“By the way, my name’s Ripper,” said the vampire as he held the teenage Watcher by the throat and prepared for the kill. The boy stopped struggling and looked curious.
“Cos I’m the bloke that killed the bloke that killed the vampire that was Jack the Ripper.”
“Bit tenuous isn’t it?”
“Eh?” The vampire was thrown enough to loosen his grip.
“And did you all live in the house that Jack built?” the kid mocked.
“Here! It’s true I tell you. Cross my heart and-”
“Hope to die?” A stake flashed and the new Ripper beamed. “Be my guest.”