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the hand, he gently tugged her in the direction of the street. Annie snuggled close to William’s side and wrapped one arm around his slim waist.
    “Where are we going, William?” Annie asked, still wondering if she would ever wake from this dream.
    “To your new home, m’ love,” he answered. “Where you will be safe and well cared for. You will also meet your sisters.”
    “That sounds wonderful,” Annie said, “I’ve always wanted sisters.” She then leaned over and kissed William’s cheek.
    William smiled as the couple walked the dark streets, Annie’s head leaning affectionately on his shoulder.
    After returning to his lair, William’s mind wandered back to the grisly death of Mary Ann. True, she was only human, and was only needed to keep watch over his home while he slept. But still Mary Ann was his, and his to do with as he pleased. No one else had the right to take her life.
    But this was the second time someone had struck down one of his own. Lisa Marie, a beautiful and vivacious woman when alive, and even more so after joining the undead, was the first. Only a week ago, William had sensed the moment of her demise. He had mentally shared the pain and anguish when a madman separated her head from her body. William had lain helplessly, just before the sun rose over the grimy streets that he called home these past many years.
    As the sun rose, Lisa Marie’s body fell to dust as the rays ripped through her. William fondly remembered her as being special and very different from the others. The other women were mere animals to feed upon and to bring in the money they earned each night. But Lisa Marie had found a place near William’s heart, which was now broken with her demise.
    While William would surely miss Lisa Marie, he now realized he had a much bigger problem. It would seem he had been found again by those who hunted his kind. Lisa Marie was a true vampire, strong and powerful. With the falling of Ann Marie, it was now obvious he was being stalked. But William was now aware and soon he would become the hunter.
     
     
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    Ripper’s Revenge
     
     
    Chapter One
     
     
    A large sailing ship rocked gently on the waves as it left the Port of London. The crew scrambled to make ready for the three-week voyage to the Americas. Unknown to the deckhands below, an unholy beast clung to the aft mast, watching the activity and waiting to make a move.
    The beast was dark and hid amongst the rigging and furled sails. Blood dripped from the beast’s haunches. In severe pain, the creature took long, ragged breaths while struggling to maintain its precarious perch.
    Only moments before, the beast had engaged in a battle with its most hated foe. It had fought well, but its enemy was an expert with blades, and managed to do major damage to the beast’s lower body before the beast dropped him far from shore.
    A light rain began to fall, and the beast shivered as the cold rain coated its leathery wings. It heard the deckhand’s voices and the captain shouting orders while he maneuvered the ship toward the North Sea.
    When a harsh wind began to blow, the beast wrapped its wings around itself and closed its eyes against the freezing, stinging rain. Even with an extremely weak and damaged body, its mind was sharp. Hatred filled its thoughts, and it took a moment to relish in it. It drew power from that hatred. A few moments passed and the beast realized it no longer heard voices. Evil, red eyes slowly opened and gazed upon the deck.
    The captain, dressed in a heavy coat and hat, stood at the helm, attempting to shield himself from the rain. Nearby, his First Mate watched several other deckhands busy themselves on the foredeck, ready to hoist sails.
    The beast