Work Text:
The first time Ripper killed a vampire was two days after he came to London. Fresh off the train and still looking it, tough attitude still brittle, no place to sleep and no money for one. Still distrustful of the street people he sought a place on his own, out of the way. A vampire's natural prey. Most such died before learning better. Most hadn't been raised to keep a stake under their pillow and a sword by the bed. After that Ripper wore the attitude easier, and set about finding someone else with a clue to watch his back.