Chapter Twenty- Bad Vamps

I awoke slowly, my head hurting terribly. I looked around. I didn’t know where I was exactly, but from the fact that I didn’t know where I was, I could only assume I wasn’t somewhere I wanted to be. I was still in my dress, which caused me to feel relief as I realized that they had not changed me out of my clothes, which meant that none of them had seen me naked. I sighed, examining the room I was currently in. It wasn’t a large room. Probably just a bit bigger than my bedroom at home, which was about 12 by 11 feet. It was dark, however. I felt as though I were in a dungeon… a nicely furnished dungeon. My bed sheets were black silk and velvet and as were the rest of the pieces of furniture. The walls were a dark chocolate brown and the floor was a dark wood floor. I rubbed my head, suddenly spotting the vampire in the corner. I recognized it as my former doctor.
“Evening Pete.” I muttered. Pete grinned.
“Evening. How’s your head?” He asked. I shook my head.
“Killing me. Do you have any Tylenol?” I asked. Pete nodded, tossing me a bottle of pills and a bottle of water.
“Don’t take all of them” He teased. I glared at him.
“Hardy-har har.” I growled. Pete simply continued smiling as I took a pill. I looked back up at him.
“So, when am I dying?” I asked. Pete shrugged.
“Never from what I heard. I think we’re using you for awhile then turning you into a vampire.” He stated. I sighed.
“Oh, that’s going to go over well. Um… destroy the wall” I ordered, aiming my hand at the wall. Nothing happened. I looked up at Pete. He glanced down at my throat. I reached up, feeling a collar around it.
“You feel that? That collar restricts your powers. If you had managed to summon all ninety-seven talking spirits, then you would have been able to beat it. But seeing as how you’re only a beginner, you can’t do shit.” He cackled. I raised an eyebrow.
“Ninety-seven?” I asked, “Shouldn’t there be one hundred?”
Pete shook his head calmly, sitting down in a chair beside my bed.
“No. Well, there is, but you‘re still alive and the other two were turned into vampires.” Pete stated. My jaw dropped open.
“Who?” I asked. Pete shrugged.
“You’ll find out over time.” He said calmly. He paused for a moment, then grabbed my wrist, pulling me to my feet.
“Come on. Patrick wants you.” He stated, pulling me towards the door. He opened it and continued leading me down the stairs. So I was wrong. I was in a tower. I followed Pete all the way down the stairs and into what looked to be a study. Patrick stared up at us from a large, ancient looking chair that made me think of one of the arm chairs that might have been in beauty and the beast. Only I highly doubted that this one would start talking and moving around. I locked eyes with Patrick, recognizing the hunter that stood before me. He could withstand any orders I gave him and on top of that, I was wearing the chocker that wouldn’t allow me to use my abilities in any way, shape or form. Patrick pointed at the chair, inviting me to sit.
“Please. You must be tired from walking all this way.” He said, his voice smooth and alluring, yet frightening and spine chilling. I took a step forward, holding my breath, but I didn’t sit down. Instead I stayed standing, my eyes still locked with his.
“I’d prefer to stand” I said calmly. Pete stepped forward, reaching out towards me. Patrick held up one hand, glancing at Pete for just a moment as if he were telling him to back down. Pete did as he was told and stepped outside of the room, closing the doors behind him. Patrick smirked as he moved around the table towards me.
“Talking, I demand you to sit.” He said, his voice still smooth. He didn’t stutter or shake when I refused once again by remaining in my current position. The only form of protest he did was lift his hand. As soon as his eyes turned their vibrant white as I felt a chair run under my legs, causing me to fall into it. The arms of the chair then bent around my hands, tightening around my wrists so that I couldn’t stand up. Patrick smirked as he turned around to walk to his desk. Realizing the distance when he sat down, he pulled the chair I was trapped in towards his desk. He grinned, barring his fangs. 
“So. How did you sleep?” He asked. I shrugged.
“It was ok. I was kind of knocked out so when I woke up I had the biggest headache, plus there was someone watching me the whole time which was a little creepy.” I stated. Patrick leaned forward, his grin still plastered onto his face.
“I see. I’m terribly sorry that you feel that way. Is there anything I can do to make your stay more enjoyable?” He asked. I shrugged.
“Well, you could take this collar off of me and let me go” I stated. Patrick threw back his head, laughing. He looked forward into my eyes, placing a large book on his desk.
“I’d like you to blow up this book.” He said calmly. I stared at him, confused.
“Why would I do that?” I asked. Patrick sighed.
“Please, don’t make me make it an order.” He said. I sighed, placing my feet on the desk.
“Sorry, toots.” I teased. Patrick sighed again, his eyes turning white again.
“Blow up the book.” He ordered. I felt my mind blur as my hand opened up.
“Destroy the book. Blow it up.”
I felt my lips form those words as my voice made the correct noises. Both worked together to form that phrase, despite the fact that I didn’t want to. The book suddenly combusted into flames, sparking and burning away until it suddenly exploded. Bits of burning paper floated to the ground. Patrick laughed manically.
“Wonderful. You see, Talking, the collar around you allows me, and only me to control your powers until you can over come it. No one else can use it except for maybe your new boyfriend.” Patrick stated. I stared at him, confused.
“Why only the two of you…?” I asked, then suddenly got it. My eyes widened as I stared at him.
“You’re the-” I started, but Patrick simply laughed even more. 
“The ninety-eighth Talking. Yes. I am.” He said calmly. I stared at my feet for a moment.
“But then that means…” I said quietly to myself. Patrick nodded again.
“Josh is the ninety-ninth. And you’re the last one. The one hundredth, also known as the princess or prince depending on the gender. The first one is the king, and he was killed many years ago, along with the rest of our race. You survived, how ever, and was placed in the care of a human family when your powers were sealed away and you were put in human glamour. You are the last Talking that will ever exist. How ever, we need you as a vampire if you want to go to your true potential.” Patrick explained. I glared at him.
“Hell no.” I snarled. Patrick sighed.
“Its too bad that I can’t control your other actions otherwise this would easily be forced.” He said as if it were something normal. I held my breath as he walked over to my side.
“However, in your current predicament, it could very well be forced.” He muttered. I glared at him.
“When I become a vampire, I’ll destroy you.” I snarled. Patrick paused, a blank expression crossing his face.
“That’s right. You probably would. Hmm. This makes our predicament a little harder to fix, doesn’t it?” Patrick asked, then looked up as the door was opened.
“You called for me, Patrick?” Pete asked. Patrick nodded, lifting a hand and allowing my arms to be free. I rubbed my wrists as Patrick took a step back.
“This one’s going to be a bit harder to convert. Take her to her room, then… bring in our mistress to pay a little visit to the Talking. Oh, and find Josh. Take as many vampires as you think you need. We may need some leverage.” He ordered. Pete nodded.
“Got it.” He stated, grabbing my wrist. I pulled away, staring at Patrick.
“I’m going to murder you before you even try.” I snarled. Patrick grinned.
“Interesting. And how are you going to do that when you can’t even attack?” He asked. I started towards him, picking up the chair as I ran at him.
“I’ll find a way you asshole!” I shouted. I felt the chair stop in mid air, but I just let go of it, running forward. I held out one hand, placing it on Patrick’s face.
“Deny your master and destroy the traitor.” I ordered, my voice sounding different. What was this newfound power that I was using. I felt my hand heat up as I began to scorch Patrick’s face. Patrick just stood their, staring down at me, then pulled away when he felt my hand’s heat intensify until it was almost as hot as the sun’s. He roared in agony as he held his face, then turned to me.
“Deny me? Deny me? No one here can deny me!” he screeched. I cringed, his voice ringing in my overly large ears. I gritted my teeth as I held out both of my hands, the books exploding all around me.
“Don’t touch him!” I screamed back. Patrick glared, his eyes shining white as the chair flew at me. I ducked down, watching it suddenly stop and fly back. More colours began appearing in my eyes as my hand flew upwards, blowing up the chair. Patrick suddenly leapt out at me, grabbing my throat before I could do anything. I clawed at his hands and kicked in his direction, trying to get air as he lifted me upwards.
“Power. You have so much power when I threaten him.” He muttered. I stared into his eyes, my heart pounding against my chest. Patrick grinned.
“I want that power!” He roared, his grip tightening. I coughed, feeling light headed. But this time it wasn’t from using my powers. I felt my body weakening as I stopped, my legs ceasing their attempts to hit him. They dangled calmly as I felt the light draining from my eyes. I felt Patrick’s grip suddenly loosen as I was dropped to the floor. I gasped for air, lying down on the ground as I began to cough. I stared up at him, panting. Patrick looked over at Pete.
“Take her to her bedroom. Do as I ordered before.” Patrick ordered. Pete nodded, picking me up. I slumped over onto his shoulder as a tear slipped down my cheek. I closed my eyes as I felt Pete move down the hall smoothly.
“Josh,” I thought, “Josh, if you can hear me, please watch out. They’re coming for you. I don’t know how many but don’t let them get you… it would kill me if they hurt you”