Chapter 9

"I feel the capacity to care is the thin which gives life in its deepest significance."

- Pablo Casals

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.

Days have gone by since that incident between Tristan and Kyra, since that day Tristan began to ignore her. And it bothered her. She tried speaking to him during classes but she would either be shushed by a professor or he won't respond. Weeks have gone by and during their classes, when they're forced to sit next to each other, it became even harder. Kyra felt like it was an itch she had to scratch. She even tried talking to him in their house dorms but he would shut her down like she was nothing.

Kyra didn't know why Tristan was doing to this to her or why the way it was affecting her. She never cared for anyone before besides the clan but Adam and Tristan were the only people she knew and could trust with her life. After all, she has no memories of who she is and the Matthew brothers are always there for her. Right now, only one of them Adam told her that he would try to talk to his brother and persuade him. But nothing changed or something did happen but Adam won't tell her.

"Kyra?" She turned her head around and saw Ginny Weasley walking to her. Kyra decided to skip lunch and go to the library but couldn't concentrate on the books, so she sat on the edge of the window, staring outside. The redhead girl sat down on the nearest chair, looking at the vampire. "Is everything alright?"

"Why would you ask me that?" Kyra questioned.

"Well, for the past few weeks you and Tristan haven't been speaking." Ginny replied. "I can tell each day that you want to talk to him but he won't talk to you."

"He just ignores me!" Kyra said. "He will talk to everyone else but me."

"What happened between you two?"

"We had a little disagreement a few weeks ago and…I didn't really think it would lead to him ignoring me like I was nothing." Kyra admitted.

"Boys are…unfortunately boys." Ginny said.

Kyra chuckled as she stared at the young witch and the longer she stared at her, the longer she felt like she knew her. Kyra shook that thought out of her head, how could she know a witch? "If he won't talk to me, then I'll stop trying. If that is what he wants, then I will stop."

"And let him win?"

"This isn't a game, Ginny. I will not let Tristan Matthews make me so fragile and vulnerable just because he is disregarding me. I am stronger than that. If he wants to plays this game, then he wins because I don't care. He is then no longer my friend."

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

"And mentor." Kyra finished.

Kyra gasped when she felt something touch her hand and saw another hand on top of her own. She looked up and saw Ginny giving her a gentle smile. "She's comforting me?" Kyra thought, amazed. "Why would she console a vampire?"

"You can eat with me for now if Harry and Ron are too busy with Tristan." Ginny told her as she released her hand and stood up. "Come on, lunch is almost over and we still have classes."

"Ginny," She turned around and stared at the vampire. "Thank you."

Ginny shrugged, "We girls have to stick together. Beside, it's what friends do."

"Friends…" Kyra whispered. "I like the sound of that."

"I just don't know why you won't talk to her." Harry said as he and Tristan walked together in the halls. Ron was behind them with Lavender as the two lovebirds talked.

"Who?"

Harry rolled his emerald eyes, "Oh, I don't know. She has dark brown hair and beautiful golden eyes and oh yeah, she's also a vampire like you."

"My business with Kyra is my business." Tristan replied.

"Well, you two are supposed to be our guardians during the day to protect me and Ron." Harry reminded him. "And you two aren't speaking to each other at all unless you have to for class. I can tell that Kyra is getting annoyed and tired of your attitude."

"What attitude?"

"You are acting like a boyfriend that wants to be apart from his girlfriend so he has time to think before breaking up with her." Harry said. "It's rather sickening to watch."

Tristan rolled his eyes, "I am not Kyra's mate."

"But you are her friend. Aren't you her sire or something?" Harry questioned and noticed that the vampire stayed quiet. Harry was getting somewhere. "She cares about you. Trust me; I've been through the whole silent treatment before."

"Really? With who?" Tristan asked, interested.

"Ron and Her –Hermione." Harry said. It's been a while since he said her name and it still hurts whenever he mentions his best friend. "They will get into these crazy and stupid fights and it's usually Ron that starts it and hurts Hermione."

"How did they…console each other?" Tristan asked.

"I tell Ron that Hermione is always right and shouldn't hurt her feelings because it's insensitive. And that we're best friends –friends shouldn't fight." Harry said.

"So Ron would apologize first?"

Harry shrugged, "Sometimes. But it gets on Hermione's nerves if he doesn't because well, she's always right." Harry grinned.

"You miss her, don't you?" Tristan asked, seeing the smile on the young boy when he mentions his missing friend.

"Of course I do. It's strange not having her with us in school or during the summer. It's like…her presence isn't lingering with us anymore. But now…Her presence is lingering here –in Hogwarts I mean." Harry explained. "I don't know I mean I feel like Hermione is here with us but I don't know where."

Tristan nodded his head and didn't say anything more as they continued walking to their potions class. Tristan stopped in his tracks when he saw Kyra walking besides Ginny as they walked across the grass and straight to the hallway. Kyra turned her head and stared at Tristan for a millisecond then turned her attention back at Ginny. He scowled at himself for even looking at her.

"Tristan, you alright mate?" Harry asked.

"I'm fine," He said, clenching his fists and walked faster to their Potions class.

Tristan wanted to kill their professor. He knew that Professor Snape was a decent man for giving the vampire potions to survive but he didn't realize how cruel he was. For weeks, Tristan watched as Snape traumatized the students even though, they are seventh years, and they are still frightened of the Slytherin Professor. He wanted to kill the professor because they were making potions and the different smells in the room was killing him.

Tristan's hand clenched the desk as if his life depended on it because if he let go, he was afraid what he will do next. However, in this class, Tristan was partnered Seamus while Kyra was with Neville. As an act of weakness, Tristan turned his head to see how the two-year vampire was doing. He could see she wasn't doing well either. Her golden eyes disappeared as the form of black took its place.

"Here," Seamus said as he handed him a spoon. "You have to spin the potion."

Tristan stared at the spoon and saw it was silver. He chocked on his laughter and stared at the professor, whose attention was on the paperwork on his desk. Yep, Tristan wanted to kill Professor Snape. "Um, how about you do that and I'll be right back. I have to ask a question to Snape."

Tristan walked away before Seamus could open his mouth. Severus Snape lifted his eyes and wanted to scowl at the student that wasn't working on the potion and saw it was the vampire Tristan Matthews. His crystal blue eyes were gone and pitch black took its form. "How can I help you, Mr. Matthews?" He asked.

"Are you dim-witted or what?" Tristan snarled.

"Excuse me?" Snape snarled back, but his voice low so his students wouldn't hear.

"You could've given us a warning if you were going to make potions."

"This is a potion class, Mr. Matthews." Snape reminded him.

"Do you really want us to blow our cover?" Tristan asked him. "The potions, the smell, the silver –we can't handle this any longer."

"You should've thought of that before you took this job, Mr. Matthews."

Tristan smirked, "Just sleep with one eye open."

Suddenly, a scream filled the room and Tristan whirled around to see Kyra holding onto the table, trying not to fall. Snape and Tristan ran straight to Neville and Kyra's table. "What happened?" Professor Snape yelled.

"I –I don't know. I wasn't looking but it looks like she burned herself." Neville said.

Professor Snape opened Kyra's right hand and saw the burn marks across the hand like fire touched her. "Mr. Matthews, take Kyra to the Hospital Wing now."

"But I'm –"

"Go!" Snape yelled, interrupting Kyra.

Tristan took his and Kyra's schoolbag and walked with her in the hallway. He turned his head and saw that the mark was still there. "Nothing is going to make it better." Kyra said.

"I know. That's why we're going to the forest."

"What?"

"You need to feed in order for that to heal," Tristan told her. "How can you be so completely stupid?"

"Pardon me?"

"It was silver, Kyra! You know that."

"I wasn't paying attention." Kyra mumbled.

"So you turned your attention on my conservation with Snape and –"

"Oh please! Get over yourself." Kyra interrupted and turned around to face him. "I wasn't attentive because I was having a flashback, not focusing on your stupid little conservation with that greasy git. My life doesn't have to be surrounded by the likes of you."

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" Tristan yelled.

"Figure it out." Kyra said as she took her schoolbag from him and walked down to the forest.

A/N: Comment and let me know you thinK!