Chapter Text
September 25th, 2015
1:25 AM
Dorm 815, Building 8
Simon hasn't been sleeping well without his roommate/sworn enemy in the small bed parallel to his. He was losing sleep. He had been MIA ever since school started. Yes, Simon got here a little early, but Baz would usually get here early. He was on high alert for Baz to attack. He also didn't want to be blindsided by the little bastard making fun of his new appendages.
When he heard the door opening, he thought Penny was entering the room. He then smelled Baz's shampoo, turned over in bed, and glared at his roommate. "Go back to sleep, Snow. I am in no mood to talk to you," Baz sighed.
Not only did Baz have a horrible past couple of weeks, he had a horrible summer,
"Where have you been," Simon said, grabbing his want to flick on the bedside lamp. "You look bloody awful," Simon said, unable to sit still. He got out of bed to investigate. He didn't believe what happened. Baz took a step back, alarmed. "Oh, right... I have wings. I don't know how to get rid of them.
With the summer that he had, Baz thought that Simon was some demon. He knew he looked horrible, but he didn't need Simon fucking Snow to tell him about it. "Sod off, Snow,"
"No, I demand you tell me where you have been," Simon said. He didn't know why he cared so much. Baz didn't seem like he was bothered with him. He looked quite fed up, to be exact. Maybe he was trying to hide the fact he was blushing seeing Simon was in his jockstrap.
"Snow, I want to go to sleep, seriously just fuck off,"
"I will tell you that whatever you're planning isn't work. I have been on high alert since school started." Simon snapped.
"I am not planning anything. Go. to. sleep." Baz said through gritted teeth.
"Vampires don't sleep!" Simon squeaked, just wanting to rest easy. Baz's eye began to twitch, and his lip twisted up as he was very angry. "Why the fuck are you angry with me right now? You are the one he kissed, my girl," Simon growled. Baz didn't want to do this. He stripped off his shirt, causing stress to Simon as he saw all the bruises on his back.
"Rock-A-By Baby, Please," Baz snapped as he pulled out his wand. It only affected Simon slightly before he shot back another spell.
"Spill the Tea!" Simon demanded with Magic spilling out of his being. Baz raised an eyebrow before it affected him. Simon had been watching RuPaul's Drag Race with Penny on her enchanted spare phone she kept from the school faculty.
"I would never hurt you, Simon... I l-" Baz covered his mouth. It was like his body was taking over, "F-Frrreak," Baz tried pushing out. There were rules and boundaries to Magic, but Simon didn't seem to be held to it. The bloke could cast spells without a wand, for Merlin's sake. "I am in love with you. I have been since the day we met."
"Uh..." Simon gulped, knowing he had done something wrong. Baz's eyes pleaded with him to make the spell stop. Like so many freak spells before, Simon didn't know how to take this one back, which was completely unpredictable. Based on the definition, Baz would have to share juicy or exclusive details about a situation before it could stop.
"I have been trying to find the vampire who killed my mother. I got too close and was kidnapped... my parents think the Mage did this." Baz wasn't taking breaks to breathe. Even though he was a vampire, he still needed basic human needs like food, sleep, and breathing. "The Numpties and some other people held me. I don't know; they sent my father a ransom, but he said he doesn't negotiate with terrorists.
"Stop," Simon tried to stop his spell.
"I managed to escape the Numpties, but some of the stronger wizards keeping me there fought me. Luckily, my Aunt Fiona was tracking me down. My father would have let me rot. I could have been trafficked to all his knowledge. The only thing I could do was think of you and your cute lips to keep me sane." Simon didn't know what to think; he saw Baz's eyes watering up and reacted.
"Keep A Lid On," Simon said, and Baz took a deep breath. The next thing he knew was Baz grabbing his throat and pinning him against the wall. "Anathema!" Simon quickly reminded Baz as he watched the boy pull back to punch him in the face.
"If you thought I was going to kill you before, then you will never see it coming this time," Baz snarled, and Simon just took it because he felt guilty... he had never seen or made Baz cry. "Anathema is made up," He snapped as he had read this in one of his mom's books. It was just there to fearmonger the students to not be physical with each other. He would have cast 'Off With Their Head,' but he didn't want to be known as a murderer. He felt the tears of frustration on his face and wiped them away. "Keep schutum," He spelled before running off.
"What have I done..." Simon gulped. Baz was right... he was probably toast now
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