The air was cold, so very, very cold. Every breath Arkady drew pained his lungs, drew a fire into his chest that would not extinguish itself. "No..." His words escaped in a dull whisper, as if the air froze them before they could go very far. The figures in the distance were sheathed in fog, but all recognizably staring at him, dull red glowing where eyes might be. Worst of all, Arkady found himself unable to look away, hypnotized, floating in what... ice water? dense air? No... Nothing.
"Come to us, brother..." Their words stoked the fire, sent chills down his spine, drew at his security until he felt like a child again. "No... " he gave his best attempt at defiance, the words again freezing before they could reach the ominous figures, who's red, glowing gazes seemed to provide the only warmth. "Your silence is acceptance. Come to us, brother..." Again Arkady felt the overwhelming cold, gasping out a stream of visible air and tried to force his eyes closed. His frozen and numbed fists clenched, his chest tightened, yet again he defied, breaking out an unsuspecting voice that seemed to shatter the cold, "No, I will not!"
Arkady shot from his sleeping spot, eyes wide toward the ever glowing fire in the arboretum, finding himself unable to do much but grasp at the grass and gasp for warm oxygen. His wide, terrifed eyes blurred with tears, his head split with the most agonizing of headaches, and he felt the familiar trickle of blood at his nose. The figures... the fog suddenly cleared in his mind, those skeletal figures, those horrible eyes, those teeth, those ridiculously sharp claws, covered in green... Council Vampyrii?
Drawing in a sharp breath of warm, dry air from the fire, Arkady finally found it in himself to have a voice, his scream stealing what little energy his vocal chords could muster, "NO! I WILL NOT!" He'd probably woken half the school, yet all he could do now was gasp for that sound he'd released, the back of his hand pressed lightly into his nose. That fire again burned in him, in his chest, but crept into his throat, an unbearable numbing, overtaking his vocal chords. What had they done? Their words clear as crystal in his mind, "Your silence is acceptance."
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