Page 127 of The Diary of the Vam'pir Jacques

Am I not young, in good health, and fairly beautiful? I should be able to birth children. I must punish those who have those precious babies and yet sell themselves. They obviously do not care for them, or they would not be working the streets. I am God’s right Hand.

Yes, I think I’m correct.

Jacques and Mihal have not guessed as to who the Ripper is, so I must be God’s angel. Both crossed my path and didn’t recognise me. Indeed, they both looked through me.

Forsooth, I cannot be stopped and cannot be caught, and so maybe I am a deity. Only God can kill like this, with mercy and retribution for the disgraceful way in which these women livetheir wretched lives. As a God, I rid this world of evil and make the world a better place to live.

Well, I became cross with Annie Chapman and the lies she spoke. Perhaps I wrecked my vengeance a little too enthusiastically. But I did enjoy myself and have already picked my next victim.

Snip, snip, I cut and cut away at Annie and got rather dirty. Doesn’t matter. I’ll burn my clothes. Nobody will trace them. As I dress as a male, no one suspects The Ripper is a woman doing the killing.

A stylish lady would be memorable in these slums. Plus, they wouldn’t service a woman. They would sleep with a male but not a female. It is rather enjoyable portraying myself as a fellow, this makes me even more invincible.

Fear not, for God is a powerful woman. Remember, I am the just, the merciful, and I am coming for you.

September 27th.

Such a tease I am… I sent a letter to the peelers to tantalise them. By addressing this as Dear Boss, I expect the police to be kept busy for a short time. Writing uncouthly, to throw the scent away from me, was rather easy.

I coined the moniker of Jack the Ripper. Jack is a popular name these days, and they’ll never trace the letter to a rich household near to Hyde’s Park. The Peelers have no idea a wealthy woman is playing games with them.

I must laugh at Scotland Yard’s pathetic investigation.

They won’t ever catch me.

September 30th.

How dare Jacques interrupt me when killing Elizabeth Stride? Jacques had been close by, and I had to leave the job unfinished. I had intended to tear Long Liz’s womb out and play with it for a little while, but thebastarddisturbed me. I had been watching Stride for a long time and planned to enjoy myself.

Damn you, Jacques. But it didn’t matter, though, because I came across another and played with her instead. London will panic, and the prostitutes will change their minds after two killings tonight.

They never learn, do they?

Long Liz begged me not to kill her, and I told her just what I planned to do. How enjoyable it was watching her face pale and seeing the fear in Liz’s eyes. The soul inside of Long Liz rejoiced as though it knew I would save it. Liz will be reborn as a man, I’ve decided.

Next time, I’ll let the soul have a little fun.

I am God. That is within my capabilities.

Liz said she had no children, but she’d had a stillborn daughter. Another lie!

To punish her, I took the infant away. Liz did not deserve the babe, and so I saved her from a morally terrible mother. Long Liz, too, was a drinker. All those bitches are. That is what they sell their bodies for. Well, I couldn’t kill the womb because of Jacques. This means Long Liz might still beget children if she wished. But Liz will return as a man, and she’ll not experience the love a mother has for a child.

I am getting closer and closer to my intended goals.

There weren’t as many prostitutes on the streets. Finally, they might be learning what I am teaching. I hope so, because when they listen, they’ll find an enriching life awaiting them. Virtuous individuals merit a good afterlife. Life is meant to be full of pain, and yet when you die, you get a reward.

Look at me, am I not proof of all the rewards I promise? I became God; what higher reward can you ask for? There is nobody above me. Currently, Jacques’ actions enrage me, and I will seek retribution. Jacques interfered in God’s work. A punishment will be meted out later.

Catherine Eddowes was thoroughly dealt with. She, too, said she was only doing it to survive. But Catherine had three children. I hate these women for what they do. Maybe I got carried away exacting vengeance for the sake of the soul imprisoned. Furiously, I slashed and cut. The bitch had the smell of drink on her breath, and I can’t stand it anymore.

Perhaps I should also extend my lessons towards the alcoholics as well. When will people learn?

I amGod!

I see everything. I read their thoughts. The nasty things that they think they can’t hide from me. Fools. Do they not perceive my true nature?

I glow in the dark, a holy light proving, indeed, I am what I claim to be.

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