All My Love~ S.TW [3]

{16} Latch

3rd Person POV

 " You lift my heart up when the rest of me is down
You, you enchant me even when you're not around
If there are boundaries, I will try to knock them down" -Disclosure  

Kyra was walking around the school trying to figure out where the hell Stiles was. 

Kyra made a turn then stopped as she saw Lydia and Stiles talking.

She hid behind the corner by the lockers but was still listening to their conversation using her vampire hearing. 

Kyra heard Stiles say, "Ok, so I'm supposed to wait around for someone to die? Then I'm supposed to sit there and watch them die. Just wait for them to wither up and die, right in front of me!" 

"Wither?" Lydia asked as they stopped walking 

Stiles replied as he was making his spaz movements, "You know what I mean, die. Just a hideously awful, strangling head-bashing, throat cutting kind of way." 

"That's very vivid." Kyra commented to herself 

Lydia then said, "Maybe it's not your job. Like you said it yourself, they were strangled with a garrote. That's a human thing to do. So, just leave the figuring out part to someone human." 

"You mean someone like my dad?" Stiles asked then Lydia replied, "No, I mean your dad. The sheriff!" 

Lydia walked away leaving Stiles with a heavy sigh. 

Kyra said walking up to Stiles, "Hey, Batman. Are you okay?" 

"Yes and no." Stiles replied looking at Kyra

Kyra said, "Really, Stiles? Are we doing this again?" 

Stiles chuckled then Kyra asked, "How come you're not okay, Stiles?" 

"Because I don't know what the pattern is yet." Stiles replied making Kyra furrow her eyebrows in confusion 

"Okay, what do you have so far?" Kyra asked then Stiles replied, "Well, so far these murders have been in threes. They all happened with a head bashed in, throat cut and a strangle on their necks. Kyle has a dog. So I figured that the next three victims are people who own little dogs." 

"So you thought Lydia was going to be the next victim?" Kyra asked then Stiles replied, "Yea, but if it wasn't, people who own little dogs. I thought it would be people who wear brown leather jackets." 

"Brown leather jackets?" Kyra asked still confused 

"Yea, because that's what he wore when he died." Stiles replied then said, "So, I've been thinking maybe the next victim is someone who wears brown leather jackets." 

"Someone like me?" Kyra said as she crossed her arms and cocked her eyebrow at Stiles 

"Yea." Stiles responded awkwardly looking away 

Kyra said, "Are you serious, Stiles?" 

"Yea, really serious." Stiles replied back then Kyra slapped him in the face again

Stiles groaned once again in pain then Kyra said, "I'm not getting rid of my leather jackets, Stiles." 

"Would you at least consider it?" Stiles asked as he placed his hand on his cheek 

Kyra replied, "No, no I would not consider it." 

"Why not?" Stiles asked then Kyra responded, "Because it's the last memory I have of my dad." 

Stiles's eyes softened then Kyra continued as she placed her hand on her hip, "He used to wear leather jackets all the time. He's actually the one who got me into leather jackets."