Herbs and Spices // snowbaz

nothing good happens in the forest

6th year Watford

He turned towards her, eyes blazing with hatred. Self-hatred. The forest was bright and green and wild around them. Baz felt some warm blood making his hair curl around to the base of his throat, the redness indistinguishable against the black. 
He had never wanted this to happen, the hunger had just been too much. It had beat so steadily in his throat and in his head that he couldn't hear Agatha following him. He had never been caught before, always been vigilant, always watching. But this time he hadn't been able to, he had been so hungry he could hear nothing outside of his own bloodthirst. 

"Basil," Agatha sighed, her voice sounding pained, and surprised, "You're..."

"A vampire?" Baz said incredulously, "Yeah... I know." He spoke sarcastically, his hands coming up to make sure his face was clear of blood. 

"But," she spoke softly, almost talking to herself rather than him, "This means Simon was right. All this time, he was right."

"Yes, Simon bloody Snow was right, and you get to be the one to tell him so," Baz put his head in his hands, exhaustion taking over his body as he slumped against one of the wide trees, "So, if you're going to tell him, just do it."

"I won't tell," Agatha spoke softly. Everything that girl did was light and delicate, even when faced with what should've been her biggest fear. Baz admired her for it, her lightness, her ability to bring sunshine to everyone. She shone brightly, no wonder her and Snow fit so well together, he was bright like fire and she was warm like sunshine. 

"Why would you not?"

"You're not my enemy," Agatha said, and Baz laughed quietly.

"Yes I am, I'm a vampire, Agatha," his voice dropped in volume, "I'm a monster, and I will hurt someone."

"So will I, won't I?" She shrugged, stepping forward closer to Baz, his eyes glancing up to look at her, and then flitting around the edge of the trees, slightly narrowed. "We're in a war Basil, a war that will end with more deaths than we will want. A war against the Humdrum which wants all magic gone, and you're worried about you being a monster? Get over yourself Baz." 

Baz laughed, finally looking her in the eyes, and finding her already smiling softly at him. 

"You're not a monster Baz. And if you are, then who gives a damn?" She said softly, walking closer to him, so close she could reach out and touch him if she knew he would respond well. 

Baz looked past her shoulder, his eyes scanning the forest line. He could hear two sets of footsteps and two sets of voices. Bunce and Snow. Of course, they were out walking, they had probably followed Wellbelove. Or followed him. Either one, he knew it wouldn't take them long until they got to the clearing and saw Baz and Agatha.

He stepped forward to meet Agatha halfway, and caught her hands in his own, noting the surprised look that crossed her face.
"You may think I'm not a monster, but I know I am. If you're not going to say anything about... what I am, then just give up. I know what you're doing, you're following me," she opened her mouth to respond and he cut her off, "I know you are Agatha. And I also know, I'm not right for you." 

"How do you know anything about me?"

"I know that you and Snow have a golden destiny and that you're trying to run from it right now, but that's not how destiny works," he holds on tightly to her hands, "And you must know by now, that I'm wrong for you. I'm not more interesting, I'm not more dangerous, I'm never going to be what you need or want, I'm just wrong."

"Because you're a vampire?"

"Because I'm me. And you're you." His voice was cut off by a cluster of footsteps into the clearing, and Agatha looked up towards it and made eye contact with Simon, and then slipped sidelong to Penelope. Baz looked Simon dead in the eye and raised his eyebrows, feeling his hands go limp around hers, surprised they were there.

Penelope stood, watching the three of them, and then tugged Simon away, letting the branches swing back behind them to cover their tracks, the swinging of the branch being the only sign they were ever there. 

Baz dropped her hands they were on fire and he looked back at her, "What the fuck just happened to Snow?"

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I have no idea what this was, I just couldn't think of anything to write; especially about Simon and Baz, everything I thought of to write it just felt like I'd written it before. 

Although I might write a lil something about baz and simon and the chimera. But I don't know, so this is what happened in the meantime. 

So thanks for reading this (probably shit) lil chapter thing.