"You've likely heard of my stories, more unsolved cases with strange descriptions of the killers. Since London, I've found it all too amusing to get noticed in the papers and strike fear into the hearts of an entire city, makes the blood taste sweet." A fair few serial murders could be claimed by the old vampire.
The 40s, 60s and 80s were some of his highest peaked killings, having tried his hand at love once more, but before she could have a chance to cheat on him he killed the woman and started his killing sprees. All different areas, around the US, into other countries and on different continents. Some cases were even reminiscent of his London days, like in 2009 in New Mexico, or Boston in the early 60s.
"Whatever project you wish to start, you know you have to but ask to get my help on it." Jack smirked. "As long as it is not a brothel." The Ripper had a morbid sense of humour, but he did not lack in it to be unable to make a joke at his own expense.
In a flash of movement, he grabbed her hair, pulling it to the side, and bit down on her neck. The flood of her blood filling his mouth, where he could taste a hint of the waiter's blood that was in her wine. How quickly such things flowed through their system. Tightening his grip on her waist, he kissed up her neck, watching the wounds heal quickly, but leaving the excess blood to run down the curves of her shoulder. "Good." Jack chuckled, blood dripping messily down his chin. He had never been a very clean eater.
Leading her over to the soft booth seats, where his french meal sat, Jack let go of her waist to approach the young waiter. His movements slow like a cat hunting prey. Another burst of movement and he tore into the boy's jugular, blood pouring out and filling the small confined room. The curtained were heavy enough to make sure the scent would only be light to any weres out in the restaurant. Around the booth, on the ground, were plastic covers to keep the blood from staining the beautiful wood flooring. The seats could easily be cleaned, and would be by some of the other human staff.
Drinking from the french waiter, he pushed his head back to take a deep breath. His mouth still full of blood, he pulled Rebekah over to him and kissed her, transferring the waiter's blood to her mouth. He had already planned that one of the waiters would die and the other's fate would be left up to Rebekah.