Two Part POV:

Unknown.....

Somewhere in Montego Bay Jamaica a 13 year old girl was  walking home from school. The evening sun cast shadows through the trees along the sidewalk providing some sort of shade as she walked . She checked the time on her phone ,2:40 . She needed to be home by 3 because she wanted to rake the yard , take up the clothes off the line and finish her homework,so she could relax for the remainder of the evening until her mom came from work.

She eventually came to a two way street and debated with herself whether it would be a good idea to take the shortcut that would get her home faster or take her regular route home . She could hear her mother's warning in her head , telling her not to take that path because it was lonely and had hardly any houses around there, mostly bushes but, it was faster and she had taken it almost a dozen times before without her mom , knowing of course and it had been fine .

With her mind made up,she choose the shortcut and started walking, this time a little faster as she didn't like the loneliness , it was too quite , too eerie.  Suddenly she heard the low humming of a vehicle's engine as it approached,  tires crunching over the gravel road .she quickened her pace,  clutching her bag tighter and taking her phone out of her uniform pocket , just in case.

Suddenly the car was beside her , a dark blue probox , with tinted windows . One of the windows rolled down and an elderly woman smiled at her , she was seated in the front seat , next to the driver . She smiled at her as she asked her voice caring , " yah sista Pauline's daughter Abby ? "

The girl nodded frowning at the old woman . "Oh , come in den nuh darling.  Mi will mek mi son drop yuh off a yuh gate . Mi and yuh mummy guh a eh same church enuh , yuh nuh remembah mi face dear?" , she questioned and the girl shook her head .

" oh nuh mind that.  Come in man , mi son will drop yuh off . Eh sun too hot fi yuh deh walk and more ova yuh affi be careful round a dem quite,  bush place yah enuh . Come man " , the woman said, her tone soft but, concerned for her . Usually she would never get into some strangers car but, this was an old woman and her son and she apparently knew who her mother was and she goes to church.  The girl unlocked the door and that's when she saw them but, it was too late .

Strong arms grabbed her roughly,  pulling her inside the vehicle and the door slam shut behind her . She opened her mouth to scream but, a damp cloth was roughly pressed down on her face , over her nose and mouth,  preventing her from breathing.  She struggled but, it was no use as the more she inhaled whatever  substance the cloth had been soaked in , the more the blackness swallowed her . Eventually her limbs became to weak and her struggles ceased and her body went limp .

The car drove away , the windows winding back up and the old woman , took off her wig and makeup changing back into the 37 year old man he was. That evening, the 13 year old was reported missing by her mother .

Caius POV:

I paid for the items I needed and left the store but, as I did so I came across a missing person poster posted on the wall of the store . Chris Tucker age 19 missing , if seen please report to the nearest police station or call 911 .

I made my way to where my vehicle was parked and after putting away the groceries in the trunk, I got into the driver's seat . I actually couldn't wait to get home , so I could try a new recipe that I had came across on social media. Cooking was something I enjoyed, otherwise from my art and work and on one of the rare days like today when I wasn't drowning in work , I could just relax at home , make a good meal and then practice my art.

I smiled at that as I remembered the reaction of  Моя кукла (my doll) , when I had delivered her gift . Her reaction had been exactly what i needed and so much more but, I wasn't particularly found of her friend , Trish, she made my doll cry and only I should do that, if that continues I would have to add her to my collection and that would be very unfortunate indeed because I know how much my doll loved her .

Flashback 2weeks ago....

The night was thick with silence,  the only sound the distant hum of crickets and the occasional rustle of the wind through the trees. The neighbourhood was alseep, oblivious,  unsuspecting. I moved like a shadow , seamless in the dark , my footsteps soundless against the pavement of the road.

Just like the first time I slipped through the gates of her friend's house, the box in my gloved hands felt almost weightless , yet I knew the horror it contained within. It pained me a little to have to part with my art but, I knew it would be worth it , just to hear her scream , see the fear in her eyes.

I had spent hours making sure that her gift was just right,  it was her birthday after all and she deserved a great gift , something special,like she was to me , I had even taken the time to tie it all up with a bow , that matched the purity of her being . I approached the steps ,  pausing beneath the glow of the overhead light as I set the box down right infront of the door .

It looked so perfect sitting there , I couldn't resist the urge to take a picture, so I took out my phone and did just that. I couldn’t wait for her to receive it and also read my note , it was even more special than the gift itself and I needed her to know that I see her, that I am watching,  waiting and willing to do whatever it takes to ensure no one else sees her the way I did .

I heard muffled laughter coming from inside the house and I smiled as i imagine how much fun she was having with her friends, too bad it would have to be interrupted.  I rang the doorbell and then made my way to the side of the house,  in the shadows but, ensured I could see who took the gift. A couple seconds passed and the front door opened, her friend stuck her head out and then look down seeing the box .

She frowned,  which was expected but, took it up ,disappearing back inside with the box . I made my way back around to the front of the house , climbing the steps , I gave myself a minute to hear their reactions, most primarily hers . The laughter died as they discovered my gift and soon , I could hear yelling but, not from her no, from her friend and when I listened carefully I could hear her crying,  my doll was crying,  who the fuck mek she a cry?

End of flashback.....

The mintue I got in , I put away the groceries and then started on making the recipe I had found.  Jamaican people call it salt mackerel run dung and mi did wah try it wid dumpling and boiled banana. While mi a prepare that , mi mind guh back to Bria and wah gwaan when mi did fawod har church yesterday.

Mi neva expect fi si har a sidung inna eh same row weh mi sidung but, mi neva have a problem wid it because eh mean seh she a think bout mi . Of course she cah prove seh a mi send har eh gift or anything else but, mi know she probably a feel some type a weird , dark attraction towards mi which mean seh mi inna har head and a deh suh mi wah deh .

She did look so innocent, like wah likkle angel inna har likkle nice simple red dress  , wid har hair catch up inna wah ponytail,  red a definitely har colour, cah wait fi mek she bleed it to. She smell good to , really good and just by looking pon har yuh woulda neva guess seh she like dirty books and wear eh kind a panty dem weh she wear but,  mi like it , all about balance,  she have mi intrigued fi real, curious, obsessed.

Mi smile as mi remebah har a look pon mi , eh fear in har eyes dem but, also eh curiosity.  She really wah find out who mi be but, anuh time fi that yet . Fi now mi just aguh continue fi get inna har head , mek har wonda , play wid har but, a one thing fi certain if nuh body else even look pon har eh way mi si har or even mek eh mistake fi get near har, mi have mi museum fi a reason and mi glad art a sumuh weh mi addicted to.