All Chapters of The Victorian Society of Strange Ocurrances: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

London, 1863 A new morning in London, as cold as foggy as only the British Isles could be, the smell of baked goods, wet pavement, carriages making their rounds and the children screaming in the streets trying to sell the morning paper. And did they ever have the most intriguing of headlines to keep the readers interested "Lord Reginald found dead under mysterious circumstances" What a hook for readers that was, apparently one of the Queen's richest of friends was found dead it was impossible not to grab a copy. A young blonde noblewoman by the name of Elizabeth certainly thought so, quickly buying her paper and sitting at 'Mrs Marcy's tea shop' near one of the booths against the windows (the place where she and her mother would sit and where she was to meet her that afternoon) she quickly opened the designated page where all the information about this heinous crime happened. "Today at 5:30 the police found the body of Lord Reginald of Lincolnshire, at the night house establishmen

Kent guided Elizabeth through the complex, it was a three story building with a terrace included on top. They walked up to the second floor where they found a lounge area and then a large corridor that had separate rooms like a hotel would, but this where clearly for other types of adult needs. He didn’t stop until the reached the room where the murder happened and he opened the door for her, letting her walk in first. "Thank you, Mister Kent, you are very kind" she said as she stepped into the room "let us see what we have here". She looked at the room and took it in as if it was a picture, she studied the room: there was an outline on the floor around Lord Reginald's body, there was a vase knocked out on the floor smashed into small fragments and flowers around it, a painting slightly moved from its position; in addition to that a bed with the sheets taken off of it and bathtub that was not used. It was clear that this was a room used for discreet callings and Lord Reginald was

The young aristocratic woman sat in her usual booth at 'Mrs Marcy's tea shop', where she had been hours earlier.She gestured at the waitress and asked for her usual, as soon as she was gone she looked out the window seeing a thousand people going on with their day and as she looked she lost herself in thought.Her mind wandered to the crime scene and Lord Reignalds body, and how two sharp holes in his neck were vexing her, as to the nature of their existence.Her train of thought would be stopped by someone sitting in front of her, it was none other than her mother: Lady Diane.Well...I take it you have read the papers?!" Her mother said as he set her purse to the side, she then swiftly looked at the server and gestured to her to bring her usual as well."And I take you have also embarrassed your brother and me, by poking your nose at that den of damnation…the chief of police was kind enough to let me know." Lady Diane took a good look at her child, her dark green eyes fixed on the w

As they stepped a foot outside of the church they tried to get their bearings on what had happened to them recently, they looked at each other with a glance that was understanding, they both were on the same page: confused yet reassured in it.The thing that was nothing more than a loose theory, an excuse of sorts to continue with this case, had become a confusing reality that was hard to take in.But a steady voice inside their heads told them to believe the nun and do as she asked because she might be on the money on the death of Lord Reginald."Well then…that was quite…enlighting" Elizabeth said breaking the silence, Thomas Kent nodded positively in response, he was still a little in shock at what the Sister had told them."She seems to be sure of herself" while walking down towards the main road "not a shred of doubt on that woman.""It was quite the excitement…" Elizabeth said looking puzzled for the first time since Mr Kent had known her "while I tend to be very open minded I am

The disguise worked like a charm, she was even treated to a ‘sir’ on the way in and her partners in monster hunting could tell that she was enjoying herself.The place looked better than it did in the morning, it was clearly meant to be enjoyed at night and with all the implications that come with it. The Night Rose was working near its limits of capacity.No doubt that most people there were here for gossip, drink, entertainment or companionship, no matter what a man had died in it 24 hours ago, the poor maids tried to put a brave face on and look amicable but it was clear that these women could barely do their job…clear to Elizabeth at least.Henry spoke in a whisper "I will go first taking the east of the place" he then directed a glance at Thomas Kent and said "If someone asks the nature of your presence just say you are my valet since men of your fortune don’t often appear in this places." he then heads off to his destination.There was a fraction of a second where Thomas felt re