Chapter 8

"Hope is necessary in every condition. The miseries of poverty, sickness, of captivity, would, without this comfort, be insupportable."

- Samuel Johnson (1709 - 1784)

"Oh, right." Tristan said and they walked in silence but Tristan didn't mind he needed to think. His eyes turned slightly at Kyra's direction and quickly, saw with her covered with blood. Tristan shook his head.

"Why didn't I just tell her the truth?" Tristan thought.

Finally, classes were over for the rest of the day and Kyra couldn't believe how much homework she already received that is due next week. She couldn't understand how these young wizards and witches could handle this workload. She put her book bag on her desk and lay down on her bed. She closed her eyes just for a moment: "I want to kill you."

Kyra gasped as she reopened her eyes and groaned. She couldn't get that stupid vision out of her head. She known Tristan for two years but is that enough? Is two year enough to know someone who you care about? Tristan never spoke of his life as a newborn or his human life that much. Sometimes if he does, she would see a spark of sorrow and melancholy in his eyes but it would be over soon when Tristan begins to talk about something else.

"Could you really hurt someone, Tristan?" Kyra asked aloud as she stared at the ceiling.

"Do you think I could?" She sat straight up and her golden eyes widen to see Tristan leaning against her door.

"What are you doing in here?" Kyra asked.

"I wanted to see how you were doing after your first day of being a student here." Tristan told her as he closed the door behind him but stayed near the wall. "Do you really think I could hurt a human?"

"No, I don't think you could hurt a human but –"

"But what, Kyra? There can be no buts if you trust me." His eyes lowered, staring at her. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course, I do trust you! But do you trust me?" Kyra asked.

Tristan's human eyes widen, "Why would you ask me a question like that?"

Kyra got off the bed and walked to Tristan as his eyes watched her hips move right to left –Tristan scowled at himself and look straight at Kyra's face. She was only inches away from him and it took a lot of control to make sure the animal in him stayed put. "Do you trust me?" She asked him again.

Kyra gasped as she felt Tristan's hands on her arms, holding them tightly but their eye contact never moving. He pulled her closer, so close it would look like Tristan was about to kiss her. "I…trust…you." Tristan said, slowly and pushed her away from himself. "I don't know why you ask me a question like that."

"Maybe because I don't really know you. You never spoke of your human life or your life as a newborn. Adam would tell me little things but…it's like he has to be careful with his choice of words as if he's afraid he will give something away. Something you don't want me to know." Kyra said. "Why won't you let me in?"

Tristan stiffens at those words. "Kyra, I am your mentor not your mate." He snarled. "I don't have to explain myself to the likes of you."

"What's that suppose to mean?" Kyra screamed and gasped once again when she felt Tristan's hands on her arms.

"It means you should mind your own business and leave my past alone!" Tristan snarled as pushed her hard back onto the bed and turned his back on her.

Kyra screamed as she threw her pillow at the closed door and fell back down on her bed. Her hands slowly turned into fists on her lap. She could the anger and fury in her dead veins. How dare Tristan speak to her like that? "I am your mentor, not your mate." His hurtful words echoed in her mind.

He never spoke to her like that "Never…" She thought sadly. Her golden eyes looked out to the window and saw the sunset hiding behind the tall trees of the forest. Tonight, she would do the homework she was assigned from the professors and think of what to do about Tristan tomorrow morning.


"Damn it!" Tristan screamed as he slammed his bedroom door behind him. He threw his book bag straight to the wall.

The door opened and entered Adam, "Tristan, why are you –what's wrong?"

"Kyra! What's wrong is Kyra! She's such an –she's…she makes me so…."

"Angry?" Adam guessed.

"Infuriated! Livid! Enrage!" Tristan screamed.

Adam sighed as he sat down on the chair watching his younger brother, waking back and forth in the room, fuming. "What happened? Did you upset her?"

Tristan whirled around, "I upset her? She actually thought that I could hurt someone."

"Wait, I don't understand. How about you start from the beginning so I can help you." Adam told him.

Tristan sighed as he leaned his head against the wall, closing his eyes. As a human, it uses to help him control his emotions and put him in order but now that he was living dead, he didn't need it to breathe. But it did help with his anger running his dead veins. "Never mind, I just…I need to be alone right now, brother."

"Tristan –"

"Just…go." Tristan ordered, not bothering to look at his brother.

When he heard the door close, Tristan turned around and stood in the mirror in front of him. His crystal blue eyes slowly disappearing, the only thing that reminded him of his human life besides his brother. Finally, his violet eyes reappeared, showing his monstrous half. Tristan moved away from the mirror as he sat on the edge of his bed, needing to think. Why would Kyra question him? Did she really think he would kill an innocent? Does she really question their friendship?

"Of course, I do trust you! But do you trust me?"

"I don't really know you."

"I don't really know you. I don't really know you. Know you…know you…" Kyra's voice echoed in Tristan's head as he put his hands on his head.

"You can't know me, Kyra." Tristan mumbled. "I'm afraid what happens if you do."

"Have you kept other secrets from Kyra about you? Other vampires will come for her and you know why."

"Damn it!" Tristan screamed as he punched his thighs in fury.

"Kyra, I am your mentor not your mate. I don't have to explain myself to the likes of you."

"If I tell you the truth Kyra, I will lose you…forever." Tristan whispered. "And I can't have that. I won't have that."


Adam knocked on the door but there was no reply inside and he began to worry so he opened the door, only to find Kyra fast asleep on the bed with piles of books and paperwork on top of her. He chuckled at the sight and wished he had a camera with him. Instead, he closed the books, put the paperwork away onto her desk, and held her as he removed the sheets on the bed and put them over her body.

"Adam?" Kyra's voice whispered when she opened her eyes and saw his topaz eyes. "What are you doing here?" She asked, sitting back up.

"I wanted to see how you were doing." He told her as he sat on the edge of the bed.

She scoffed as she crossed her arms, "Let me guess, you spoke to your little brother."

"Not really, actually. He made angry noises." Adam chuckled sadly. "What happened between you two?"

"In Professor Trelawney's class, each student gets to see a vision of their partner's future through a crystal ball." Kyra began. "Tristan was my partner and I saw something horrifying and terrible." She looked up at Adam's topaz eyes and saw confusion in them. She didn't want to continue but she had to because Adam has the right to know. After all, he is the brother and the leader of their clan. "I saw Tristan killing a human."

Adam stared at Kyra shocked. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I saw her…she looked so scared and the way Tristan spoke –"

"What did he say?" Adam asked.

"I want to kill you. I want to rip into your skin and fed on your blood, and feel you bleed to death." Kyra quoted. "When I saw what I saw, I couldn't believe because Tristan would never harm a human or feed on one. I don't understand this vision."

"And that is why my brother is upset? Because of a vision?" Adam questioned.

"Yes and no." Kyra replied. "He and I got into an argument on trust. I told him I trust him and…"

"Kyra, please tell me you didn't ask him if he trusts you." Adam begged but he saw the look in her eye. "Kyra! My brother trusts you with all of his heart –his dead heart but that isn't the point. Tristan…he's –you have to understand by now, after all these years, that he can't…he doesn't want to get too close to anybody."

"Why, though?" Kyra asked, pulling her knees closer to her chest.

Adam sighed sadly, as he stared at the young vampire in front of him. "That is a different story for a different time, my youngling."

"Adam, why do you always do this?" Kyra yelled.

"Do what?"

"Make me…want to know more about Tristan. I feel as though he's hiding so many secrets and I can see what it's doing to him."

Adam raised his eyebrow, "Do you now?"

"Yes. I can see through his eyes and he hides it pretty well but…when I saw him talking to Joseph, there was an emotion I saw that I never seen in him before." Kyra said to him as she remembers the look he was giving to her that morning. "If he tells me little pieces of his life, then I'm alright with that."

Adam sighed, "Sleep Kyra. You have another day pretending to be a witch tomorrow."

"But –"

"Good night," Adam said as he closed the door behind him.

Kyra sighed as she fell back onto the sleep, her eyes slowly falling to sleep. "I will figure out who you really are, Tristan Matthews. And I won't give up." She whispered and finally, drifted to sleep.

A/N: Please comment and let me know what you think about this chapter.