All My Love~ S.TW [3]

{50} We'll Make It Work

3rd Person POV

At the Nemeton, Sheriff asked, "You've been a vampire for 199 years?"

Kyra nodded her head in reply then said to him, "And counting."

She said looking at him, "I know it's hard to believe, Sheriff. But it's real, everything that happened. Everything that's beyond control, is real. I tried explaining it to Stiles when he found out about me."

"When I asked if you killed John Rollins, you lied?" Sheriff asked then Kyra replied, "I had to, Sheriff and besides if I did tell you the truth, you wouldn't have believed me."

She continued, "I've done a lot of bad things, things I've regretted. I've killed people with no and good reason. It's up to you to decide which goes where."

"Why did you kill your stepfather?" Melissa asked her

Kyra replied, "He said things about my dad. Emotions got the best of me. Besides, if you're asking me if I'm remorseful, I'm not. And if I go back there to do the same thing all over again, I would've done it in a heartbeat and you can't blame me for that."

"Why's that?" Chris asked making Kyra look at him

Kyra replied, "Argent, you've killed supernatural creatures, okay? Some of them were even innocent and you still killed them. In order to protect your children, you did that for them. You also did it to protect yourself. We're more alike than you think, Argent."

"Don't try turning hate into love, Kyra. It doesn't suit you." Chris said to her

Kyra chuckled and said, "Love, hate, such a fine line."

She continued, "Besides, I'm not asking for anyone's love, all I'm asking is to be open minded. Don't cloud your opinions over the facts."

"How come it's hard for me to believe you?" Chris asked

Kyra replied, "It's hard to believe the truth. Some people aren't ready for it. Just ask the Sheriff."

Sheriff said to them, "There was a night eight years ago the night my wife died. I was at the end of a shift, and a call came in. There had been a pile-up and a young woman, she was a teenager actually. She was trapped under an overturned car. We had to wait for the paramedics. We were never getting her out. But I was able to hold her hand. She knew she was going to die. But I just kept telling her, "no, no, listen. The paramedics are on their way." And then I remember, her hand suddenly gripped mine so tightly that I thought she was going to break the bones. And she looked me in the eye, and she said: "if you want to be with her, go, now." And I knew she was talking about my wife. But then that other part of my brain, the part that looks for clues, for fingerprints, for logical connections. That part told me that there is no way that this girl could possibly know about Claudia. And so I stayed. I stayed until the paramedics pulled her out. Until her heart stopped beating and they declared her death. When I finally got to the hospital, I saw Stiles sitting in the waiting room with his head in his hands because he was with Claudia when she died. But I wasn't. I wasn't with her because I didn't believe. I just did not believe."