened and looked at the others.

"Do you think that he may be part of a cult?"

Suddenly a blood curling scream was heard outside.

All of them ran out of the building and into the heavy cold rain. (Y/n) looked at the scene to find another corpse. This time, they meet him.

"To answer your questions Lady (Last name)." It was him, the Ripper. "I am the demon of the cult."

The Ripper would've looked very humane if it wasn't for the large bat wings and tail. He had blood red hair, pale white skin like porcelain, mischievous glowing green eyes, and fangs sticking out of his smirk. The sick part was that he could've looked like a relative of Arthur and Alistair.

She pulled her gun out and pointed at the demon.

"Why would you even hunt for your food here? Isn't Hell's kitchen wonderful for you?" She rose an eyebrow at him.

"What can I say? Being the succubus for women was always a charm." He dropped the knife he used for the killings.

He started to walk towards you with the clicking of his heels following him.

"How about I try charming you?" He was right in front of her. "You'd make a fine and tasty sacrifice~."

He lifted her chin up and aligned his eyes with hers. She gritted her teeth and pulled her gun out of her pocket and pressed it against his chest.

"You know that won't kill me, love." He chuckled huskily.

"I can't kill you..." She pulled the gun's hammer down. "But I can still hurt you."

She pulled the trigger as the demon backed away with a hole on his chest dripping with black ooze.

"(Y/n)!" Her Scottish partner ran to her side.

"I know that you have your guns with you." She cut his words off as she reloaded.

"A lot of people may doubt in your skills with combat, but I don't." He smirked and took out his guns out of his pockets.

"Arthur, get some holy water in the chapel down the street!"

Arthur nodded as he ran for the chapel.

(Y/n) looked at the demon who was growling at the both of them.

"That ol' chap's not going to give up huh..."

She took off her hat and coat.

"What a surprise..." The demon's words dripped with sarcastic venom. "The country's greatest detective is a demon hunter."

"Watch your words lad." Alistair spoke. "You just pissed off the greatest partner in history too."

The demon laughed and gave the two a cheshire smile.

"This will be very fun indeed."

Fun fact: This is a fucking preview for another fanfic ha!
I should stop with the fanfics I've already got two X Readers and a HongIce one going on... *sighs*
Be prepared for this one!
Auf Wiedershen for now!

-Pumpkin