Author: Crimson Vampire Goddess
Rating: R to NC-17
Disclaimer: I, Crimson Vampire Goddess, being of unsound mind and a body of no-one's fricking business, hereby declare that though I play with the story and the characters they, unfortunately, in no way belong to me.
Summary: Two hot women, a psychotic serial killer... you know, the usual.
Notes: 1) This won't follow the movie exactly but will be pretty much like the movie for the first few chapters.
2) I started the story when the movie started so it will take a little while to get to the romance between Willow and Tara but it'll get there (And it'll be more romance and smut than in the movie).
3) For those of you who are reading ‘Haunted' I'm still working on it and will have chapter 5 up soon.

"One day men will look back and say I gave birth to the twentieth century."

Jack the Ripper-1888

London, 1888, Whitechapel District

The autumn sun was setting over Whitechapel turning the sky a deep crimson. Down on the cold, dimly lit, cobblestone streets and alleys below people went about closing their businesses for the day, trying to ignore the sights, sounds, and smells of working-class London. By nightfall the bars were full and the prostitutes were walking the streets waiting for customers.

Willow Rosenberg walked down a crowded street in one of the lower-class neighborhoods of town, every once in a while exchanging greetings with friends and brushing off rude requests from drunks. She was completely unaware of someone following her every move. Turning down a deserted alley she heard someone call her name.

"Willow Rosenberg?" asked a tall man lurking in the shadows.

"What do you want?" She asked before he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her back into the wall.

"Shut your hole, bitch." He growled. He was close enough that she could see clearly the ugly scar that ran from just under his right cheek bone up over his eyelid to just above his eyebrow.

"I know you." She said "You're Gordie from Nickel Street."

"Do you remember me? Willow Rosenberg." asked a short man who came up beside them.

"Oh, I'd never forget you, McQueen" She said disgusted. Willow was so busy paying attention to McQueen; she didn't notice Gordie take a knife from his pocket. He ran the blade down the front of her dress and cut off the top button.

"Will you stop that now; buttons are hard to come by." She said, shifting her attention to Gordie. McQueen slapped her hard across the face causing her to whimper.

"What does a whore need buttons for?" McQueen asked "I warned you and your friends, payment was expected on Monday."

"I'm working ain't I?" She said "We all are."

"And I am making sure that no one troubles ya." McQueen said as he yanked Gordie's hand from her throat.

"I'm providing a service, Willow Rosenberg, and I expect to be paid" He smiled exposing his gold tooth, which made him look even more like a thug.

"Or else," His smile disappeared and he looked at her with an expression that told her he was dead serious. He then pulled a thin dagger from his own pocket and waved it in front of her face.

"You will be very troubled."

"Now," He said as he lowered the blade to the remaining buttons. "You tell..." *pop* "Your five..." *pop* "friends to bring me my money by tomorrow, or this friend of mine here..." He waved the knife in front of her. "Will be your next customer."