The Reincarnated Twin

Prologue

The occasional sound of a car driving by is heard in the distance. Darkness covers the street in a blanket of black with the slight orange bright light shining itself along the road every couple of feet between each new lamp post.

Walking alone down the path, Chloe Thompson clutches the straps of her denim backpack, covered in badges of different TV shows and movies. Her head down and eyes attached to the floor, she slowly makes her way into an alley, a shortcut to her house. Glancing up slightly and catching sight of a figure walking towards her, she lowers her head again and brushes the dark brown strands of hair to the side of her face.

Using her hair as a curtain to hide her view of the person, she misses the glimpse of silver passing by as the man calmly walks past her before she feels a sharp tug from her backpack being pulled and the shooting of pain from where her bag had once been upon her person.

She feels herself falling backwards as the straps of her bag are pulled roughly on her arms as she lands harshly on her bottom. Ignoring the pain in her back momentarily, she struggles to fight against the man, arms flailing wildly to keep her bag on her as she releases a couple small screeches and squeals.

"Stop fucking moving around bitch!"

Yelling at Chloe, the man momentarily releases the bag from his tough grip only to plunge a sharp object into the small woman's stomach. Silently gasping from shock and pain, she hunches forward over the large knife embedded in her skin and feels the pull of another wound on her back and the pain of it causes her gasp again and make her breathing temporarily stop.

Throughout Chloe processing the pain in her body and her being stabbed, her arms froze in midair, allowing the man time to yank the bag off of her and to start running back down the way he came. Slowly, she brought her hands down to her stomach, placing her tiny hands around the knife Chloe feels the warm liquid of blood dripping out and around the piece of metal.

Her breath shuddered, eyes tearing up. Placing one of her blood covered hands on the floor, she slowly pushes her way up onto her feet and staggers slightly on the spot, finding her balance. Dragging her feet towards the old wooden fence, she collapses onto her knees and leans sideways against the fence for support, whimpering when her wounded back hits against it.

"Hello? Can anyone here me?" She calls out, her voice strained. Her hands were pressed tightly against and around the knife, trying to stop the blood flow. Her breath hitches, tears beginning to slide down her faces as the pain was starting to become overwhelming. Feeling her throat clogging up, Chloe releases a couple coughs as blood dribbles out of her mouth.

"Please! Someone... He-he-help me..." Sobbing out the last part while calling out in the silence of the night, Chloe scrunches her eyes together and pushes against her stomach even more, causing her more pain and tears. Laying her head back against the fence, she slowly begins to relax as goosebumps appear on her skin. Giving up on calling out for help, she tries to recall all the basic first aid training she had been given from her time in the army Cadets.

'Apply pressure...'

'Don't remove object...'

'Keep them warm...'

'Call for help...'

'Wrap up wound best as possible...'

'Keep them awake until professional help comes...'

By the time she had recalled as much as possible, the energy she had to move herself was long gone and she was quickly becoming ice cold. Chloe's entire bottom half of her T-shirt had been covered in blood which was running down onto her lap and floor.

The energy she had to apply the pressure on her wound was slowly loosening up and Chloe was speedily realizing how tired she was getting. Forcing herself to peel her eyes open, she found it to be an incredible effort and wanted nothing more then to close them gain and fall sleep.

Attempting to focus her gaze on a spot opposite her, her near perfect vision had become blurry and hazy. Chloe coughed a couple times again causing more blood to dribble out of her mouth and pain to rack through her body. She scrunched her eyes up again in pain and found that she had made a mistake. Chloe couldn't open her eyes again, in fact, she couldn't move at all.

Slowly, her breathing came to a stop as the pain of the knife within her  was causing her too much distress and found it easier to stop altogether. Eventually, her entire body became cold, blood that once oozed out of her back and stomach had stopped and her limbs had fallen limp.

Chloe couldn't feel anymore pain. She couldn't feel anymore coldness, blood or even the dirt covered floor that she sat upon. She couldn't feel anything, and she came to realize something.

Chloe Thompson had died on the eighteenth of January, 2017 aged 19 years old.

In another universe, Shaula Walburga Black was born on the third of November, 1959 only 3 minutes after her older twin brother Sirius Orion Black.