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“I fucking trusted you!” Peter yelled at Roman, as he noticed the look he was receiving was much different more like one would look at a stranger.
Peter didn’t feel his best granted this seemed to be some strange effect from turning against the moon so many times as well as being literally pulled from his own madness once. But this was different the scent he could smell was one of danger from an enemy.
“I stood by your side and this is how you act? When everyone else jumped ship on you because of your self-serving behavior, I was still here! And now you have the nerve to be angry? You are becoming everything you hated about your mother.”
Keeping his distance, they seemed to be circling each other, almost daring the other to make the first move, “How many people are you going to kill now because they were in your way or accidents, huh?”
“What was I then? Just a little something to throw everyone off your scent?” he said watching Roman get closer to him, finally outright charging slamming him into the wall of a building.
Coming in contact with the wall Peter wasn’t resolved to die, especially if the Upir wasn’t going to take the final step to put him in the grave and keep there. But this was going somewhere it shouldn’t have perhaps that fact that he wasn’t showing him the fear he probably wanted to see was probably adding to this situation. Roman was used to that in people something that Peter never gave him. So now why should things be any different.
“You’re going to kill me now t-” the sentence died out as he felt the sting in his neck.
