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FROM HELL
Dr Seward&039;s Diary (kept in phonograph)
17 OCTOBER
I a Mary Kelly She is so like Lucy, so like what Lucy became I have paid her rent up to the end of the e in our peculiar exchange of fluids There are distractions but I do ilance Committee, came to see me at the Hall yesterday He had been sent half a kidney with a note headed &039;Fro the enclosure was from one of the dead women, presumably Eddowes &039;Tother piece I fried and ate, it was very nise&039; With a horrid irony, he thought first to bring the grisly trophy toand himself the victim of a jape &039;Jack the Ripper&039; jokes are an epidemic, and since Lusk had a letter about the murders published in The Times, he has fallen victi over an was certainly human and had been preserved in alcohol I told Lusk the prank most likely the work of a medical student From my days at Bart&039;s, I recall fools who became devoted to such infantile and macabre practices I cannot walk down Harley Street without res leaving a dismembered torso to be discovered in his bed by the landlady One oddity I observed was that the kidney almost certainly did come from a vampire It displayed an advanced state of that distinctive species of liquid decay that comes upon the vampire after true death I was not called upon to explain my familiarity with the innards of the un-dead
Lestrade concurred, and Lusk, who is I understand quite a nuisance, was placated Lestrade tells ation is constantly muddied by similar false leads, as if Jack the Ripper were supported by a society ofof confusion I have thought myself that I was not without friends, that some unknoatched over my interests Nevertheless I believe I have played out, for the ti The &039;double event&039; - hideous expression, courtesy of that bothersome letter-writer - has unnerved ht-work It is still necessary but it has becoainst me and there are vampires everywhere It is my hope that others will take up o ounded, a vah his heart and crusader cross carved in his forehead The Pall Mall Gazette ran an editorial suggesting that the Whitechapel Murderer had gone West
I a about myself She tells a other men I know she lies but do not make an issue of it I open her pink flesh up and vent ently tapsinto me I have scars on ave roeak
Money is unimportant Kelly can have whatever I have left from my inco no salary and heavily subsidising the purchase of medical supplies and other necessaries There has always been money in my family No title, but always money
I have er ashamed to realise, excites me I cannot care for Kelly as herself, so I must care for her for Lucy&039;s sake Kelly&039;s voice changes, the Irish-Welsh lilt and oddly prissy grammar fade, and Lucy, far more careless about what she said and how she said it than her harlot get, see and pri but enchanting girl and the screa leech whose head I sawed free was the newborn who turned Kelly Dracula&039;s get With each retelling of the nocturnal encounter on the Heath, Kelly adds new details She either remembers more or invents them for my sake I am not sure I care which Sometimes, Lucy&039;s advances to Kelly are tender, seductive, mysterious, heated caresses before the Dark Kiss At others, they are a brutal rape, needle-teeth shredding flesh and muscle We illustrate with our bodies Kelly&039;s stories
I no longer remember the faces of the dead women There is only Kelly&039;s face, and that becoht Kelly clothes siown she wears before we couple is very like the shroud in which Lucy was buried Kelly styles her hair like Lucy&039;s now Soon, I hesitate to hope, Kelly will be Lucy