Nocturne

Sir, I am enclosing half a kidney that I took from a woman and that I have kept for you, the other part I fried and ate, it was very tasty. I can send you the bloody knife with which it was extracted, if you wait a bit. "

- Jack the Ripper

It was the year 1899 in the capital of England, it was a rainy and cold autumn night, a shadow was walking through the cobbled streets, a carriage was heading home, the horses could be heard walking slowly, the imposing Big Ben marked twelve o'clock. The night and a heartrending cry broke the silence that until now reigned in the streets.

The police officers immediately arrived where the scream occurred, on the scene there was an elegantly dressed woman, it was Lady Willemina Winchester, daughter of the Duche of Winchester, she had a cut on her neck that looked like two holes in the jugular vein, the blood ran from the neck to the beginning of the chest, her gray silk dress with garnet trimmings; They were stained with the blood that emanated from the wound on her neck, she had a grimace of terror on her face, which not even the best embalmer in London could erase.

It was the first murder of many that began to occur in the capital, always women of a young age, but from different social classes, rumors began to spread throughout the city, they even thought that it was a being of the night , a vampire come from inhospitable lands, which was impossible, those accounts of matrons and crazy old men or fantasy books were completely unreal.

He was a murderer, a murderer of women, who before killing he cut a lock of their hair, they were blonde or brown, brown, he did not have a specific taste,

The midnight killer, the newspapers began to announce, was on the front page of THE SUN newspaper.

A man read with interest what was published in the newspaper, he had on his work table many knives and scalpels, a hacksaw, bottles of chloroform and various substances for the preservation of corpses.

He put the diary aside, he needed to be careful, he couldn't raise suspicions, people were terrified, they even believed in vampires and other fantastic creatures, like the fairy Banshee, he laughed to himself.

Someone knocked on the door and took him out of the thoughts he had, he went to the door, it was Willemina Winchester's family, they were coming to collect the young woman's body.

Her father, the Earl of Winchester was at the door, his face was filled with such great sorrow that it could not be described, he was his youngest daughter, he had attended a dance with some friends, they did not understand what had happened, but They murdered her like other women in recent days, the police investigation was not over yet, but thanks to their influences they were able to give their little daughter a Christian burial.

The embalmer let the Earl of Winchester enter the premises, in a glass coffin adorned with gold trimmings, was Willemina, her pale face was reflected in terror, as if she had recognized the man or being hers who I had attacked her

I did everything possible, to remove that grimace of horror, I embalmed the body so that the police could find more things, but it is impossible, then the others arrived - he said pointing to the other coffins, from the expensive cedar to the cheap pine.

We will take her away, thank you for putting your knowledge and power in making my daughter - the Earl of Winchester's voice broke - thank you, Sir Walker, I hope to see you at the funeral, to say goodbye to my beloved daughter, Willemina- the man left. fired the embalmer and owner of the agency that provided funeral services.

The Winchesters' carriage carried Willemina's beautiful coffin with it, while the owner of the funeral home watched the carriage leave with a cynical smile on his lips.

In the Winchesters' house, her sister was crying inconsolably, her beloved sister had passed away, damn the time she had left her alone, her boyfriend Robert insisted that she stay a few more moments at the Staunton party ; She reluctantly accepted, she had to return to Willy as she affectionately told her sister, at that time Willy told her in a loving voice, "Don't worry Beth, I'll walk back, we're not far from home, a couple of blocks, it's the ten o'clock at night, the lights are strong to get home ”- those were the last words he had heard from his beloved Willy.

Elizabeth Winchester was a slim and tall woman with dark brown hair and pale skin, her sister Willemina was the opposite, with golden hair like gold, with blue eyes like the sea, with forms a little more defined than those of her sister, for her beauty and good character had many suitors, but none could win her heart, unlike her, Elizabeth

, who was engaged to Robert Jones, a town banker, noble by nature and deeply in love with his girlfriend Betsy, as he affectionately called her.

In the Scottland Yard offices, Detective Harry Macmillan, began to investigate the cases that were more frequent every day, all were young women, from seventeen to twenty, all of them had youth in common and that they lacked a lock of hair.

He had in his office the scarce evidence, a few photographs of crime scenes, drawings and even vampire cartoons, of something he was completely sure, that was done by a human, and he was someone who knew where to attack, supernatural beings did not exist, The science that he loved so much made him doubt about those nocturnal creatures, this was a man who hated the female gender, and he would find it.

The headlines read: STRIKE AGAIN! THE MIDNIGHT KILLER.

Now they were two women who were presumably servants of the night, they woke up on the nearby dock, both with looks of terror and those marks made with a fine-edged weapon.

A figure was walking along the pier, it was close to five in the morning, in a few hours they would find the women already bled, the cigarette smoke was coming out of their mouth, it was time to go home.