September 29, 1888, 10:14

Flash.

The sound of a camera clicked.

"I knew Annie Chapman, you know?" Alice murmured, as Alfred approached her.

The American put his arm around her, making her blush. "Well, I knew Jesse James. Good man. Old American rebel. Every good person passes on sooner or later." He said in his country accent, sighing.

Alice looked at the ground, tracing footsteps in the pavement with her eyes. "Alfred..."

"Let's go to a bar." Alfred suggested.

Green eyes met his own. "A bar?"

Alfred nodded. "You seem stressed. It would be nice to spend a day away from all this, y'know?"

Alice forced a tiny smile. "Well, alright..."

12:35 am.

"-and then he said, "ANNIE IS DEAD!" And I might as well died at that moment because I was scarred-" Alice went on and on, slurring her pronunciation a little. She tended to do that when she drank. She couldn't hold her alcohol very well.

Alfred, on the other hand, could hold his very well.

"I just..." She banged her fist on the table.

The American patted Alice's back. "Let's go."

Alice stared up at Alfred with wide eyes. "I-I-I'm scared..."

"Don't worry."

"That is precisely what everyone says..." Alice murmured, still staring at Alfred. "Am I going mad...?"

Alfred shook his head. "You are perfectly fine the way you are."

Alice, in one quick motion, grabbed the backside of Alfred's neck and pulled him down her her.

"It must be so...as I am attracted to you..." She ran a cold finger over Alfred's lips, making him shiver.

"Alice..."

Alfred blushed as Alice leaned in, closer and closer, anticipating the next touch.

Hot breath mixed with alcohol reached Alfred's face. "I just..."

Suddenly, at that moment, redhead burst in to the room, panting.

"There's been another murder!"

Wow. I finally decided to continue it.

The idea was too go to discontinue it...

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! :3