CHAPTER 8

"I love you too." I whispered into his sleeve.

I felt him pull me a bit closer to him and my own heart beat uncontrollably. I closed my eyes and tried to implant this moment into my brain. I didn't want to forget its perfection.

Every second that we sat here felt good, felt right.

"You have no idea how much I missed you." Rory said.

"You have no idea how much I missed you." I told him. I squirmed and slid a bit so that my chest was against his and I was looking at him. His hand was placed on my back where my shirt had ridden up a bit. The cold sent a shiver through me.

"Everything was going wrong without you." He said.

"Everything was going wrong without you." I repeated. "It felt like my world was crumbling, like everything that went right, was only a fleeting glimpse before it came crashing down." I said.

"Really, to me it felt like nothing would ever go right …not ever again." He said. I felt tears welling in my eyes.

I moved forward, my face mere millimeters from his face. Then I pressed my lips against his icy ones, my tears spilling over and running onto both of our faces. I pushed my fingers into his hair, it was soft. His cold skin was a refreshing change and sent my heart a flutter.

I moved away from him a bit. His hand rose and brushed softly against the edge of my jaw.

The door opened down stairs, I could hear it. So could Rory. I immediately untangled my body from his and stood up.

"Cassie?" Mac called. I shot a worried glance to Rory.

"What should we do?" I asked quietly."

"He already knows that I'm here." Rory stated.

My mouth formed the word how.

"Well, for one thing, I've spoken and he obviously heard, and secondly he can smell me." Rory said again. I let my voice move from a whisper to normal volume.

"Oh, well…do you want to actually meet him, this time without trying to attack each other?"

"I guess that might be reasonable" he said getting to his feet, his movements towards me were slow. Dramatized. He held his hand out to me. I reached out and put my own to it. He grasped my palm tightly and pulled me to him. I inhaled at his tight embrace.

When I realized that he had done this with now reason backing it besides being closed to me I broke out in an uncontrollable grin.

I stepped back and started to move downstairs, Rory followed. We moved into the kitchen where Mac sat at the table. He stood when he saw us come in. Rory moved to him and stuck out his hand, they shook.

"Mac, this is Rory. Rory, this is Mac." I said feeling silly, for surly they already knew each others names.

Mac eyed Rory curiously, almost calculating. But then his look relaxed and he smiled.

I smiled self-consciously, and then moved forward to Rory. I reached out and grasped his hand firmly. Its marble texture was something I had missed over the last few months.

Mac nodded and then walked off. I had no idea where he was going.

I turned back to Rory. His eyebrows were raised.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, I'll tell you later." He said. I grimaced, I would probably forget.

"I believe you have homework to do." Rory said. My grimace became more pronounced.

"So do you." I accused.

"Yes, so why don't we do it together." He said pulling me up into his arms, we were up the stairs and in my room in about one second flat.

I sat down at my desk and pulled out the day's homework. I saw Rory do the same. All the time I worked, I continued to sporadically look his way. This was so great, so amazing…for the time being.

Dusk fell and Rory said he had to go and check with his family, but he would be back. I sat complacently, trying not to bother myself with anxiety. I heard my dad come in downstairs and decided that he would be a good distraction.

I scampered downstairs careful of each step and found my dad and Mac in the dining room.

"Hi!" I said a slight bit over enthusiastically.

"Well, hello there. We were just talking about you." My dad said. My face pulled into a frown. I didn't like it when people talked about me behind my back, even if they did tell me.

"What were you talking about?" I asked.

"You and Rory." He answered honestly. So much for my distraction.

"Oh, What about us?" I asked nervously.

"We were just talking about the change between how you act towards each other." He said. Wow, how informative.

There was a knock on the door. I turned and walked to it, opening it cautiously. It was Rory.

"I thought it would be a bit more polite for me to use the door rather than the window." He smirked. I took his elbow and pulled him to the dining room. His body went slightly stiffer but I didn't bother with it. He should be used to my dad. He lived with the Volturi, and my dad worked there almost every second of the day.

"Hello Robert." Rory said.

My dad gave him the same calculating look that Mac had. I shifted edgily. But then my fathers face warmed up. Even more so then Mac's had. I let out an audible sigh of relief. He smiled.

"It's very nice to see you Rory." He said. I wondered what the sudden kindness was for.

"Err, right." I said even though it wasn't really my time to talk. I turned around and pulled Rory with me. We ended up in the front room. "What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Why don't we go for a walk?" he said.

"I guess," I answered unsure. "But it's almost dark."

"Don't worry" he said grabbing my waist from behind. "I won't let anything get you." He said. I gave him a nervous smile, and then turned to pop my head back into the dining room.

"We're going for a walk." I told Mac and my dad.

"We heard." Mac said looking up at me briefly and smiling. I went back to see Rory already holding a coat of mine. I took it gratefully and shrugged into it. Rory placed his hand lightly on my back and guided me to the door.

When we stepped outside the chill air awoke my senses. I inhaled deeply and huddled into Rory, he wrapped his arm around me. We walked down into the fields that were vacant of anything. Eventually it was very dark and we stopped. We had been walking in silence, but it wasn't odd or uncomfortable.

Rory turned to me and took my hands in his own. I looked up to the stars above us. They were twinkling like small diamonds. I looked back to Rory's face and saw how much more entrancing it was compared to the now measly stars.

"Cassie, Cassandra." He said more formally.

"Yes?" I asked. Pure adrenaline at just being with him was pulsing through my veins.

"I have something for you." He said in a low seductive voice.

"Really, and what would that be?" I asked rising and eyebrow.

He reached into a pocket on his coat and withdrew his hand. He was holding a small black box. I felt my eyes widen.

He looked to me and I looked to him.

"To remind you that I will always love you." He said opening the small box.

Inside was the most divine piece of jewelry I had ever seen. More exquisite than any wedding ring I had ever seen. It had two diamonds in the actual band, then two larger ones next to it and then in the middle a perfect diamond heart.

My heart swelled to a point that I thought it might crack my ribs.

"I-it's beautiful." I said a bit breathy.

He slipped it on to my right hand ring finger. I smiled, and then felt slightly sheepish.

"But I already have the bracelet from you." I said, tempted to take the ring back off. But its superior allure kept it on my finger.

"Just don't wear them on the same hand." Rory chuckled attractively.

I threw my arms around his neck and he pulled me to him, I was at least three inches off the ground. I pushed my lips against his. In a perfect kiss, for a perfect moment.

When I finally had to move for air my head swam.

"I have to get you home." Rory said reluctantly. I pushed my face into a pout. He kissed my forehead and then pulled me into his arms, about to run. I squirmed. "What?" he asked before moving.

"I don't want you to run. I want you to walk, that way I can see your face longer." I said hiding my own face out of embarrassment form my words.

"Fine" I heard him say, the smirk was apparent in his voice. He started walking and my head turned to look at him. "You said you wanted me to walk, not you also." He said.

"Well, I can walk by my self." I reminded him halfheartedly.

"I know you can, but I want to carry you." He said. I sighed knowing that I would lose this argument and let myself take in every perfect centimeter of him.

When we arrived back at the door to the house Rory set me down. I looked at my hand and examined the ring once again.

Rory held the side of my face and then opened the door.

My dad was standing in the hallway. I smiled to him. He looked at me and smiled. His eyes took in the ring and he looked back at me knowingly.

"I have to go." Rory said. I looked up to him wanting to tell him that he didn't, but I knew that that would be foolish, so I bit my tongue and held still as he lightly kissed my cheek. Then he left.

I turned back to my father.

"Are you going anywhere?" I asked.

"no." he said. "Cass, will you come here a moment." He said. I nodded and walked toward him.

He put his arm around me paternally.

"Rory really does love you." He said, I knew that.

"How could you tell?" I asked.

"Because his weakness is you." My father replied.

All week I had been struggling with myself. Struggling over how I had chosen to act toward Patrick, and now no one from my old group of friends would talk to me. I would occasionally get timid glances from Rachel, Jenna, or Alexis…but they wouldn't talk to me. But what I did get was confused stares from Patrick. It seemed that every time I looked in his direction, his face was plastered with misunderstanding.

Yes, everything was wonderful wit Rory; it was like my life was finally back on track. When I wrote my mother I didn't mention that he was here, but I got a call the next day where she said that I sounded much happier. I had gotten countless compliments on my ring and I had taken it off yet. I had worn the bracelet once more, but I felt a bit spoiled.

I was currently sitting in science, trying desperately to pay attention, but my worries about Patrick's immovable face had most of my brain.

The bell rang and a new wave of happiness washed over me at the reminder that it was Friday. I got out of my seat and grabbed my bag before walking to the door where I was met by Rory. People were still unaccustomed to this switch in my boyfriends. I knew that people were jealous and disapproving.

I had not only learned this from overhearing people, but I had been getting the third degree from Eleanor.

Rory kissed my forehead and wove his arm around my hip. We walked to the cafeteria and bought lunch (though he wasn't going to eat anything). Then he guided me over to the table where Kayla and the rest of his family sat. I felt that looks that I got as we passed, but I didn't care. Because to me everything was perfect. I was here with Rory, and we were in love.

"Hey kid, you and Rory seem to be making quite the hubbub." Triston said. I thought that if Triston were actually old that I would hate the way that he talked, but instead I loved it. It made me laugh and was almost always upbeat.

I sat and started to pick at my food, nibbling bits and pieces.

"Why do you seem nervous?" Rory asked, his voice sending a chill down my spine.

"I, I think that I need to talk to Patrick." I said quietly, but the whole table heard and went quiet themselves.

"About what?" Jill asked.

"I don't know, stuff. I just hate the way that he looks at me now; like he doesn't understand." I said.

Jill nodded sympathetically.

"Well, why don't you talk to him during gym?" Rory volunteered.

I turned to him raising my eyebrows.

"I don't think he's going to like it much with you two feet away and listening to the whole thing." I said. Rory scoffed. "I think I'll invite him down to town or something." I mused. "We can talk there." I said and looked up to see Rory.

He looked disapproving.

"What?" I asked in response to his look.

"I just don't want you two alone there. I'll go with you." He said. I frowned.

"That wouldn't help at all. I'll be okay, but we need to talk without you." I said.

"Fine." Rory sighed knowing I wouldn't let him come. I smiled to him and took a bite of my food. When the bell rang everyone got up and Elyse wished me good luck on talking to Patrick. I walked slowly, and I knew that I was annoying both Kayla and Rory.

After changing, I didn't go with Kayla to where Rory sat; instead I changed my course of direction to where Patrick was sitting. My strides were short and undecided. Yes, I wanted to talk to him, but what exactly would I say. I gave up on trying planning my words and decided to just act on my decisions. I walked over to him.

"Hey Patrick," I started.

"Yes Cassie?" he said oddly formal.

"Err," I said disconcerted and forgetting my point. "Oh! Um, I really need to talk to you." I muttered. Patrick's face stiffened.

"I would rather not." He said.

"But-"I was cut off by the gym teacher. Blowing the whistle for us to go and sit on our spots and stretch. Patrick got up and moved away. I crossed my arms and walked huffily to my spot.

"I'm sorry that he wouldn't talk to you." Rory said. I shooed him away with my hand.

"I wasn't done; I will get him to talk with me." I said determinedly. When we finished stretching and were split into groups to play baseball. I purposefully moved myself so that I could be on the same team as Patrick. But it wasn't until the period was almost over that I got a second chance to talk to him.

"Patrick, please I really need to talk with you." I pleaded. He turned to me, his eyes scornful.

"Fine, when?" he said. I inhaled and almost smiled.

"After school, we can go down into town." I said.

"What about you new boyfriend?" he asked.

"What about him?"

"Won't he care?"

"I already worked it out. So meet me in front of the cafeteria after school, okay?" I said. He nodded and I moved off to find Rory before the bell rang. "I told you I would get him to talk to me." I said. He ruffled my hair and then bent down, pressing his lips to the hollow under my ear.

"It's because you're amazing." He whispered. I giggled.

"Can you check something for me?" I asked.

"Sure." He said.

"Is he planning on actually showing up?" Rory closed his eyes and thought for a moment.

"Yes." He said when he answered. I felt, well…there was no other way to describe it…giddy.

The rest of the day was slow, but I got my re-take test from drama back and I had gotten a better grade. I was eager to get to talk to Patrick, though my stomach made odd anxious noises. But once the final bell rang my courage was waning. It was much easier to just say that I was going to talk to him. But now I would actually have to.

When I left the classroom Rory was there for me. I held his hand as I walked to my locker. After that I kissed his cheek and told him that I would talk to him later, and he wished me good luck.

My steps were coming in an uneven pattern. And I was watching the ground as I neared the cafeteria. When I looked up though, Patrick was waiting and he looked just as nervous as I felt.

"Hi." I said raising my hand and waving it in a short movement.

"Hey" he said awkwardly.

"Umm, why don't we go?" I said. We took the bus down to town in silence. Once we were there we walked for a bit. I was hoping that the feeling of unease would wear off, but it didn't. Finally Patrick said something.

"So what did you want to talk about?" he asked. I took a deep breath, I guess now was the time to say it.

"I wanted to talk about a lot of things." I paused "but firstly, I have to have you know something." I quickly thought over my words. Then began,

"Do you remember back to the very first day, when I thought that I saw someone I knew, and later I admitted that I had thought it was my boyfriend?" he nodded. "Well," I laughed at myself for the absurdity of how this would sound. "I thought that I saw Rory." I continued talking before he could say anything. "Rory and I were dating back when I lived in California. I've known him for a long time" I said leaving out that he was my best friend's boy friend. "And it was serious. But then I left because of…personal reasons." I said, my words slowing at deciding how to continue.

Patrick looked at me like he didn't understand why I was telling him this. Which I could understand, it probably sounded like I was rubbing it in his face.

"But when I came here, I couldn't stop thinking about him. And then one day in P.E. I glanced at you and…you just looked so much like he used to…" I said trailing off into my memories. "And things got out of hand I guess. And then you were there, so loving and caring. And my life was spiraling down, but you were a constant, something that made it better." I said and looked up to his face. But it didn't look happy. It wasn't smiling. His face was still set in stone of confusion. "But when I said that I loved you it was because I wanted that feeling of love again. Because I had had it with Rory and I missed it. But now, I am sorry that I caused you any hurt." I sighed as I finished.

"Are you done?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Okay, um, thank you for explaining everything." His words were slow like he was thinking each one over before he said it. "I guess I understand. I haven't ever had that kind of problem though, but I think I can see it from your point of view. I was just upset, you don't know how much rejection hurts." He said and I was tempted to laugh, because I most definitely did know.

We spent a long time walking and talking. It never felt completely comfortable but not as uneasy as it had started out. The sun had dipped behind the hills and the street lamps were starting to come on. The clock tower tolled above us as we passed the fountain in the middle of the square.

The cobble stone beneath our feet had indistinguishable colors in the dark.

"Cassandra?" a gruff voice asked. I looked up surprised. Patrick was just as confused.

A figure emerged from the shadows in one of the corners of the square. The figure was followed by a second. They were both people. They both had unnaturally pale skin and vivid blue eyes that glowed enough to give off a dim light. An uncontrollable spasm of fear shot down my legs. I wanted to pull my gaze away from the two vampire men to see Patrick's reaction, but I couldn't.

"Cassandra?" one of them said again.

"Yes." I answered meekly.

"I am Demetri." The one with long hair that had a slight wave to it said. "And this is Felix." Demetri said gesturing to the second man whose dark hair was cropped short. "We're here from the Volturi, and we need you to come with us." Demetri finished. My eyes were wide that they had talked about the Volturi in front of Patrick, an unknowing human.

"Um…" I said quickly trying to pull together something to say. But I could lamely come up with close to nothing. "Now isn't a good time." I said.

I felt Patrick move closer to me and whisper in my ear.

"Who are they?" he asked.

"Don't let him talk!" Felix said. And I knew better than to say anything when I was under the command of someone infinitely more powerful than myself but Patrick…

"Aro say's that he wants to see you now." Demetri answered.

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

"Let's go." Felix said. I blindly took a step forward, but I knew that Patrick didn't move. "Both of you" he said smiling maliciously. And I didn't want to know the reason that Felix smiled, for I was sure it was grotesque.

Felix moved behind us and nudged Patrick, Patrick stumbled forward.

"What's going on?!?" he asked as quietly as he could, but his attempt to be unheard was useless.

"Stop talking" I muttered as an advisory, hoping he would listen.

We were led around the castle in a way that I had never gone before. And the whole time we were slanting down until we got to a dead end. Demetri moved forward to the side of the wall and pushed. It was like in Scooby-doo where you press on a wall and it opens, but this was a brick wall that had been opened by brute force. I would have been amused or surprised if it were not for the circumstances.

Patrick and I were ushered into the dark enclosing. My heart pounded loud with fear. I looked at Patrick; even in the dark I could see his stricken face. Felix moved ahead of us and we followed as best we could. The floor was obviously the same uneven stone that I had been admiring before.

We turned a couple corners of the cold and wet hallway and then we saw light. We had somehow arrived in the 'reception' room, where Gianna sat at the desk.

"Hello Cassandra." She said cheerily. I was starting to hyperventilate and her overtly bright mood seemed off in the atmosphere that Demetri and Felix had created. I picked up that Patrick was fidgeting nervously as we walked.

When Demetri and Felix turned into another room I was surprised and my feet didn't catch up with my mind. They walked past it. But in less than half a second Felix stood in front of me.

"What are you doing Cassandra; you are supposed to be in here." He said pointing to the room I had passed. I turned around and walked back to the room, but once inside the doorway I wished I hadn't stopped for Felix.

This room was round, had the same cobble stone floors, small windows and in the center of the room was a drain on a patch of dipped floor. I had been in this room only twice before, and both were in dreams; dreams where blood is spilled, nightmares. I stumbled forward to where Patrick stood. When I got over to him the hysteria in his voice was evident.

"What the hell is going on??" hi voice quavered in its hushed state.

"Nothing." I said, though I knew it was a stupid response, it obviously wasn't 'nothing'.

"What the fuck?!? Tell me now!" he yelled, I felt fat tears swimming in my eyes. I didn't know what was going on; only that it had to be very important. The doors opened and Marcus, Aro, and Caius glided in and to their seats.

"Ah, Cassandra." Aro said.

"How the hell do you know her, and who are you!?!?" Patrick continued to shout to Aro, Marcus, and Caius.

"Patrick, shut up!" I whispered, though he didn't hear. I wanted to clasp my hand over his mouth.

"Oh, Patrick" Aro said mournfully, "such a shame, such a shame." He muttered. "Jane" he said in a normal conversation voice. Jane entered in a lithe step.

"Yes master." She replied pleasantly. I had grown accustomed to hearing people refer to Aro, Marcus, and Caius as master, but Patrick's nose crinkled at the word. I saw Patrick turn his head to Aro.

"That's sick! You're not her master, she's our age!" he yelled at Aro. And in the next second he was on the ground, screaming and writhing in pain. I gasped in horror. And stepped back.

Jane moved closer so that she was right next to me and watched vindictively as Patrick twisted in agony on the ground. That was when I realized that she was the one doing it to him. I started screaming at her to stop and finally.

"That is enough Jane." Aro said. "Now, get rid of him."

"Easily." She said moving closer to Patrick.

I turned to look at Aro, shock masking my, but I jerked my head back when a fresh scream from Patrick erupted. Jane was over him and at first I didn't understand what she was doing, but then I did. Jane had bitten him and she was hovering over sucking out his blood.

"STOP!" I screeched. I knew that my face was bone white and sheen of sweat from my nerves covered it. And then Jane pulled back, but Patrick wasn't moving anymore. His black hair looked strangely off color compared to his chalky skin, all color from blood gone. I felt woozy, and my balance was off. My knees were like Jell-O.

"Now, please get rid of him Jane." Aro said. She nodded and I saw her walk somewhere but I didn't want to follow her with my eyes. I couldn't bear to see Patrick's lifeless form again. I hadn't noticed that my tears had overflowed my eyes until one dripped onto my hand.

"Why?" I asked.

"Calm down Cassandra, he was just a worthless human; you would end up losing him anyway once you were changed." Aro said brushing off Patrick's murder like it was nothing. I wanted to throw up. "Speaking of being changed, that is why you were brought here. We have decided a date." He said. A new wave of fear engulfed me. "We have decided that you will be changed in one month, December thirty-first."

"New years eve?" I asked the date clicking in my mind.

"Yes."

"t-that's all, you just brought me here to say that." I said again.

"Yes, now your father should be here soon, so if you could go and wait for him with Gianna." I nodded numbly, trying to block the images from entering my mind. The scene that was Patrick's death.

I walked out of the room, the door slamming shut behind me. I stood where I was for a moment. A new fear of the Volturi had now been instilled. Their act of genteel civility completely diminished from any of my thoughts.

I leaned weakly against the door. And then I slid down it, collapsing onto the floor. I pushed my face into my hands as I cried, sobbed really. But then a perfect voice punctured my bubble of sorrow.

"Cassie?" Rory said. I felt him lay a hand on the top of my head. I looked up from my tear stained hands. "Cassie, what's wrong?" he asked more urgently when he saw my face.

"They-they killed him. Just killed him, they didn't even care." I said my words hard to understand through the crying.

"Who?" Rory asked.

"Patrick." I said letting my face return to my hands. Rory's arms encased themselves around me and I felt the ground disappear beneath me. It didn't even feel like he was moving as he walked. I wasn't aware of how long we had walked for when Rory set me down.

I was in another room. It was furnished like a living room, but I could tell we were still in the castle because of the walls. I looked up to see the rest of Rory's family around me.

"Are you okay dear?" Melanie asked concerned. I tried to answer yes, but my conscious wouldn't let me, and all I could do was choke back another sob. I saw Rory move to her and whisper in a voice too quiet and fast for my ears. I could only assume that he was telling her what happened. "Oh!" she said when he was done. I sniffled pathetically.

"Can we get you anything?" Jill asked. I shook my head.

"Are you sure?" Elyse asked again. I nodded.

Finally I opened my mouth to breath instead of through my nose. I inhaled deeply trying to calm my fast paced heart.

"I'm sorry that you had to see that." Damien said. We all sat still in the room. The quiet ebbing away from my mind, until I was hearing the whole day on a replay.

"The last thing I told him was to shut up." I mumbled ashamed of the memory.

Rory rubbed my back as I began to talk.

"What happened to his body?" I asked.

"It was probably burned with the others." Damien said.

"Others?" I looked up. Damien's brow creased. I pushed away the idea that more innocent lives had been taken. "What will his parents think?"

"I'm not sure." Damien replied. He seemed to be the one who handled this the most clinically.

"I was the last person with him, what are they going to say if a police investigation is started?"

"The Volturi will make sure that it doesn't trace back to you." Damien said. I wanted to gag at the thought of them.

The questions started pouring out of my mouth. They were each answered, though some of them I later decided that I didn't want t know.

"I need to get you home." Rory said. I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to have met my father. "Don't worry, Jill called him" Rory said answering my unasked question.

I stood up and waved good bye to everyone in the room. They smiled to me, but one face caught my eye. Triston. He hadn't talked at all, but now his expression was barely a smile. I wanted to talk to him. But Rory pulled me up into his arms and then we left.

We drove back to my house, but the seat was nothing compared to Rory's arms. The house looked warm and inviting compared to the cool air that lingered out side. Rory walked me to the door, one arm around me supporting the majority of my weight. I pushed open the door and my dad was there in moments.

"Good, you're back." He sighed relief flooding his face. "Thank you for bringing her here." He said as if waiting for Rory to leave. I decided I needed to speak.

"Dad, can Rory stay?" I asked.

"What?" my father said like the idea was insane. I looked up and met his face with my own sad one.

"Please, I really need him." I said.

"W-well, I guess." He said. "But don't do anything stupid. We can hear you." My dad added. The idea of doing anything like that hadn't even crossed my mind. Rory escorted me upstairs. I changed into my P.J.'s in the bathroom and then went right to bed.

Rory tucked me in beneath the comforters and then lay down next to me. I turned so that I faced him.

"Sweet dreams." He whispered as I closed my eyes. But my dreams were anything but sweet.

There I was. Lying on my back in the cold snow. All color drained from my face, the way Patrick's had looked that evening. There was blood coming in a soft trickle away from my neck. It was melting the snow with its warmth. Because there I was, lying on my back in the snow, dead.

The dream had repeated over and over during the night and when I woke my mind was in frenzy.

I sat up in bed. Too fast. I felt dizzy, but stayed upright, searching my vision for Rory. He was still next to me.

"What's wrong Cassie?" He said skipping past what my dream had been. I did too.

"I need you to tell me something." I said urgently.

"What?"

"It's something you wouldn't tell me before."

"What?" he repeated.

"I need to know why my dreams are so…real, and why some of them come true." I said.

Rory sighed and looked off through my window before answering.

"I didn't want to tell you before because I thought it might scare you. But I guess you should know now."

He paused.

"You're name is rather ironic to this situation. It being Cassandra. In Greek myth Cassandra was a Trojan princess, the daughter of Priam and Hecuba. She was given the gift of prophecy by Apollo, but when she spurned his advances he cursed her so nobody would believe her prophecies. But we actually believe you. So I, well my family and I think that when I tap into your subconscious I am bringing the 'power' that you will have once you are changed closer to the surface." He finished.

"But, if my dreams are the future does that mean…that the dream I just had is going to come true?" I asked my heart skipping a beat at the thought.

Rory was quiet for a minute.

"Not all of your dreams come true, so we can't know." He answered gravely.