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Mathafew was racing for the soft lights of the house. He was close enough to see the shadows of the men dance along the walls, was almost at the door when he felt his father speaking to all of them. Speaking through Mathafew, to all of the waiting Videre. A feeling of numbness washed over the boy and his steps faltered so that he crashed to the wet ground. He skid a few feet and tore his trousers, skinned his knees, and then sat there in the leaf mulch.
When inside of his father’s mind he had felt the cold there, the deadness of the man’s body that extended to a strange and uncomfortable feeling in the mind. But now it was Baribus within his head, and the corpse-like numbness had the boy panting to catch his breath. His limbs were cold and heavy, he braced himself with his hands, sitting on all fours in the dark wood with his head hanging. A cold sweat dripped from under his bandana and mingled with the blood from his knees.
‘please leave.’ Mathafew found himself begging again, both to his father and to Uncle Sebastipole. ‘you’re drowning me,’ He continued, this time only to the revenant that lurked somewhere out in the trees. Mathafew was just outside the rectangle of light from one of the windows, just within the trees and out of sight of the house. He knew though that the vampire was close, could almost feel the iciness of its breath even as the presence in his mind threatened to drag him down with it.
