Lady Shadowhive and her Demon Butler Lucius Dracovich. PT 2

Connecting The Dots

Jade's POV
It has been four days since i arrived.... im wondering the streets again...there havent been any more kidnappings... Maybe i frightened the criminal away. I sighed as i stopped and held a hand to my head.. It was aching again... I have been getting headaches more frequently over the past two days... maybe im getting sick.

"Young Mistress?"

I turned and looked at Lucius. He still had that look on his face... he had it ever since i got the ring. I kept asking him why he was so annoyed over it but he refused to tell me. Something about being unallowed.... i dont ever recall ordering him to keep information from me but i always dismissed it and went on with my work.

"What is it Lucius?"

"We have been walking in a circle for the past four hours..... is there any point in this excursion?"

I felt my eyes widen. I looked around me and thats when i noticed he was right... I had made a circle back to this toy shop over and over again... What was going on.... Why did my feet always bring me back to this place...something else disturbed me as well...it was faint but i could hear the tune of an old nursery rhyme my mother would sing to me and Elsie. Anytime i tried focusing on that tune i would open my eyes again and find myself in front of this store. Was the music bringing me here? Come to think of it...why did i start this walk in the first place. Its all a blur. The first definitive thing i recall is sitting in the hotel room at the little table with the files and records of the missing girls.

4 hours earlier

I was drawing connections by any way I could. Hair color was a first thought since the first few were all brunettes but then it went to blonde, red and dark hair. So that was a no, maybe the eyes are the same so i looked again and in a small twinge of disappointment i saw that none of them were consistent enough to be a pattern. The body build was a no as well considering some of these girls matured earlier than the others or some didnt develop as full. Also some were tall, others short and they ranged from petite to plump. I raked my fingers through my hair and rested my head upon my hand as my elbow propped itself on the table while i scanned each file. The families involved weren't even acquaintances, the children had never met each other before not even in schooling. Some were privately tutored and others attended small classes. The classes still maintained a region consisting of the middle and upper class so no street or lower class children were involved. That was a dead giveaway considering my first investigation of the store and the prices would be far above the budget of a lower class family. What did these girls have in common i thought to myself... only a select few were in arranged marriages. Their hobbies were so widely different i could hardly make a connection even if i wanted to. They went to different doctors when ill, their clothes were bought from different stores...what was the connection! I leaned back in the chair and held a hand over my eyes while emitting a frustrated sigh. This was giving me a migraine, i had never come across such a random string of disappearances in my life. The ages were with the range of 12 to 15 so it gave me a three year span that made my desperate need for a connection even thinner and farther out of reach. The only thing these girls shared was the damned toy shop... they had all been there before and they all went missing around night time. So the kidnapper was obviously getting them in the shadows and luring them in with toys...i felt my eyes widen.... toys.... i sat up and looked at the girls again and as i scanned each one i felt a heavy weight of fear and sorrow hover over my heart. I took out another folder that i had made that had pictures of all the dolls in the toy shop as well as floor plans and blue prints. As i scanned the dolls my heart thumped hard as i came across a doll.. Brown hair, gold eyes, short and fair, freckles and rosy cheeks. I looked to my files and scanned and my heart thumped again as i lifted up the file of a Hannah Karson. Brown hair....gold eyes... short and fair... additional information. Freckles and rosy cheeks. I felt my breath freeze in my throat... this... kidnapper... he couldnt possibly.. I looked at the doll and compared it to the picture i had of Hannah... They were identical... was the kidnapper somehow turning these girls..into dolls?