Unlucky #13

Stella should have felt chilled to the bone, but she wasn't, thinking about her plans made a fire in her soul. It had been several hours before she felt the opportunity to get Mary alone was approaching. Watching her movements had been entertaining at first, but now she was bored with the chase.
All had gone quiet in the narrow, shadow filled lane and as Stella drew closer to #13, she could hear faint singing. There was some light coming through the curtained window. Gently, Stella wraps on the door, since trying the knob and finding it locked, it had to be risked. The broken window pane was a second option, but Mary might notice her hand reaching in to unlock the door.
Mary hears the noise and gets up to answer, hoping the caller is her fancy man, and opens the door to greet her lover...red, flashing eyes, fingers like talons with nails knife sharp, and gleaming white fangs of a wolf sink into her neck before she can move or utter a sound. All turns a murky grey blur and Mary looses consciousness.
The black velvet cloak silently falls to the floor, into a pile, and Stella carries her limp prey to the bed; looking at Mary laying there, Stella's rage boils out-of-control. Acting on shear impulse and letting herself go completely, Stella begins ripping and shredding flesh;knife in hand, she mutilates the once attractive woman now sprawled on the small bed. Stella is soaked in blood and spatter covers her grey face, licking her lips, she gives a low growl of pleasure...Mary Kelly is good and truly dead...you will NEVER have my Norman again.
Surveying the situation and what must be done now, Stella strips off her dress and stokes the fire to a roaring flame. Tossing her blood soaked dress on the fire makes it even hotter, melting the spout on the tea kettle, helpless on the stove top. Making sure there is 'no trace' of her being there, she looks around the room one last time. Swirling the velvet cape around her shoulders and dawning the hood she exits. The rain was now a heavy mist and Stella feels refreshed by the wet air; drawing in a deep breath, she heads back to meet her sister and with any luck, Norman, so they can finally be on their way.
It is finished.