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The Mistress Of Whitechapel: Part 3: Hunger

The Assassin

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Nyssa tore the Lucius's clothes and shredded them as she sank her fangs into his neck, she drained every last drop of blood from his body and then climbed off him. Blood dripped from her fangs and trickled down her chin as she grabbed his body, a moment later she dragged Lucius's body out of the room and through the dusty cobweb filled corridor's towards the stairs leading towards the basement.

Moments later she dragged his body down the stairs and through another corridor towards the basement, as Nyssa reached the utility room she pushed open the door and dragged his body inside. A moment later she dropped his body onto the tiled floor and walked over to the furnace and began to fill it with coal and wood, after filling the furnace she ripped a piece of material off Lucius's suit and took some matches out of his pocket.

She lit a match and set fire to the piece of material and then placed it into the furnace, a few minutes later the furnace burned hot as the flames filled the inside. A moment later Nyssa picked up the body and threw it into the furnace, after throwing Lucius's body into the furnace she stood there in silence and watched it burn, the suit burned in a matter of seconds as the flames engulfed the body.

Nyssa stood there for a while until the body had been burned to nothing but ash and the flames had gone out, a minute or two later she left the utility room and headed back through the corridor and up the stairs. After reaching the top of the stairs she then headed back to the room where she had found the beds earlier, "I must rest" thought Nyssa as she entered the room, Nyssa lay upon one of the beds and then closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning...

It's now eight o'clock on the 14th December 1873, the morning had arrived and Nyssa had awoken to find the sunlight seeping in through the gaps between the curtains at the windows. "Ugh it's morning already" Nyssa said to herself as she rubbed her eyes a little, a few minutes later she got up and left the room and walked through the dusty cobweb filled corridor's towards the front door of the asylum.

She slowly opened the door a little and peeked out to make sure nobody saw her leaving the asylum, it was quiet outside as she left the asylum and closed the door then quickly walked away before anyone could see her. A few minutes later she walked through the streets of Whitechapel and headed towards the graveyard in the poor area of the town, after several minutes of walking she had arrived at the graveyard and sat down on a bench beside the wall.

Nyssa closed her eyes as the sun shone bright and the wind blew around her, she couldn't feel the warmth of the sun or the cold wind on her skin. The vampire curse prevented those feelings and yet somehow she could be out in the daylight without bursting into ashes, as she sat there on the bench amongst the gravestones she began to hear the voices in her head talking to her again.

The voices in her head whispered to her and told her to kill again, Nyssa tried to ignore the whispering voices in her head and left the graveyard. "Leave me alone..." Nyssa mumbled to herself as she walked through the street, the people passing by stared at her as she continued to talk to herself, Nyssa heard the people talking about her as they called her strange and mad.

Her anger began to grow as the voices continued to taunt her and told her to kill, Nyssa suddenly ran through the streets towards the train station then took a wrong turn. She found herself standing there in front of an old building, "ugh..a church.." Nyssa mumbled as she backed away, she could not step on the church land or she would burn on it's hallowed ground.

Nyssa ran onwards through the busy streets until she reached the train station, after arriving there a few minutes later she sat on a bench in a secluded area of the train station and lifted her hood up. People walked past her and didn't even notice that she was there as she held her head, the voices in her head wouldn't go away and the hunger began to take over her.

Then moments later she stood up and followed a man as he left the train station, Nyssa continued to follow the man as he headed towards his home. Several minutes later he had arrived outside his home, the man lived in a quiet area of the town and nobody was around that street that morning, "oh hello there miss" said the man as Nyssa walked towards him, she remained silent and smiled at him a little.

"You look a little tired, would you like to come in for some tea?" Said the man, "thank you..."said Nyssa as the man opened the front door of his house. A moment later they went inside the house then headed into the kitchen, Nyssa sat down as the man made some tea for her and himself, moments later he placed some cups down onto the table and then sat down.

"There you go, you'll feel better in no time" said the man as he and Nyssa picked up their cups of tea, ten minutes later they had finished their tea and the man took his suit jacket off. Nyssa's green eyes glimmered in the light as the sun shone through the window, she stood up and stared at the man as he hair moved in front of one eye, "what are you doing?" Asked the man as Nyssa moved closer and closer towards him.

The man now leaned against the walls as Nyssa had him trapped in the corner of the room.

To be continued in part 4
 
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