Prologue

They stood at the end of the road, hands intertwined, not saying a word. Their breathing slow and steady, their minds blank. This was it, there was no way out, and they both knew it. They had run as far as they could go, and they had found them. She titled her head downward and rubbed her stomach, tears forming in the corners of her crystal blue eyes. He squeezed her hand gently, the little comfort he could give at a time like this.

A sigh escaped both their lips as they heard the oncoming party. She turned her head to look at him once more, the man she loved. He smiled weakly, as the tear fell from his face at the site of her astonishing features. The words, those three words that he longed to say to her, were caught in a tight ball in his throat.

And then they were no longer alone, the party, who had silenty formed a line, stood directly behind them. When they had turned to stare into the eyes of so many, hers lingered for a second more on the face of a young female. Her features mirroring hers perfectly, her long black hair curled slightly, her mouth set in a rigid line, her high cheekbones and small nose. But her eyes had been what had caught her attention. They bore into hers, with a mixture of feelings. The more prominent was that of guilt.

While her eyes were set on her duplicate, his were fixed on the tall figure beside the small twin. A deep growling came from the base of his throat, and his hand tightened around the small fingers of hers. Shifting her gaze from the twin, she stood up straight, and stared at his face defiantly.

A menacing chuckle escaped the tall ghostly figure, and she shied away, only adding to his dark enjoyment. He trembled with rage, and barred his teeth at this ghost. Only when she had put her fine fingers on the small of his back, did he stop and regain his posture. The threating chuckle filled the air once again, and the ghost smiled, clearing his throat. "Got you wrapped around her finger." He stopped short, his grin widening, "well, mind, in this case." 

His footsteps were slow and inaudible, but he was progessing forward none the less. This time, she was the one to bare her teeth, and he stopped curtly, clicking his tongue in a disaproving manner. "No need to get hostile" He hissed, and then turned to the group of followers behind him. "I don't think she likes me very much." He said in a mock whisper.

Propelling on on foot, to turn back, he motioned for one of the other ghosts to come forward. For a split second no one moved, and from the front of the lines, the duplicate came forward, head bowed low. "Let's see how much she likes her."

Author's Note

Wow. I have not been on here for so long!
Well anyway, this is the prologue for one of my many story ideas floating around in my head.
Tell me what you think, plz. And if there are any spelling mistakes, or if anyone finds any sentences that could be fixed, please feel free to tell me. You only learn from your mistakes.
Xoxo. Jessie :)