Chapter Thirty One- Fight Three (Taya vs Pete)

I entered the next room, just a few feet away, prepared this time. I held up my gun, prepared for anything that would jump out at me. I searched the normal looking bedroom, kind of surprised that I was in a bedroom. I really had only seen one bedroom since I had entered this house other than this one. I heard the door shut behind me. I turned around to see Pete standing there, his eyes turning a golden yellow. I smirked, aiming my gun at him, threatening him if he tried to attack.
“Evening, doc.” I said calmly. Pete smirked, remembering what had happened all those years ago. He walked forward calmly and gracefully, his eyes remaining their contact all the while. I paced to the side silently, the floor boards groaning and moaning under my feet. Pete followed, maintaining the six foot distance between us. He held up one hand.
“I just want to talk for a bit.” Pete stated. I raised an eyebrow.
“So you want me to put down the gun?” I asked. Pete nodded slowly, turning to walk in the other direction. My feet moved as my eyes continued to watch him.
“Why wont you?” He asked. I rolled my eyes.
“Well, lets see. You did try to kidnap me, and force me onto your side. You hunted me down and hurt my friends, and now you’ve kidnapped my boyfriend. Why would I trust you?” I asked. Pete laughed as he held up his other hand.
“I promise not to attack.” He stated. I sighed.
“Yeah, and how am I supposed to trust your word?” I asked. Pete shrugged.
“I’m a doctor?” He responded. I raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah. A lying doctor that’s only our for his own good.” I stated. Pete rolled his eyes, placing one hand over his chest.
“I swear on my eternally damned life that I will not touch a hair on your body.” He stated, his eyes turning from their vampiric yellow to their normal brown. I sighed, placing the gun down.
“Fine. What do you want?” I asked. Pete sat down in the chair calmly, his eyes not moving from mine. He beckoned for me to sit down in the other chair, just a few feet away from him.
“As I stated before, I just want to talk” He said, his voice smooth. I sat down cautiously, still staring at him. He simply folded one leg over the other as he placed his hands on the arms of the chair.
“So why don’t you want to become an immortal?” He asked. I raised an eyebrow.
“I already am an immortal.” I stated. Pete nodded.
“Ah yes, that’s right. Well, let me rephrase that. Why don’t you want to become a more powerful immortal? A soon to be rank A Talking would make a magnificent vampire.” He stated. I shook my head.
“I’d lose who I was. I kind of like being a Talking.” I said calmly. Pete shook his head in response.
“No, you wouldn’t. look at Patrick. He’s a vampire and a talking.” Pete stated. I stood up slowly.
“No. Patrick is just a vampire with some added abilities. He will never be considered as powerful as one of us again.” I said calmly. Pete followed my lead, stepping towards me.
“How do you know this?” He asked. I shrugged.
“Well, my spirits tell me this.” I stated simply. Pete nodded calmly as he looked away for a moment, then regained eye contact as the psychotic yellow engulfed his eyes.
“Well, do your spirits tell you that this will be the last time you walk the earth?” He asked, a look of anger crossing his face. I took a step back, dodging his first attack as a grin spread across my face.
“Every day.” I stated. Pete let out a loud yowl as he charged. I leapt up, placing a hand on his back and leaping over him gracefully. When I landed on the ground, I did a cartwheel, picking up my gun and aiming it at him.
“Stand down, leech.” I growled. Pete let out a low growl as he stared into my eyes, then looked down at the barrel. I cocked the gun carefully, so that he would know I was serious.
“You certainly aren’t that innocent sixteen year old anymore, are you?” He asked, grinning. I smirked.
“No. And I’ll unload a clip into you if you move an inch.” I stated. Pete breathed out heavily, eyeing the barrel again. He glanced at my finger, ready to pull the trigger at any moment. Pete sighed, opening his arms as he stepped forward.
“Then unload it, Talking. Stay true to your word.” He snarled. I shook my head.
“Pete, are you committing suicide?” I growled. Pete smirked, staring into my eyes as his entire eye became engulfed in yellow. He grinned, a strange growl escaping his throat. 
“It wouldn’t be the first time one of us attempted to, would it?” He asked. I gritted my teeth.
“You bastard!” I snarled, remembering that day in the forest. I felt my finger press down onto the trigger, then nothing as the world around me turned black. When I came to a few moments later, there was no sign that someone had been in the room except for ashes and the scent of death. I looked down at the ashes, sighing as I rubbed my head. I looked around at the furniture. Holes were in everything. I placed my gun back into my belt, feeling a bit unsure of what to do as I realized that I didn’t have very many bullets left.
“Fuck.” I stated, heading onward to Patrick. I dashed out of the door and down the hall, entering the main room again. I sighed.
“Where’s that spot again- oh. Here it is.” I said calmly as the floor opened beneath me, allowing me to fall through. Here we go again.