Daniel Rafkin

by PlasmUser

This is a prologue to the rest of the story. Daniel Rafkin is Dennis' younger twin, who slowly makes her way in with the rest of the ghosts. (crappy summary, sorry. This is my first post on this website) Rated M for language and smut in later chapters (maybe)(as most of up can guess, Daniel is an OC. Don't like, don't read)

I yawned, stretching my arms above my head. Shoving a piece of toast into my mouth, I grabbed a hot pink ponytail holder, pulling my long, golden colored hair into a high ponytail. Kneeling down, I tied my hot pink tennis shoes.

Finishing the piece of toast, I grabbed my motel key, stepping out into the bright, sunshiny morning, finding myself surrounded by ethereal spirits. My name is Daniel Rafkin, and most of you know my big brother, Dennis. Dennis is my twin, and like him, I can contact the spirits.

The worst thing about my 'gift' is that where Dennis doesn't have to see the spirits around us, I do. I can see them, even touch them. Even the small, simple ones.

With a small sigh, I tapped the toes of my shoes against the concrete sidewalk, breaking out into a light jog.

This is how I spent every morning. I ran to keep the images and words from filling my head. Plus, I really liked being active. If I'm not active and healthy, how can I become a Prince? I mean, sure, I am a tall, well shaped blond woman who wears a butt load of pink, but, I wanted to be Prince. That's me. Prince Daniel Rafkin, psychic.