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The machine came to life with a deafening hum, its lights flickering ominously. The cold, clinical room filled with an eerie glow as the process began. Arrow's body jerked violently against the restraints, a feral growl tearing from his throat.

His eyes snapped open, glowing a deep, blood-red, and his claws and sharp fangs extended as his instincts screamed for survival.

"Hold him down!" Jeremy shouted, his voice sharp and commanding.

Blake moved first, throwing his weight onto Arrow's shoulders to keep him steady. "I've got him!" he grunted, though Arrow's centeries year old vampire strength made it a struggle. "Ethan, get his legs!"

Ethan didn't hesitate, grabbing Arrow's thrashing legs and pinning them to the bed. "He's fighting hard!" Ethan yelled, his own muscles straining.

Chase was on the verge of losing it. He stepped forward, his voice breaking as he screamed, "Stop the machine! You're hurting him! Stop it now!"