Look in My Eyes

Is This A Dream?

[A/N: Assuming I have a following, let's talk. SO the first chapter was soo short. I promise most of them, at least, won't be so short. It was just the opening and ya know. Anyway, if you are confused Gemma is a rich girl from Victorian London and she is hated by her mother, might make that bitch a stepmother ;) and her father has passed away. She spies the Shadow at the end, naturally, which leads us into the rest of the story. I hope you enjoy the rest of it! *licks you all*]

Gemma stared after the Shadow. Gaping is more like it. Geoffrey nudged her hand and she subconcsiously rested her hand on his head. She eventually shook her head, changed into her nightgown and headed back to bed.

The next morning:

Gemma yawned and stretched. She heard people yelling downstairs. She put on her robe then sneaked out the door and sat at the top of the staircase.

"He's gone!" A shrill voice sounded. Gemma recognised it as Mrs. Kane from next door.

"Jonathan! He's gone! I went up into his room to wake him up and he's gone, bed cold, window open! Ohhhh! My Jonathan!" A loud noise echoed throughout the hall; Gemma identified it as Mrs. Kane blowing her nose.

Gemma, who thought it was all a dream, realised that she had seen Jonathan being taken by the Shadow. She almost ran downstairs when she remembered she was in her nightgown and ran into her room, splashed water on her face, and put on her navy blue corset dress. You know, to possibly console her mother after their pift the day before.

"Mrs. Kane! I saw who took your son but I thought it was a dream!"

"What? Who took him, child?" Mrs. Kane nearly yelled at Gemma.

Her mother leaned forward, her mouth a thin line.

"This will sound absolutely mad, but he was taken by a shadow!"

Mrs. Kane threw her face into her hankerchief and sobbed loudly.

Mrs. Berring scowled at her. "How dare you make such a joke at a time like this! Go, now!"

"But--"

"GO."

She ran from the room, tears stinging her eyes and yelling "I was only trying to help!"

"Oh, my dear. I am so sorry about her. She is such a terrible child."

Mrs. Kane looked up and wiped her nose. "You know, I think she was genuinely trying to help and actually thinks a shadow took my boy."

Mrs. Berring stared at the woman. "Really?"

"She had a desperate look in her eyes. No humour what-so-ever."

"My, my!"

Gemma was running to the stables, tears flying free down her cheeks. Geoffrey had been let out of the room by the maid and was chasing her close behind. She ran upto her horse Corine and climbed on his back, not caring about a saddle and ran off into the field. Geoffrey followed.

She finally made it to her the field and jumped off and kneeled, crying into her lap. Geoffrey sat in front of her and placed a paw on her shoulder before licking her head. 

"Oh, Geffy! It's not fair! No one listens!"

She lay down on her side and Corine and Geoffrey followed suit next to her on either side. Tears were still falling down her face when she fell asleep. 

When she awoke the sun was close to set. Her cheeks felt stiff and uncomfortable from her crying. She sighed as she climbed back up Corine. They trotted back to the stables and Geoffrey and her walked back up to the manor. Mrs. Berring was sitting on the sofa in the livingroom, holding a glass of wine.