SnowBaz Oneshots

My Evil Wishes

Everything (Except The Plot) Belongs To Rainbow Rowell. Tell Me If You Guys Like It! Bye!
--Me

*Baz's POV*

Why do I always have to hurt him? I never really want to do it, but I know that hurting him will keep me from doing what I actually want to do. Sometimes I wish I never came to Watford. No, I wish I never met Simon Snow. It would have been better for both Snow and myself if we had never been cast together by the crucible. He wouldn't have me beating him down, both physically and emotionally, and I wouldn't have fallen in love with a person a will never have. I blame him really. It's his fault he looks like a freaking god. It's his fault he is extremely nice to everyone, and is the hero in every bloody story. I didn't plan to fall for him. It didn't happen until third year. When I came back from holiday and saw his gorgeous face. It all went down hill from there. (Or uphill depending on how you look at it.) I hated myself. I am the last Grimm-Pitch, I am suppose to be normal, as my father likes to tell me. I mean, I'm a bloody gay vampire. How abnormal can I get? Now every time I even think about him, I want to kiss his round red lips. Then bite his neck and suck him dry like I am expected to do by my family. But I know I can't do either; kiss nor kill. If I kiss him everyone one would know and my own family will disown me. And I could never kill him. I love him way too much to do it. Yes, I did push him down the stairs, but I could never, and will never, kill him. Take his life away. Drain all the smiles and laughs away from him. (And Bunce to be honest.) I just can't do it. Even just thinking about a day without the great Simon Snow living in it, and knowing that I'm the one that made it that way, makes the blood in my stomach want to crawl back up my throat. I know a day will come and we will have to fight face to face, only to stop when one of us isn't breathing. And when that day comes, I will be the one to go. I'm going to make sure of it. I don't care, nobody would care, if I was the one to go. I'm already half dead, might as well finish the job. When my day comes, I know exactly how everything will go down. I will be on the ground, waiting for Snow to slice me in half with that stupid sword of his, and right before I die all together, I will tell him. There is no point in hiding it if I'm about to die anyway, right? And once he knows that I have loved him for years, his blade will impale me, and he would win the final battle. I just wish that once I admit my true feelings, Simon will tell me he felt the same way all along. I know it will never happen, but I do have my evil wishes.