The Ripper

William Jack Holloway

It was supposed to have been an uneventful night. The Hunter hardly had plans of any sort, he'd simply wanted to get out of the house and further familiarize himself with the city that he was rapidly beginning to call home. Though that wasn't entirely true. No, really what he wanted to do was spend time with a certain white-haired witch that he was growing ever fond of. But he didn't have a way to contact her - he was smart enough to realize that the apartment that she'd met him at did not belong to her and as such, he wasn't going to show up there. No, he'd merely have to wait until Saturday when the pair had decided to see each other again before he would be able to talk to Vhalla. And Saturday was a long, long time away. It was his thoughts on the witch that had the Hunter so entirely distracted to his surroundings. That was his first mistake. He'd dared let his guard down for even a second, and as it turned out, that was enough of a weakness to make him a target.

William had spent the past century and a half on the run from the Council of the Dark Hunters, and yet it seemed that his fixation with a girl was enough distraction for the Dark Hunter who had been following him to strike. At first, all William was aware of was a loud, ear shattering sound that caused him to jump. It was the kind of sound that seemed to steal away his vision and made him cover up his ears in an attempt to block the noise that threatened to make his ears bleed. This was, apparently, all the distraction that the Dark Hunter needed to pounce on the man. Within a second, William found himself being forced against the pavement in an alleyway with a knife poised directly on his spine. William let out a low growl, though he made no effort to move as the Dark Hunter so cruelly laughed. "We've wanted to bring you in for a long time, Jack," He snarled at the man, his knife moving anyways to cut a long gash down the side of William's back just narrowly missing his spine. It wasn't deep enough to cause damage - but it was certainly deep enough for the man to let out a grunt of pain. That second was all the Dark Hunter needed to close William's wrists in the cold steel of handcuffs. The Hunter laughed as he hauled William to his feet, continuing to taunt the man.

"Go ahead, Jack, use your powers. End me," The Hunter's taunting of the man was tempting, and yet that was exactly what the Council wanted out of him. They wanted him to lash out and murder and further prove what a despicable man that he was. Instead, William pursed his lips together and refused to look at the man who would be his captor. After 150 years, it seemed that this bastard would be the one to finally ensnare him. Fuck. Still, that didn't mean that he had to go nicely. He moved swiftly then, using his leg to kick out and knock the Hunter away from him. It was useless, of course. With his hands bound as they were the man wasn't going anywhere, and so he was hardly surprised when the Dark Hunter grasped ahold of him and threw him back against the brick wall.

William's feet seemed to fly out from under him, his back striking the brick though that was nothing compared to the audible crack of his skull hitting that wall. For a moment, William saw only stars. And then he saw the face of that goddamn Hunter as he hauled him to his feet once again. The Hunter dragged him against the wall to further tear the skin of his back, and when he finally shoved that knife against William's throat, the British man didn't resist. "You're damn lucky, your highness, that they want you alive."

But darling -- it's only human nature.