Chapter 7

"That's the story of our life—men tell lies and women believe them."

- Vladimir Voinovich (1932 - )

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.

The students were now in Professor Trelawney's class and sat with one partner in a small table. Tristan and Kyra sat next to each other but Kyra refused to look at Tristan, still hurt from his little speech he made. Kyra's golden eyes looked around the classroom of the magical stuff and the crystal balls.

"Now, we look into our future in the crystal balls." Professor Trelawney announced and Kyra fought the urge to laugh at her because of the way the professor sounded. "Take hold of your partner's hand and touch the crystal ball. There you will look into their future."

"She's obviously crazy." Kyra mumbled under her breathe.

"Give me your hand," Tristan ordered.

"Excuse me? Don't talk to me like that."

"And how should I talk to you, Kyra?" Tristan asked her, his eyes blazing with fury and annoyance. "Look, I am not in the mood for games. Just give me your bloody hand."

Kyra sighed as she gave him her hand in defeat, "Someone needs to hunting."

"I'm fine." Tristan snarled.

He put his hand on the crystal ball and felt himself swimming through a light and suddenly, found himself in the Forbidden Forest. The air was like ice in the nighttime as he walked on the snow. The hair on the back of his neck was prickling, every nerve screaming. Something was wrong. Tristan continued walking, not knowing where he was going until he saw a slender figure of a girl standing in front of him, her hands clasped across her chest.

Tristan's eyes squinted at the sight in front of him, "Kyra?"

She stared at him, her face paler than usual, and her lips trembling. A spasm of terror gripped him when he saw how scared she look, something was wrong with Kyra. Tristan took a step forward just as she moved her hands away from her chest and held them out. There was blood on them. He looked at her shirt and saw blood but most importantly, he saw the wooden stake near her heart.

Tristan caught her with one arm as she sagged forward. He could feel the coldness of her body but the smell…it was the smell of blood. "Ky-Kyra, everything will be alright." He said to her. "Everything will be alright. You're going to be okay."

Her head titled back as her golden eyes began to change color and then, suddenly her whole appearance changed. Tristan's eyes widen because he was staring at the same person –the same person he saved two years ago. .

Quickly, Tristan released his hold on Kyra's hand and jumped off his seat, away from the crystal ball and Kyra. Everyone the class turned their attention to the new student, whispering and wondering what is going on. Kyra got off her seat and walked towards Tristan, who seems to be in his own world, and placed her hand against his cheek.

Tristan awoke from his trance as he felt Kyra's touch against his cheek. "Tristan, what did you see?" She asked him, her golden eyes pleading for him to tell her.

"I –nothing. I saw nothing." Tristan said, daring not to look at her because the moment he does, he will see her lifeless eyes.

"Tristan –"

"Mr. Andrews, you are obliged to tell her what you saw in her future." Professor Trelawney told him.

Finally, Tristan lifted his head and look at her. Kyra jumped because for the first time, she believed she saw pain in his eyes. "Please Kyra, I'll tell you after class." Tristan said to her. Kyra didn't say anything because of the way he looked and the way he spoke to her, he sounded like he was almost pleading. Kyra didn't say anything but nodded her head.

"Alright, if everyone is done it is the next partner's turn." Professor Trelawney announced.

Kyra sat back down as she stared at the crystal ball and wondered if she could really see Tristan's future. But what would be his future? He's been a vampire for many years and nothing will really change for him. She looked up and saw Tristan's hand. "This is incredibly stupid," She mumbled and took his cold hand as she put her own hand on the crystal ball.

A red hair beauty stood in the forest, her body shivering from the cold wind and she was crying, not because she was sad but fear. She was afraid. Cold lips brushed her neck so softly; killer's lips. His lips curl into a monstrous smile. "Do you want to hurt me?" She whispered.

"I want to kill you. I want to rip into your skin and fed on your blood, and feel you bleed to death." He said to her. He brought his nose to her neck as he inhaled her scent, her blood. "Just one taste." He lifted his eyes –his pitch black eyes of hunger and lust and then, his teeth sharpened and went straight down to her neck.

Kyra released her hand from Tristan as she awakens from that horrid vision. She put her hands around her neck as if she could feel the teeth pressed against her skin. She reopened her eyes and stared at Tristan, giving her a questioning look. "I'll tell you after class once you tell me what you saw." Kyra said to him.

"What did you see in Harry's future, Ron?" Kyra asked the redhead.

"You-Know-Who," Ron whispered. "I saw him and Harry fighting."

"And what did Harry see?"

"Almost the same thing: Ron fighting against Death Eaters." Harry said. "I guess our lives are circling around the war."

"Um, we will catch up with you two later." Kyra said. "Tristan and I have to talk."

"Kyra –"

"We are going to talk whether you like or not!" Kyra snarled as she grabbed his arm and dragged him outside. It was odd to be in the sun without being burnt to death. Even though, they can do outside they have to stay in the shadows but being in the sun felt nice to Kyra. "What did you see?"

Tristan hesitated, wondering if he should tell or not. He couldn't even tell her what Joseph and he talked about. If he tells her the truth, Kyra will try to put her defensive up and not let anyone hurt her. "I saw you…" He stared down at Kyra and gasped on how beautiful she was in the sun. She was just as beautiful at night with the moonlight as the day with the sun.

"You saw me what?" Kyra asked, urging him to continue.

"I saw you with your mate!" Tristan blurted out, having no idea where that came out.

Kyra raised her eyebrow, "I was with a mate?"

"Uh, it thinks so –I hope so because you two were…intimidate." Tristan said.

"Are you sure?" Kyra asked, feeling that Tristan was hiding something else.

"Yes. Now, tell me what you saw." Tristan said as they walked slowly to their next class.

Kyra looked down on the ground, "I saw you…with a redhead girl –"

"Jealous?"

Kyra scowled at him as she hit the back of his head. "Don't be ridiculous. You fed on her."

"Excuse me?"

"I saw you drinking human blood and your eyes –like the night before, were black." Kyra explained. "Tristan, you spoke to her saying you wanted to kill her."

Tristan stared at her in disbelief. "No, that can't be."

"I saw what I saw. Don't call me a liar."

"Kyra, I've been able to control my urges for human blood since I was turned." Tristan said to her. "That can't be true."

"Well, it is Tristan. But I guess we just both have to make sure you don't go near any redhead girl besides Ginny Weasley." Kyra said. "Besides, you saw in my future that I will have a mate." Kyra reminded him.

"And now, I wished I didn't say that lie." Tristan thought.

"But if it doesn't come true, then we don't have to worry about it."

"If you don't have a mate?" Tristan asked.

"No! About you feed on a human girl." Kyra snarled.

"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.

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