Random OneShots

Saving grace

By: thematilde on Ao3

Saphael

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"My my, isn't it Simon Lewis!"

Simon's head snapped up and he froze, in the middle of a step.

That voice sounded oddly familiar. He hadn't heard it for years, and hadn't thought about the owner to the voice for a very long time. However, that sneering, vicious tone was still unforgettable, and Simon would probably always recognize it, no matter how long time he went without thinking about it.

It set off a vivid chain of flashbacks in Simon's mind - blurry, repressed memories that all were characterized by the same emotions - fear, anxiousness, terror and self-preservation.

Turning around, he came face to face with a square-jawed boy with dark, unruly hair and an olive tint to his skin. He had grown and matured since the last time Simon saw him, but the smirk and the lazy, malicious glint in his eyes couldn't be mistaken.

"Kirk," Simon said weakly, and his voice was an octave higher than he liked. Kirk gave him a sly, sleazy grin and sauntered up to him. Simon found himself taking a few steps back subconsciously as Kirk stepped closer, but his back hit a wall and he realized, he had nowhere to go. If he leapt to the side, Kirk would most certainly catch him before he could speed away.

Vampire speed, duh! the rational part of his brain told him. But Simon remembered Raphael's scolding, reprimanding voice every time he had accidentally done something slightly too vampire in front of mundanes, and he didn't want to disappoint Raphael again.

"Long time no see, old friend," commented Kirk, and the corner of his mouth pulled up in a predatory smile when he saw how Simon's eyes widened.

"Um ..." Simon gulped and couldn't come up with an answer. Kirk was too close, and his gaze was nailing Simon to the wall. His mouth became dry and he licked his lips nervously.

"Still as thick-headed and inadequate after all these years?" Kirk chuckled, and Simon felt himself shrink in size.

Kirk's posture, his lazy and malicious face brought out memories that Simon had tried to drown and bury for years - this was the exact same face he had been wearing when he set fire to Simon's school bag, assignments and homeworks in it, and the face he'd been wearing when he snapped Simon's glasses in two and shoved him to the ground, causing him to scrap his palms and knees rather badly.

Simon thought briefly of Clary - she had been with him most of the times that Kirk had shown up to terrorize Simon, and she had been like an angry but fierce kitten by his side.

Now though, he was alone with Kirk in a dark, empty alley, with no one to back him up or at least serve as a witness if he died.

You can't die! his brain scolded him. You're already dead!

Dead-er, then, Simon replied mentally, and he knew that technically, Kirk couldn't actually do  him any harm. But it wasn't the fear of any (im)possible injuries Kirk could provide him with that made his brain shut down with fear - it was simply the fact that Kirk had been Simon's worst nightmare for the greater part of high school. The fear and the anxious worry about what Kirk would do next was imprinted in Simon's brain, and he was so used to be dreading everything that was connected to Kirk that those instincts came to life even now, when he was a nearly indestructible vampire, at least ten times stronger than Kirk.

Yet, the mundane had Simon trembling against the wall, breathing unevenly in order to channel some of his anxiety.

"What do you want, Kirk?"

Simon was very proud (and a little surprised) that his voice didn't crack, even though he had a hard time meeting Kirk's stare.

A rumbling laughter rose from the brown haired boy, and the sound was ominous in the quiet, dark alley.