As she spoke, Cyrus could already see that she was nervous talking about herself. He decided not to push,letting her say whatever she wanted to tell him. As she spoke about her grandfather, he could tell she hadn't really dealt well with his death, and he wanted to comfort her. Instead, he only raised his cold glass of blood to his lips, taking a sip as he listened.
When she changed the subject, he let her, smiling as she brought up him not taking no for an answer. He chuckled softly, putting his own glass down on the blanket.
"Well, I believe in fate, Makayla," he started, "and that nothing happens without a reason. Accidents don't happen." He of all people knew what a tangled web fate had in store for all the denizens of this world they lived in. He smiled wryly, and looked off at the gentle waves breaking aways from them.
"Do you believe in fate, Makayla?" he asked her softly, but not really expecting an answer. He continued speaking. "I've always had a gift, a curse really," he added, still not looking at her. "Even as a human, I was...different, a freak." Cyrus didn't know what had gotten into him, telling her this. He was taking a huge risk with his heart, one he had only taken a few times before. And it never ended well for him.
"I could see the future." Cyrus turned dark eyes on her, tapping his forehead. "In here. In my dreams." He shrugged then. "They call me a prophet. Even now." Brushing some sand off his leg he ventured forward still.
"After my death, the gift only got stronger, which was NOT how it was supposed to happen. Now instead of seeing the future in my dreams, I saw it waking, thousands of possible futures, always changing." He shook his head as he took another sip of blood. "And at night, I would dream. Vampires aren't supposed to dream. I would dream of the past. And I would dream of you."
His eyes fixed on hers again. "I don't know what that means, but I saw you in my dreams. Us. Happy, normal, complete." Cyrus knew this was probably the fastest way to scare her off, but he couldn't stop himself from speaking, needing to share this with someone besides his demon best friend.
"So I couldn't take no for an answer. I couldn't let you die falling off that ladder. Because something about you calls to me. Calls to the little bit of soul I still have left."