Chapter 6
"Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have."
-Elizabeth Bowen (1899 - 1973)
"It means I must have been a student here –a witch." Kyra said, smiling. "Maybe, my memories will return."
"How can you be so sure?"
"I can feel it." Kyra said. "I know that my life will forever change in this place."
Tristan didn't say anything as he stood up and walked away. "Tristan, where are you going?" Kyra called out.
But he didn't reply back as he slowly walked farther away from her. Kyra lay there, confused on why her friend and mentor weren't speaking to her. This wasn't like Tristan. Tristan stopped walking as he reached the steps and turned around to see Kyra still lying on the grass, staring at the bright stars. "Forgive me, Kyra." Tristan thought as he turned around and super-speeded back to the school.
After staying outside for a while, Kyra walked back to the campus, passing the vampires staying out for guard. The headmaster assigned a building just for the vampires in the school just like any other house. Kyra said the password and entered, only to find that the fireplace was still on. She walked up the stairs on her right side and opened her room, the walls painted of a red and orange with bookshelves and a closet.
"Home sweet home," Kyra smiled.
She stripped off her uniform and placed it on the chair so she doesn't forget to put it on the next morning. Kyra opened the bathroom door and shocked to see everything was white. The vampire splashed cold water on her face before staring at her reflection in the mirror above the sink but only to see half of her reflection. She never truly understood what that meant and she tried seeking answers from other vampires but even they didn't know after their years of being an immortal.
"Beauty shouldn't be wasted on you," Kyra clutched her hand with her free hand as she closed her eyes and something blurry –or was it somebody? Suddenly, Kyra dropped a towel with her free hand when she saw in the mirror a young woman's face bruised and beaten, her brown eyes staring at her for help. But when Kyra placed her hand against the cold glass, the person vanished leaving just Kyra's half reflection.
"Magic," Kyra scoffed as she closed the bathroom door behind her. She changed into a silk nightgown and climbed into bed, but before she closed the curtains.
The next morning, Kyra awoke from a poof noise, turned her head, and was surprise to see a house elf standing near by. Kyra smiled to herself, thinking of how the elf reminds her of a small human child. "Hello," Kyra said as she pulled the covers off her legs.
"Hello, miss. Master made you and your friends' the medicine." The elf said.
"Medicine? Is Professor Snape your master?" Kyra asked and the elf nodded. "Well, thank you and thank him for me as well."
The elf nodded and poof he vanished. Kyra held the vile of potions in her hand and wonder if they really work. "There's only one way to find out," Kyra said aloud.
After changing into her uniform and fixing her hair, Kyra walked out of her room and found Tristan waiting for her downstairs. She had to admit, he looked handsome in the uniform. However, Kyra stopped walking when she noticed something different about him. "Tristan, your eyes -!"
Tristan chuckled at her reaction, "Professor Snape gave me an extra potion for my eyes. I have my human eyes back."
Kyra reached her hand out but decided against it, "A crystal blue. Well, you have beautiful eyes, Tristan Matthews."
"Thank you. I remember this was the color of my mother's eyes." Tristan said.
Kyra smiled back at him. "Ready to go to breakfast?"
"It's not like we have a choice."
The vampires ignored the whispering stares point at them as they sat next to the Golden Two and Ginny Weasley for breakfast. Kyra turned her head and smiled when she saw that other vampires have gotten along with the magical humans so far. Kyra looked up and noticed that Ron was staring at her like a stupid goldfish.
"What is it, Ron?" She asked.
"How can you even eat if technically you are…?"
Kyra leaned in the table and whispered, "Dead."
"It's not such a bad word, Mr. Weasley. As long as I keep a healthy diet on blood, my body functions normally like sleeping and eating." Kyra said as she held up the pumpkin juice. "But our bodies can survive without those things sometimes."
"But you're hiding something else, aren't you?" Harry said.
Tristan chuckled, "Very observant, Mr. Potter. The only way we can survive without the human functions is if we drink human blood."
"That's…disgusting." Ginny admitted.
And for the first time since they have known Kyra, she laughed. Harry and Ron jumped at the sound, mostly because it sounded so innocent but it reminded them of their lost friend. Harry shook his head as he looked away from Kyra, "Hermione isn't here." Harry thought.
After breakfast was over, Ron, Harry, Tristan, and Kyra walked outside and down the steps for Care for Magical Creatures with Hagrid. As Tristan walked, he listened in on the animal's noises just in case if any were close, they wouldn't run away from the sight of him and Kyra. If they ran away, Kyra and Tristan would have to find some other food supply.
The seventh years circled around Hagrid's hut, waiting for the huge professor to get out of his small house. When Hagrid did get out, the students followed him deeper in the forest but he didn't take them too far, since he isn't really allow to. All of them sat on large logs surrounding the half giant. Kyra stared at the professor and felt the urge to speak and hug him but she shook that thought out, having no idea where that came from.
"Now, I want all of you to open your book to page…" Hagrid said, beginning his lesson.
However, Tristan Matthews wasn't paying attention to what Hagrid was saying. He was concentrating on the smell of blood near by. It wasn't human's blood but animal's blood and it wasn't too far from here. Tristan turned his head to see a figure hiding in the shadows of the trees. He snarled at the presence ruining his morning already.
"Now who can tell me…?" Hagrid asked, continuing his lesson.
Tristan turned his head to Kyra, who was paying attention to the half-giant professor. So, he took the opportunity to leave without anybody noticing, including Kyra. Tristan walked to a man around his late 20's, wearing dark jeans and a plaid blue shirt under his jacket. But he had a marked across his right brow –a scar from a knife.
"What are you doing here, Joseph?" Tristan growled.
"What do you think, my old friend?" Joseph said, staring at Kyra.
"Don't even think about it!" Tristan snarled as he pushed Joseph farther away into the shade.
Joseph laughed, "Relax, my old friend."
"Tell me why you are here or else I'll leave another scar on your other brow." Tristan threatened.
"I just came to leave Adam a message and decided to go hunting. You know, the animals here taste far more delicious than those in the muggle world." Joseph answered, adding a little smirk. "How long were you hoping to keep this secret?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about." Tristan said. "If you excuse me, I have to get back to class."
"I have a question for you: why is the amazing and brooding Tristan Matthews keeping Kyra's true identity from her and the rest of the clan?" Joseph asked.
"Again, I have no idea what you are talking about."
But before Tristan could return to his classmates, Joseph pulled the teen vampire back as he wrapped his arm around his neck as if he was choking him. Tristan tried to fight him back but Joseph was older than he was. "You know who Kyra really was and I know because –remember I tasted her blood before."
"Why do you care?" Tristan snapped.
Joseph sighed as he loosens his grip on the teenager, "Because Kyra has a good heart –a kind heart. And she doesn't deserve any pain. How long do you honestly expect to keep this secret?"
"Forever?" Tristan answered him.
"And what about you, huh? Have you kept other secrets from Kyra about you? Other vampires will come for her and you know why."
"I know what they are going to do to her," Tristan whispered harshly. "That's why only my brother and I know the truth."
Tristan moved his eyes to Kyra, "I'm afraid to lose her."
Kyra turned around and saw that Tristan wasn't sitting next to her. She turned her head and saw Tristan speaking to Joseph, one of the older vampires, in the clan. "What is he doing here?" She thought.
"You will if you don't tell her the truth." Joseph said to him before disappearing through the shadows.
Tristan groaned as he put his head against the tree and opened his eyes to see that Kyra was looking at him with a confused and angry look in her eyes. But he chose to look past that buy couldn't help but stare at her and couldn't do anything. But he knew he was doing one thing and it was staring at her: her dark wavy hair, her perfect olive skin, her lips, and the beautiful golden eyes.
Tristan snarled at himself as he turned his head away from thinking about Kyra like that. He couldn't be thinking of her like that! She was like a sister to him –a little sibling that he vowed to protect from any harm but this feeling he was having whenever he was around her. Tristan hasn't felt like this since his first love.
Kyra turned her head when Tristan sat back down just in time when Hagrid looked over to their side. She wanted to talk to him but knew that they couldn't talk in front of the students. When class was finally over, Kyra and Tristan walked behind Ron and Harry in the halls.
"What did Joseph want?" Kyra asked.
"Nothing important," He said to her but she could tell he was lying.
"Well, it's something important because of the way you were staring at me."
"And how was I staring at you?" Tristan asked, interested.
"You were staring at me like I was…" Kyra really didn't want to say anything but she got herself into a trap. "You were staring at me with this emotion in your eyes."
"What emotion?"
"I don't know." Kyra replied, honestly. "It was an emotion I've never seen before in your eyes and to be honest, it scared a little bit."
Tristan sighed sadly, "Well, I'm sorry if my stares frightened you Kyra. But my conservation with Joseph is private. And I don't have to tell you anything." Tristan said and walked faster away from an indignant vampire.