The Ripper's Blood Bath

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☾Chapter Eleven☽

I have been running for a while, trying to get away from Vixon. And he would chase me, killing people around me.

But this was a game, nothing more.

He wasn’t just going to stop me, and corner me somewhere. He was going to let me run and trap myself, and make sure there was no where left for me to go. I wanted to believe that I could get away. But there was no point.

I was tired, my legs were failing me. I couldn’t keep going on anymore. I couldn’t see a future where I was away from Vixon, where it would end, where there would be terror. This is all I get in this terrible life. My will to keep going was killed when I felt like my lungs were bursting. I can’t run any longer, and I heard him behind me, still chasing me. He was laughing too, enjoying the fun I was giving him.

This place is abandoned. No one would ever come here. It was old and run down. I tripped on a cracked sidewalk that was filled with big rocks. I couldn’t catch myself, so I hit the ground, rolling till something made me stop.

I could hear Vixon’s laughter as he came towards me.

“Did you really think you could run away from me, Darcy?” he laughed loudly as he walked my way. “I am not human.” he said, louder.

I opened my eyes, seeing black spots in my vision as I tried to focus. Vixon was walking to me, his hands dripping with blood and leaving a trail as he came closer. I have to remind myself that he’s not human. Nothing stops him.

He grabbed me by my hair and brought my head up to look at him. “Had enough already?”

I’m tired. I can’t fight this anymore.

“K-kill me.” I begged quietly.

“Oh?” he pulled harder on my hair. “I’m a little shocked that you would want to give up over just a few bodies” he laughed at me. “You’ve seen much worse than that, Darcy, come on.”

I can’t do this anymore.

“The fun’s just getting started.” he laughed quietly. “I have so many things I want you to see. How can you want to stop now?” he was enjoying this.

His fingers tightened in my hair, and I felt the pain on my head. The spots in my vision got darker and it got harder to see. I groaned from the pain, feeling the side of my face getting wet. There was blood spilling from my wound where my head hit the ground. I could taste it in my mouth too. I closed my eyes tightly because I couldn’t see anymore.

I thought I’ve seen the worst of what Vixon could do but it’s clear that I haven’t.

What now?

I was going to bite my tongue, hard enough to chew it off and I would bleed out. Hopefully I can just die here because all this suffering was making me go insane. I don’t know of any other way that I could do this, and I know its going to hurt like hell, but I was eager to let go.

I can’t keep going on in fear the way Vixon was making me.

If Vixon won’t kill me, I’ll just do it myself.

I opened my mouth, but before I could bring my teeth together, something kept my mouth open, filling the space between my teeth so I couldn’t bite myself. I opened my eyes and saw Vixon in front of me, and he had his fingers in my mouth, stopping me so I couldn’t do anything. He was smiling too. He knew what I was going to do.

“You don’t think I’d let you kill yourself either, do you?” he asked me, tilting his head to the side as his smile got wider.

He won’t let me put myself out of my misery.

“You’re fun to play with when you get bold, Darcy. I can tell you that much.” he said and picked me up by my sweater, making me stand on my own two feet.

I could barely keep my balance.

Before I could hit the ground again, he kicked me, making me hit the wall. Blood spilled from my mouth as I hit the wall. I could feel all my old wounds opening. Even my stomach began to hurt. The pain was numb but still uncomfortable. Vixon probably didn’t use a lot of strength to hit me, but it was enough for me to cough up blood. The bright lights were making me want to keep my eyes closed, but when Vixon grabbed me by my hair, I opened them in shock just as he brought me up to his face.

“Tired?” he asked me.

There was blood coming from my mouth, spilling from my chin. I couldn’t answer him but would be the point. Vixon smiled at me as he licked the blood on my face.

I’m too badly beaten to keep going. But Vixon won’t let me go so easily. Its not hard to know he would make this difficult on me. I’m not surprised anymore. There’s nothing I can do to get him to stop doing this to me.

His grip on my hair tightened, yanking on it as if he wanted me to answer even though I couldn’t.

“I should kill you.” he said and threw me to the ground. “But it would be more fun to see you suffer.” he laughed.

“W-why?” I asked. “Why would you let me go through this?” I asked quietly, closing my eyes as I saw his boots in my vision. I couldn’t look up with the headache I had.

“I like you, Darcy.” he said and lifted my head, making me open my eyes again slowly. “Your frightened expressions are the best.” he said, and flashed his fangs. I refused to believe that was his only reason. It wasn’t enough for me.

“P-please, stop this.” I begged quietly, feeling like I was fading. I was so tired. “Just kill me.” I give up.

“It’s not going to happen that easily, Darcy.” he got down in front of me. “What kind of Ripper would I be if I just gave in to your demands?” he asked me. I could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. His fingers touched my cheek, moving my hair back from my face so he could see the expression I was making. “You’re so much fun to mess with.” he laughed quietly.

I want this to end.

I closed my eyes, preparing for another round of Vixon’s fun.

I will just never die.

“Ripper!” A booming voice shocked me from falling unconscious.

I’ve never heard that voice before. Someone else knows about the Ripper? Is it police? I felt the hope rising but I knew it would be a waste. I just...need something to hold on to. I looked up to see a man in all black walking towards us. I haven’t seen him before but Vixon knew him. I could tell by the way he growled angrily. This was new for me to see.

I got the feeling that I shouldn’t be here but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t get up or crawl away. I laid on the ground, blood still pooling in my mouth. I watched from where I was, seeing the cutting tension that made me a little scared.

Vixon felt...threatened? There was something wrong.

Who is this man?

“Looks like you’ve gone soft, sweetheart.” the man said as he walked to Vixon. “Taking a human friend was not what I let you go for.” he said through his teeth.

A human friend?


My glance shifted to the ground. I was too tired to look up. I shouldn’t be curious. I shouldn’t care. But I wanted to know about him.

Was he like Vixon?

Does he kill for the fun of it? Is he another Ripper? What if he was a second one? I stared up at his face, but barely focused. The man in black was upset, and more irritated with Vixon.

“You’re just like the rest of them.” he said as he put his hand on Vixon’s face, grabbing him tightly. “And I had such high hopes for you.” he seemed disappointed. Vixon tried to fight him. I twitched on the ground, wanting to get up and run, but I couldn’t find the will to at least move my legs.

I was stuck here.

Vixon didn’t want him to be here. Would this man be my savior, or would he join Vixon in his terror? I have yet to see him, and I don’t think he has been killing people like Vixon had. I bet he was angry that Vixon was doing this, or that he was keeping me alive for so long. Who knew Vixon could get in trouble?

Who knew there was someone above him.

“Get the hell off me.” Vixon spat out angrily, finally cutting off his silence as he moved that man’s hand away from his face.

“I’ve seen you take interest in that human there. Did you honestly think I would not have found out, because its not that hard to track you, sweetheart. You always leave quite a mess.” he said.

Interest? In me? Vixon just wants this to be fun, he isn’t interested in me. Was this going to turn into a good thing? I closed my eyes as I breathed in heavily.

“You’re the one who let me free. And its not like I’m going to do what you tell me to.” Vixon said quickly. I opened my eyes quickly.

I heard fear in his voice. Its the one emotion he’s never expressed. He’s a murderer but right now, he’s scared. I think. He was intimidated by this man in black. I wanted to know if he could control Vixon, maybe make him stop killing.

That man was clear enough to read. His red eyes spoke fury, a calm fury. He wasn’t yelling at Vixon, nor was he trying to fight him. And if Vixon really didn’t like him, he would have killed him on the spot. This man is powerful to Vixon. Is that what made him scared?

I closed my eyes again as I tried to stay conscious. I want to know if this man will save me from my nightmare.

There was little hope and I just wanted to believe but it was hard. With all that I’ve been through, I’m not surprised that I didn’t believe anything.

“A vampire who keeps a human alive should not be kept alive himself.” the man said. “I didn’t help you so you could play around with others.” he said as I opened my eyes again.

He had his hand around Vixon’s neck, grasping just as tightly as Vixon was grabbing around his. Their growls filled the air, making me shiver slightly as I could feel my blood getting colder. In my head, I thought of what it would be like to live without Vixon torturing me. I saw what it would be like to not be afraid. Vixon being gone could help me piece back what I have left of my life. If Vixon dies...I’ll be okay. I saw the hands that were around his neck and couldn’t help but think about all the things I could do.

“This is such a shame.” the man growled. Both were getting at each other’s throats.

Someone has to win. I know one of them has to win.

If Vixon is gone...I’ll be alone.

My eyes were getting cloudy. I stared at the ground, watching my blood pool until there was nothing to be heard.

The growling stopped. I closed my eyes to the silence, but when I opened them again, I saw that Vixon was barely standing there now. There was a sound of rock breaking and smashing and I didn’t know what to think till I saw how fast Vixon was fading. He was turning to ash.

That man killed him.

I closed my eyes and mentally sighed with relief. I felt like a huge burden was lifted from my body, and I was at peace. I was too tired to smile or and be thankful, but I felt so relieved anyway. I breathed in heavily, tasting my blood in my mouth as I thought about something else, anything else. I don’t have to worry about anything.

That man was still here. I heard him sigh quietly as he walked.

“My beautiful Ripper.” the man said, and it sounded like he was sad, too.

I wondered if he truly cared for Vixon. It sounded like he did.

This man has not shown up once except now, and that was to kill Vixon, his Ripper. Did he create Vixon? Was he the one who gave him his psychotic mind? If he cared so much, would he have really killed him on the spot? Or does he care that much to do that? This man was a mystery to me. If he can kill Vixon, I feel like he has the power to slaughter the whole world. I had so many questions. I wanted to ask them, but I couldn’t feel my voice. I tried to move my tongue but all I got was the taste of blood.

I opened my eyes to see the man pass me by without showing me a little care in the world. He was just going to leave me here by myself. I wonder if he thought I was going to die here.

The sound of his boots faded and I could hear nothing. It was silent.

I wasn’t afraid.

My nightmare was over.

It was...okay. The silence was unsettling. I haven’t been used to this kind of peace in a while, and now I have it. What do I do now?

I moved up on my arms, lifting my body up as I spit out blood from my mouth. I should probably get help for my wounds; I don’t have to be scared that Vixon might come back and hurt me. Getting to my feet, I sighed heavily as I wiped the blood from my mouth. A pile of ash was just on the ground. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that he was gone.

It was too easy, I bet there’s more to this than I thought.

The largest burden was lifted from me. I don’t have to be scared anymore. That was just too easy.

I looked the other way, wanting to get on the sidewalk so I can get away from here. The best part about this was that I don’t have to run, or cry, or fear for my life. I can just walk my way home and not be scared that I have to see someone’s head roll off.

The one thing I wasn’t going to do was get my hopes up. That other man who killed Vixon is still alive, and my fear was that he would roam around and kill people like Vixon did.

Now I was worried.

Who was he?

All this ended up being too easy. I don’t have to be scared, though the relief didn’t last. Vixon may be gone but for some reason my fear still lingered.

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