Left Behind (Snowbaz fic)

Chapter: 7

                                      BAZ
   I froze. The voice didn't come from anywhere but my own head. I looked all around me for good measure but I knew where it came from.
   'Hello?' I thought. I wasn't completely expecting an answer but when I got one it made me jump.
'Hello, Baz.' The voice was like a whisper in my own head. It sent a chill down my spine.
'How do you know my name?'
'I know a lot more than you think'
'Then why don't I know you?'
'You will soon enough.'
   I continued walking down the corridor of books until I reached the exit. I felt the cool, crisp night air hit my face the moment I stepped outside.
   'Who are you? How are you doing this?' I asked.
'There will be plenty of time to talk later but for now hunt, sleep and kiss your boyfriend. You won't be doing that for a while.'
'What the fuck is that supposed to mean?'
   There was no answer. I knew there wasn't going to be one for a long time. I just stood there dumbfounded in the cold breeze. What did she mean? What the fuck was that supposed to mean? My heart pounded against my chest and a sense of dread washed over me. My stomach lurched and I felt like I was going to be sick. I rooted my fingers through my hair and held in a scream. I wanted to scream loud enough so that someone could hear me and wake me up from this nightmare.
   Then a voice pierced through the nightmare. At first I thought it was inside my own head. That it was someone else trying to torture me from the inside out. I turned abruptly to see Simon walking towards me. His cheeks turned pink from the cold. A sense of relief washed over me.
   "I'm I interrupting something?" He asked.
"No, no I just needed some air."
   He took my hand in his and brought it up to cup his face. His cheeks were warm against my cold fingers.
"I just need an hour of not worrying my ass off about you." He kissed the palm of my hand. My heart sank deep down in my chest. It killed me seeing him so worried and afraid. I just wanted to stop time so the two of us could live in this moment forever. We won't have to carry on anymore. We can just live and love each other.
   "I'm so sorry," I said under my breath. I ran my thumb over his cheek wiping away a stray tear. I brought my other hand to his cheek and pulled his face to mine. Our lips connected and I didn't know I wanted anything more than I wanted him. I was fascinated with the shape of his lips and how they fit so perfectly with mine like they were made for each other from the very beginning. I could feel myself falling into blissful oblivion and I never wanted to have to get back up.
   We both pulled away searching for breath. My heart was pounding. But not because I was nervous or scared. I was so overwhelmed with passion that my body didn't know what to do with itself. I didn't want to be scared anymore. Every day I'm terrified to lose him for one reason or another. Either some supernatural being, sent out to kill the both of us, or time itself will eventually take Simon away from me.
   'Enjoy this, Basil, you're going to miss this,'
'Shut up!' My muscles tightened and my fists clenched at my sides. Simon took notice.
   "Baz, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," I said through gritted teeth, "I'm just hungry," Simon gave me a slight nod and took a few steps back
   "Do whatever you have to do," he said. I turned and walked towards the catacombs in the Wavering Wood.
   I greeted it like it was an old friend and I think in some way it greeted me too. This creepy, menacing place served as somewhere I could be the monster I was cursed to be. Or at least that's what I had originally thought. Now it's a place that holds memories of my time at this school.
   I picked off rats one by one until I had my fill. Not a drop of blood stained my lips or even my fingers. Over the years I was incredibly good at keeping myself clean. Mostly for Simon's sake so he wouldn't have to see me like that.
   I can never say I actually learned my way around this place. The deeper I went into the tunnels the more unfamiliar my surroundings became. As I walked I began to hear a heartbeat at the very end of the corridor. It wasn't normal at all it was barely beating.
   "Hello?" I called out. I began to hear distant sobbing along with the heartbeat.
   "Who's there?" A voice called out in between sobs.
   When I reached the end of the corridor I saw the silhouette of a boy sitting in the corner. He was crying into his knees that were pressed up against his chest. He couldn't have been older than a second or third year.
   He looked up at me with thick tears rolling down his cheeks. That was when I saw the bloody puncture wounds on the base of his neck. He was bitten.
   "W-who are you?" He asked his voice shaking.
"My name is Baz. I'm like you." He nearly jumped out of his own skin. He backed away from me as far as he could get.
   "Stay away from me!" He cried. His sobbing became more intense as he began losing control of his breathing.
"You did this to me!" He yelled. He held out his arm and lifted his torn up sleeve. On his wrist were bloody scratches that spelled out my name.
   'You did this,' I thought. There was no answer but I knew she was listening. 'Why did you do this?'
  'It's just my way of letting you know that I'm closer than you think,'
   'There are simpler ways of doing it.'
   'Would you rather I send a postcard?'
   'Fuck you! He's just a kid!'
   'So were you, Baz, and so was I."
   I realized I had been staring at the kid in silence for the past few minutes. I didn't know how else to approach this so I just knelt down beside him. I spoke in a soft, calming voice.
   "I didn't do this to you but I know who did. And I promise you that she's going to regret what she's done."
   The boy still looked hesitant and scared but when I held my hand out to him he took it. I helped him to his feet and kept him steady. His legs buckled under his weight.
   "You need to feed," I told him. He quivered at my words and I felt his entire body tense up. To get him to calm down a bit I asked him what his name was.
   "Jamie," he replied.
   "Okay, Jamie, I'm going to find you something. Stay here."
   I picked up as many rats I could carry and walked back to Jamie. He remains standing in the time I left him but he looked like he would fall over any second. I held out an already dead rat to him and he shuddered.
   "Please tell me you're joking."
   "It's not an ideal meal but it kept me going throughout all my years here."
   He took the rat and juggled it from hand to hand until he finally built up the courage to hold it up to his lips. It took him a few tries to retract his fangs and when they finally popped out they scared him.
   "They'll feel more a part of you soon. Not just some nuisance that you can't control."
   He nodded and sunk his fangs into the rat. His eyes were squeezed shut as tightly as he could close them. He gagged as the first drops of blood touched his lips. But the hunger overtook him and he bore his fangs deeper into the flesh of the rat. He drank furiously until he sucked the rodent dry. I handed him another one and he drained that one of all its contents as well.
   By the time he was satisfied blood soaked the corners of his mouth. He licked his lips repeatedly making sure he consumed every last drop.
   "Well done," I said patting him on his back. "You'll learn to control the hunger over time and not let it control you. If you come down here every night you should be fine."
   Great. Now I'm mentoring young vampires down in the catacombs of Watford. I never knew my life would lead me here. I looked to my right and saw my mothers tomb in the distance. Aren't you proud of your boy now, mother?
   'I don't think anyone was ever proud of you,"