Lady Shadowhive and her Demon Butler Lucius Dracovich. PT 2

Waking From Slumberland

Second part of Jade's Thoughts.

Jade's POV

I walked around the streets unseen by the ghosts around me. I was watching little Isabella walking with her schoolmate. Apparently his name was james.. They seemed like very close friends as they were walking home from school. According to the file she came home with the ring after he bought it for her in the toy shop... ahh here we go.. She suddenly dragged james along to the toy shop. I passed through the crowd with ease and watched the children looking at all the toys and dolls.. As they looked i recognized the other dolls that were the old girls who had gone missing.

"Izzy look here"

I turned with isabella and looked at the little boy walk up with the blue ring. Hmm... so it was the boy who found the ring first.... i guess it makes sense that he didnt keep the ring.

"Oh how pretty... i wonder how much its worth."

They went over to the shop clerk and asked him. It was the same man who gave it to me for free.. This time he sold it to them for 4 pounds. Still a low price but i suppose if it was a toy shop its only natural to assume its a toy ring. The boy bought it for her with glee and then slipped it onto her finger. She seemed so happy. I followed them out of the shop and then something strange happened that didnt happen for the other girls. As she was holding this little boy's hand she looked to the side as if someone was calling out to her. I looked in the direction she looked and saw a shadowy figure against the wall. The eyes were all that i could see...They were rather tall.. no definitive curve on the sides so i doubted it was a woman. Perhaps a man... from his stature i assumed he must have been in his twenties.. Isabella had paused on the street causing her friend to ask if something bothered her. She asked him if he could see what she saw but he said no... When she looked back the figure was gone. My eyes never left the figure so i watched him slip into the shadows and disappear into the darkness. Who is this man... I continued watching little Isabella as she kept seeing this mysterious figure pop up everywhere at random times. During school in her classes she would gaze out the window and see him by a tree. Walking home she would catch him looking at her. She told her friend about it but he just told her she was imagining things. If only they believed her... By the third day possessing this ring the man began to become less shadowy and take a form. His hair was orange... he wore makeup and carried a small box. He would sing the lullaby to her in such a soft voice and it sounded sincere. It sent chills down my spine listening to him. On and on he would sing the lullaby in her head. In her room she would sit in the corner holding her head shaking and muttering for him to stop..for him to leave her alone. The nanny had stopped trying to understand what frightened her so much and began trying to remove the ring from her finger. At one point isabella slapped her nanny for touching the ring on her hand. The nanny left the next day and Isabella was confined to her room. The sixth day came, the day before her disappearance and the music was relentless in her head, tears would stream down her face as she tried to get her parents to make the shadow man leave her alone. A doctor came and asked her questions about the shadow man and one think stood out to me... the report never said her parents had hired a doctor to see what was wrong with Isabella..

"And what does the shadow man do to you Isabella."

"He doesnt do anything... he stands from afar and sings to me."

She was looking at her hands, the ring shining on her finger. The beginning of this visit he had told her what a pretty ring she had and she told him she hated it. That it was cursed. He asked her why it was cursed and she said the shadow man steals those unfit for the ring. That the ring was meant for another. I found this odd, i wished i could ask her who it was meant for but i was only a ghost seeing memories... not my memories but perhaps the memories of the ring. He progressed forward with the visit and when she spoke of his singing he asked her what songs he sang.