The White Chapel Murders » Places

         Constance walked innocently through the streets, her bronze hair blowing around, her hat not helping to tame it. She was wearing a pale pink shirt with tan trousers. She was getting a bunch of stares, but ignored them. Constance cared not what people thought of her.
Her over-keen senses heard a scream from a long way away. Constance lowered her head. Another woman had been killed. Although some would say werewolves shouldn't have cared weather a woman died, Constance felt sorry for the people. Whoever this ripper man was, he was a horrid fool.
Constance crossed her arms as she trudged along back to her large home. She marched into the door and sat down on her red couch, pulling out a newspaper. She was skipping through the parts about the dead women when here eye caught a specific word.
"People are beginning to blame vampire's for the murders."
Constance couldn't help but smile. "That stinks for them," she said, chuckling, as she turned the page.