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Alec wakes with a start and he is immediately aware of the fact that he can barely move. There is not enough air to draw into his lungs (though the thought doesn’t immediately cause him panic because it does not seem to be effecting him but the rational part of his brain does not yet seem to have woken itself) and his hands begin to claw. It is packed all around him, impossibly dark and there is nothing to see but he pushes and wriggles and forces as much as he can, using his hands like shovels. Earth. He is surrounded by earth and it presses around him in every direction filling his mouth when he is foolish enough to open it causing him to spit and clench his teeth. It is impossible to know if he is forcing his way up or down because there is no sense of direction but Alec’s hand eventually breaks the dirt and rises into the night air with the other following soon after. Gripping tight to the ground he does his best to pull himself up, spitting dirt from his mouth as he looks around himself.
It is night, but everything feels too bright. The moon hangs low in the sky and there are street lamps casting their orange glow not too far away but it is as quiet as it ever can be in New York. Alec’s body is wracked with coughs and he turns his head, vision darting as he tries to put the pieces together. Where is he? Gravestones. A grave yard. Then his eyes find the blonde and for all the panic building in his chest, there is at least some level of comfort in seeing his parabatai.
“W-what happened? Why are we here?”
† @asealuponthinearm † vampire starter †
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