Left Behind (Snowbaz fic)

Chapter: 8

BAZ
'Get out of my fucking head'
'You don't like my gift?' I picked him out specifically for you! I thought you had a thing for blonde curly hair.'
I looked down at Jamie's curly hair that stuck to his forehead with sweat. He looked a lot like Simon but more exaggerated. His hair was longer and more curly than Simon's and his cheeks were coated in a layer of freckles that were faded due to the lack of color in his face.
An image of Simon popped into my head. It was an image I had never considered until now. I saw Simon curled up in that corner instead of Jamie. His skin was a deep shade of grey and his eyes lost all their light. All the life and color in his body was drained away and a hollow shell of a person was left behind. He had blood dripping from the corners of his mouth and he was yelling at me.
"Why did you do this to me, Baz?" He sobbed, "I'm so hungry!"
"Simon, I'm so sorry."
"Simon? Who's Simon?" I saw Jamie instead of Simon. It was like Simon was blurred out and Jamie came into focus.
'If you want my opinion I think it's a much better look for Simon.' I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was smiling. A hint of a laugh just buried underneath the surface of her perky voice.
'Shut up! Shut the fuck up and leave me alone! What do you want from me?'
'I don't want anything from you, Baz, I'm stuck with you and you're stuck with me so I decided to have a little fun.'
I kicked the tunnel wall closest to me sending rubble flying in all directions. Jamie jumped back and scrambled out of the way of the falling rocks. I sprinted down the corridor towards the exit leaving Jamie behind. I ran as fast as I could until the night sky was finally in sight. I could smell the fresh smell of the previous rain. I just wanted to keep running until I got far enough where she couldn't reach me. But I feared that no where would be far enough. No matter where I go or what I do she will always be inside my head.
I ran until I felt the impact of something hitting me full force sending me tumbling to the ground. When I finally came to a stop I picked my head up from the wet grass to see Simon on the ground next to me. He was clutching his chest and groaning in pain.
"Simon?"
"Ow," he muttered, "What's going on?"
"Oh, Simon, I'm sorry," I plucked a leaf out of his hair. "Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm fine. I was just wondering where you were."
"I'm sorry. I'm not leaving you anymore. I promise."
"What was going on in there?" He peered over my shoulder at looked at the entrance of the catacombs. I couldn't tell him. I couldn't add another thing to the list of things Simon Snow has to worry about.
"Just too many memories coming to haunt me."
He leaned back against my shoulder and we looked at the world around us. Watford at night is truly beautiful and I'm glad I'm not the only one who sees it anymore. The yew trees in the distance hung low to the ground and their leaves danced in the wind. The stars overhead sparked and reflected off of Simon's glittering eyes.
"I'll take that hour of not having to worry now." I whispered in his ear making him shiver. I could see the goosebumps rising on his arms.
"That would be lovely." He said.
Be both lied on our backs and watched the stars the full moon staring back. The silence both inside my own head and outside was blissful. All I could hear was the rippling sounds of the moat and Simon's breathing.
   "I wish we could go back to the night of the dance." He whispered.
   "Why don't we?" I pulled out my wand and gave it a flourish. "Hit it,"
   Soft music played all around us like it was being carried by the wind. The soft notes fluttered in the night air and didn't come from any particular place it just existed.
I got to my feet, brushing off the leaves and grass off my pants, and helped Simon up. I put my hand to the small of his back, pulling him closer to me, I could feel where his wings connected to his body. I often forget about his wings and tail because now he wears enchanted clothing that makes them invisible. Each time he catches me by surprise when I see those scaly, red wings extending from his back.
He leans his head on my shoulder and let's me support him. We sway slowly to the music. It was more rocking back and forth than dancing but I enjoyed every second of it. Just being close to him made everything seem to go away even for a moment. I took in his smell and implanted it into my brain so I could always go back to it and feel him with me. He smelled like driftwood and a hint of honeysuckle.
I closed my eyes, lulled my the motion of our bodies and the sound of the soft music.
"I love you," he mumbled into my shoulder. I kissed the top of his head. The ends of his hair tickled my nose.
"I love you too."
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We danced until the first hints of sunlight glinted over the horizon. My eyes stung when I finally opened them in the light. Simon lifted his head from the spot on my shoulder and looked into my eyes. His eyes looked tired but swimming with emotion.
When we finally let each other go Simon ruffled his messy curls with his hand. He chuckled to himself and looked down at the ground.
"We danced all night," a smile spread across his lips.
"So we did," I smiled back.
Suddenly all the color drained out of Simon's face. His eyes were fixed on something behind me. I turned around to see her, Amara Noel, standing in the mouth of the catacombs. She held Jamie by the collar of his shirt. He looked beaten and barely able to stay on his own two feet. His head hung low, thick curls fell in front of his eyes.
She held up her boney fingers and snapped them together, a spark flew out of her them and fizzled to the ground. I heard Simon gasp behind me. It sounded like all the breath was being sucked out of his body. When I turned around I saw his eyes rolled back into his head and watched him fall to the ground.