In the halls of Harvard

A/N: weeeee!!!! And here is the lovely chapter six! What's in it? * smiles smugly * only I know! Well, for now.. :P







Tristan ran his hands through his tousled hair, he sighed then stared at the mirror in front of him, 'What did I do to deserve this?!'

Rory had just finished her wallowing phase, so Tristan had retired to his room, and then went to his bathroom to take a hot shower, and try to forget what had happened on their first date.

Tristan stared at his chest, then took off his shirt, 'How could she not like you?! You are so damn hot, man!' Tristan grinned at himself, and then poked his six-pack stomach. A sudden bout of wind chilled him, goose bumps broke open. 'You shall not be defeated by a puny chilly wind!!!'

Tristan saw a spiral of faint smoke beside him; he turned his head sideways and saw none. Then he looked up and saw the smoke was getting thicker, and it was forming into a small humanoid form… then the smoke was replaced by a young schoolgirl, her face was deadly white, and so was her lips, here eyes were shining brightly in the colour of ruby, she was clutching a withered rose, and her voice was whispery, yet shrill… The girl raised her eyes to Tristan's and whispered,

"The trees rustled,

The leaves fall,

The schoolgirls played,

Leaving me behind,

They skipped around,

Playing in the playground,

As I planted a rose,

A rose so red,

So, you could remember me,

When I'm dead"

Then the girl started to grow, swirls of smoke surrounded her, and then it was gone. A young woman replaced the schoolgirl with grey hair flowing before her. Her eyes were glowing red, bulging, her thin lips were red, and her complexion was deathly grey. The woman staggered towards Tristan, who was backing up, the woman snarled at Tristan.

Suddenly, a choked cry rang out, calling out his name; Tristan stood up straight, the woman had vanished. What was left was a withered rose on the floor, as he bend down to pick up the rose, he heard a faint shrill of a young girl laughing, with the poem mixed in the background.




A/N: yeah, the cry was from Rory! * beams * chp. 7 coming up!!!!