Night
Arianna had been driving back from a rave in the neighboring town As she drove down the normally boring highway, she had an overwhelming urge to turn onto the road up ahead. It was not the first time she had driven on this highway and she was almost positive that this road had not been here before.
As Arianna turned onto the road a feeling of dread passed over her like a dark cloud. Curiosity had taken control of her sense, causing her to ignore the alarm her conscience was telling her. She wanted, needed to know what was at the end of this dirt road. She thought it was probably nothing more than a old shack. But there was a part of her that knew there was something at the end of this dark, wooded road, that would would change her life forever.
There was a clearing ahead. A faint smell of burnt wood tingled her nose.
As she turned the corner into the large clearing, an opulent 18th century plantation towered overhead. A row of about 26 large weeping willows lined the road up to the mansion. It had six large, Romanesque style pillars that spanned all three floors and were covered in ivy. Black shudders flanked the sides of the massive French doors and windows. Nothing seemed unusual about the place, except the fact that black roses grew all over. This puzzled Arianna. Why are there so many black roses?, she asked herself. Never in her whole life had she seen so many in one place.
As she approached the front of the mansion, she stopped her car and turned off the engine. As she stepped out of her Camron red Porsche Boxter, a voice behind her called out, " We have been waiting far too long for you to come."
Arianna whipped around to find a man of no more than 26 leaning against the nearest tree. He had dark brown hair that went down to his mid-back. He was perfection in her mind. Then something caught her eye. He had the same pure black eyes as she did. No one else had eyes like that except her. Who is this man?
The young man pushed off the tree and stalked over to her. "Who are you?", she asked him.
He replied with a smirk, "What? You don't remember me?"
" What the hell are you talking about?"
" Come on. You don't remember all those times you dreamed about me. Don't I look just the slightest bit familiar?"
" I know you did. I have had those exact dreams myself."
This struck a chord with Arianna. She had never told a single soul about the dreams in which she was so often fighting for her very own life. The had haunted her sleep for many a year. How could he know about them, unless he was telling the truth. She wanted to know how he knew this. There was only one possible answer…but it could not be. She was an only child. Or so she thought.
" How do you know about my dreams?", she asked him apprehensively.
" We share a connection between our thoughts.", he answered her with a slightly angry undertone.
" WHAT? That's not possible except if you are…"
" I am your twin."
" NO! I do not have a twin!" she screamed at him in disbelief.