The story of Jack the Ripper-2

As any of you who visited the little site that I gave you the link to in the first chapter, and actually went through and read the information on it, would know, the murder of Mary Ann Nichols occurred on the night of Thursday, August 30, 1888. Now I know that if you’re still reading this, you want to know how she ended up laying in the street with her throat cut. Well curious ones, you need not wait any longer. This is the story of the death of Mary Ann Nichols, the first victim of the infamous Jack the Ripper:
Sitting on the top of a building along East London’s Whitechapel Road, I watched the nighttime wanderers for a sign of one of the women that I’d decided to target. I leaned back and allowed my mind to travel back to the moment that I’d told Lord Lucifer of my plans. He didn’t seem to want to grant my request to be allowed to go out and fulfill these plans, but ended up granting it. There was a catch however, and it was that until I’d taken the lives of at least five women, I could have no other souls to eat than those of the prostitutes I killed. At the time, I swore he did it all out of spite but, as it turns out, he had deeper motives. He wanted to test my abilities to see if I was fit to hold the position of overseer of the deadly sins. Not that he needed to, I’m the third most powerful demon in all of Hell, but I digress. It was around two a.m. when I spotted her. This woman was one of the worst examples of women in her profession, what with her graying hair and missing teeth. The fact that she was able to make any money at all was shocking to me.  She seemed like an easy enough target so I grabbed my top hat and leapt off the roof to land directly behind her. Hearing my boots hit the stone behind her, she turned around to look at me. Being unable to see most of my face clearly, she assumed that was a man that had been trying to get her attention and when I held out my money and requested that she come with me she didn't even hesitate. The night was growing old so I quickened my pace as I searched for a somewhat secluded spot to perform the murder. Miss Nichols complained about the speed of our travel a bit and asked why I was in such a hurry to which I replied, "The night is growing old and I am too hungry to wait much longer."  This confused her and, seeing a conspicuous lack of people in the nearby Buck's Row, I turned there and continued until I was sure that the humans in the street that we'd been on previously would be unable to see us. I stopped abruptly and when Miss Nichols bumped into me she was rather annoyed with me for my seemingly strange taste in location and asked, "Why the 'ell didja stop 'ere?"
      "Because madam, my hunger has reached it's limit and you," I grinned fiendishly and began to pull off my gloves, "Have reached the end of your life." She started to scream but my knife hand was too fast to allow that to continue and the sound was cut off by the flow of blood from her throat. She fell to the ground and I removed my hat and began to draw her soul from her body. She wasn't quite dead yet so I knew that she saw my face but didn't give a rat's ass as I knew that she'd soon be dead and unable to tell anyone what she'd seen. Her soul wasn't exactly delicious but it would keep me alive so I savored it. Before I walked away, I decided to cover my tracks a bit and lifted her skirt a bit. The reasoning behind this was that, once they saw this, the human police and detectives would think this to be the work of a man.
Well now, it appears that I must be going. I have a meeting with Lord Lucifer to go to. Maybe this time I'll succeed in killing him and taking his place. Wish me luck.
                                                                                   
                                                                                   Until We Meet again,
                                                                                    Foxx the Ripper