Left Behind (Snowbaz fic)

Chapter: 2

BAZ
I don't remember much of what happened last night. But I do remember the pain. The booming, agonizing pain that coursed it's way through my entire body. I couldn't recall where I was or who I was with but the pain was still etched into my mind.
I was afraid to open my eyes at the risk of the pain coming back. But I wanted Simon. I wanted to feel his arms wrapped around me and I wanted to feel his fingers run through my hair. But I felt nothing; just the coldness of the room around me. I couldn't force my eyes to open and possibly be thrown back into a world of pain all over again. I wanted to return to the blankness and nothingness of sleep.
The door creaked open and Simon's smell flooded into the room. It was mixed in with the smell of food and I realized how hungry I was.
"Baz?" He whispered. It was so quiet only a vampire could hear it.
"...Simon..." I grumbled. The word broke apart in my mouth and sounded small, weak and pathetic.
"Oh, thank god!" He said I heard the clanking sound of a plate hitting the bedside table. Then I finally felt his warmth all around me. I took in his smell breathing deeply. I finally gathered enough consciousness to open my eyes and look at him.
Simon hugged me tightly around the neck. His red dragon wings twitched slightly. It's what Simon does when he's overcome with high amounts of a certain emotion. He can't keep those things under control and ultimately knocks something or someone, usually Bunce, over.
I hugged him back as tight as my weak muscles could muster. If only I could be in that moment forever. But as soon as that moment started it was over.
Simon broke away from my grasp and stared at me. His eyes were full of worry with a hint of urgency.
"Baz, are you okay? What happened?"
"I-I don't know," I said. My mind was still fuzzy from sleep. No matter how much I tried to look back on last night my mind would shut me out.
"You scared the shit out of us. I didn't know what to do! Penny and I stayed up all night researching and all this time I've been scared shitless because you weren't waking up! And I-"
I cut him off by cupping his face in my hands and kissing him. His breathing steadied and his posture became more relaxed. When we broke apart I looked deep into his bright blue eyes.
"I don't know what happened last night. All I do know is that I'm okay now and I'm completely ravenous. So how about you let me get ready and you, Bunce and I figure this out together."
He let out a long breath and nodded. He got up and made his way to the bedroom door lingering in the doorway.
"You sure you're okay?" He asked.
"Under the circumstances I feel surprisingly okay." It was a lie. I feel like I jumped off a cliff tumbling the whole way down. But I refuse to let him see me so broken and pathetic like that.
"That cup is deer by the way. Penny and I thought it would be better if you didn't go hunting alone until we figured this out."
My eyes darted to the cup on the bedside table and I could hear my stomach screaming for its contents. I thanked him and waited for Simon to close the door behind him. I grabbed the cup and drained it in large gulps not spilling a single drop. Not as good as strait from the vain but it'll have to do.
I could already feel my strength returning. My stomach demanded more blood but I wasn't going to ask for more so I ate the eggs and toast Simon brought as well.
My eyes drifted to my right hand. It was covered in a thick layer of bandages that were soaked through with blood. I slowly unraveled the bandages from my hand and let them fall to the floor. Revealing deep gashes in the shape of some sort of bird. It burned like hell and somehow I just knew it was a Phoenix.
The longer I stared at it the more the pain grew until I felt like I was about to faint. The corners of my eyes grew dark but the gashes seemed to glow a fiery red until my whole hand was engulfed in flames.
I stared in disbelief as the fire traveled up my arm but with no pain whatsoever. With every second the flames drew closer to me until I was completely eaten by the fire and it was all I could see. When the fire died down I wasn't in the bedroom anymore.

SIMON
Baz looked like hell and it killed me to see him like that and I knew it killed him to see himself like that too. He would rather lie, telling me that he's okay, than admitting he was in pain or he needed help.
I decided to leave him be for the time being. But my fingers itched to open the door and try desperately to make everything okay.
Penny was sitting on the floor of the living room with a circle of open books around her. Her face was buried in the pages of, "Magical Symbols and Markings," but judging by the expression on her face she found nothing. She finally slammed the book closed and pulled out her wand.
"Fine Tooth Tomb: Phoenix Symbol!" She shouted pretending like she hasn't tried this a hundred times within the last couple of hours.
Like all the times before this one the book didn't budge. Penelope then buried her face in her hands and let out a long groan of frustration.
"Nothing!" She shouted, "Hours of research and nothing on random attacks like what Baz had. Or what the mark on his hand means!"
I sat down next to her in the circle of books and put my hand on her shoulder.
"Let's all go to Watford and look through the library. There has to be something that can give us the slightest idea of what's going on." I said.
"Okay, we'll go tomorrow it'll give Baz more time to recover." Penny replied
I nodded and looked down at one of the books at my side. It was written in such old English that I could barely understand it. But I had no doubt in my mind that Penny could.
My mind drifted back to the last time I stepped foot in Watford. It was the night of Baz's end of the year dance. The two of us slow dancing for all to see. We were so afraid to love each other back then. But now, almost a year later, the fear was replaced by pure love.
I looked to the bedroom door and wondered what was taking Baz so long. Should I have left him alone in his condition? Or am I over reacting and I just need to leave Baz alone?
"It's going to be okay, Simon," said Penny wiping away a tear that I didn't even know was streaming down my cheek.
I stayed silent as she pulled me into a hug. I slowly wrapped my arms around her as more tears escaped my eyes.
"Shh," she cooed, "Everything is going to be okay."
"I know," I croaked. My eyes were still locked on the door.
My hand was on the door nob before I even realized that I let go of Penny and stood up. I knocked a few times. Nothing.
"Baz?" I said slowly opening the door. When I looked inside I saw nothing but flames that engulfed the bedroom.
My heart felt like it was about to bust out of my chest. I screamed for Baz but there was no answer. But he was in there somewhere if he was alive he wouldn't be for long. I took a step into the room when Penelope pushed me back.
"Simon, get away from there!" She screamed.
"He's in there!" I sobbed, "I have to save him, Penelope, I'm not losing him too!"
I pushed her aside and ran into the blazing inferno that was once my bedroom. I scanned the room but he wasn't in sight.
"Baz?!" I cried, "Baz, please!" The smoke was becoming too much for my body to handle and I was starting to cough.
I looked to one corner of the room and saw a blurry figure. I staggered toward the figure close enough to make out its features. It wasn't Baz. Instead it was a young girl roughly the same age as me with long dark brown hair that cascaded down her back. She was small but had a wicked look to her.
She looked around the room bewildered. Her eyes finally landed on me. She stared at me, looking me up and down with her cold brown eyes.
"Cool," she said.