Monster

NOTES: This is my very first posted fic, and I hope that people like it... But just as a side note, I took an excerpt from Fangirl(I needed it for background). So that is what I used for the flashback. Also, I own none of this except most of the storyline and definitely not the flashback. Now, on with the story!

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He had tripped, running down the hall to some class he didn't really care about, and now all his things were on the floor. His books, his ink and quills, even his laptop had spilled from his bag across the flagstones. He was standing among his things, staring at the Rorshöck blot of dark ink on his hand, when he decided to leave. So Simon left.

Left his things. Left his cloak(he didn't really need it anyway). The only thing he took was his wand, shoved into the back pocket of his jeans. Simon wandered through the empty halls until he reached the main doors and kept wandering. Across the Great Lawn, into the forest. He let the shadows under the trees swallow him up, and moved away from the fortress, deep into the forest's heart. There, he stopped, and leaned against the rough bark of a towering oak tree. Simon pushed away the thoughts whirling through his mind, until he came to one thought he couldn't shove aside. Sliding down the trunk of the oak, he sat down and leaned back his head, closing his eyes and remembering that night, just days ago...

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Simon ran as fast as he could. Faster. Casting spells on his feet and legs, casting spells on the branches and stones in his path.

He could already be too late - at first he thought he was, when he saw Agatha lying in a heap on the forest floor..... But it was a trembling heap. Agatha may be frightened, but she was still whole.

Baz was kneeling over her and trembling just as hard. His hair hung forward in a way he normally wouldn't allow, and his pale skin glowed oddly in the moonlight, like the inside of a shell. Simon wondered for a moment why Agatha wasn't trying to escape. She must be dazed, he thought. Vampires could do that, couldn't they?

"Go. Away," Baz hissed.

"Baz...," Simon said, holding his hand out.

"Don't look at me."

Simon avoided Baz's eyes, but he didn't look away. "I'm not afraid of you," Simon said.

"You should be. I could kill you both. Her first, then you, before you'd even realized I was doing it. I'm so fast, Simon...." His voice broke on the last two words.

"I know...."

"And so strong..."

"I know."

"And so thirsty."

Simon's voice was almost a whisper. "I know."

Baz's shoulders shook. Agatha started to sit up - she must be recovering. Simon looked at her gravely and shook his head. He was close now. In Baz's reach.

"I'm not afraid of you, Baz."

"Why not?" Baz whined. It was an animal whine. Wounded.

"Because I know you. And I know you wouldn't hurt me." Simon held out his hand and gently pushed back the errant lock of black hair. Baz's head tilted up with the touch, his fangs popped and gleaming. "You're so b/strong/b, Baz."

Baz reached for him then, clutching Simon around the waist and pressing his face into his stomach.

Agatha slid out from between them and ran toward the fortress. Simon held Baz by the back of his neck and curved his body over him. "I know," Simon said. "I know everything."