Short Stories

A Misunderstanding: Snowbaz

He won't leave me alone. And I'm getting thirsty. I stop short to hear his footsteps behind me.
"Stop following me for one fucking minute, Snow, I'm not plotting your demise right now," I glare, turning around to face him. I was never really plotting to kill him. Daydreaming. Constantly. But never plotting.
"I don't trust you, you-you evil monster." I roll my eyes. "All you want is to kill me." His hand moves to his side. I reach for my wand.
"Believe it or not, I think about other things besides you." That's not true, though, is it? "Now you see me," I start.
"No, Baz..." Snow warns. He begins whispering for his sword.
"Now you don't." And I know from that familiar clueless look on his face that I've become invisible.
"You're such an arsehole!" He shouts. "And a coward! Come and fight me." And I do- I almost do. I almost lunge myself at him and bite down hard on his neck. But I know I can't really hurt Simon Snow, not anymore.
   I watch as his face falls and he puts away his sword. He sighs, sitting  down on the damp grass.
"You're gone. I know you are." He pulls out a blade of grass, stripping off the layers. "I dunno why I'm still talking to you."
   Then my stomach growls. And Simon looks up. And I want to bash my head into a wall.
"Baz?" I look at his face one last time before quietly running towards the Wavering Wood. "Baz?" He calls out again.
   I run so far into the woods that not even the nymphs follow. (Or maybe I am still invisible.) Patches of sunlight filter through the dense trees, flickering as the branches sway. I don't need the light, being a vampire. Anyway, it's easier to hunt when the poor animal doesn't see you coming.
   I throw the deer carcass away, then go to sit on a boulder. I sigh, relieved to have finally had blood after too long. I'm not sure how I didn't eat someone. Maybe because Snow hasn't left me alone for a second.
"Crowley, I'm finally alone!" I almost smile.
   But I am so tired. Tired of being followed, tired of having Snow stuck in my mind. Tired of hating him so much. I don't want to kill him anymore. I don't want him dead at all. What do I want?

   I shout at the air for a while. I think maybe he's still here. But then Penny finds me and tells me to be quiet.
"No, I have to find him." I don't mean to sound so desperate.
"Simon, you need to stop obsessing over him." Penny rolls her eyes.
"I'm not obsessed!" I swing my sword a little too close to her face.
"Let's go get dinner before you slice me in half."
"... Ok."

   I snap my fingers, making a flame between them. I watch it dance for a moment before lighting my cigarette. I know, it could kill me. So could everything else. I inhale the smoke, laying back on the boulder. Snow would love to know I'm practically suicidal. Snow-Simon...
   Simon Snow. I could see his face too clearly in my mind. It's almost always there. So when the real Simon Snow would pop up, I had to make sure he wasn't just another image. I've only ever full-on hallucinated Snow once, and it doesn't count because I was drunk.
   I know where all his moles are. Well, probably not all of them. I haven't ever seen Snow completely naked, and I guess I never will. (A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of Simon Snow naked.) I start thinking about his muscles. His back and his stomach. His arms, Crowley, his arms. I suck on my cigarette. Well, it's not like Snow is the only one with a wonderful body. Other men have muscles. Jean, a sixth year, he is very nice-looking. Not that I really noticed. (Except, yes. I obviously have.) I bet every other fifteen-year-old guy looks at other guys too. How else do you know what you want to look like? Or... well, I don't know. How else do you know what you want? What do I want?

   Baz hasn't come back yet. Maybe he's sucking out someone's blood. Maybe I should go look for him, it's going to get dark. He could be killing someone.
I start searching for him again. I go down to the Catacombs, but there's only rats. He wouldn't be near the school, I guess. Well the gates haven't closed yet... I walk into the Wavering Wood. Fuck the Wavering Wood.

"I dunno, him, I guess?" I think out loud. "I..."
I want him. I want Simon Snow. I want him underneath me as I snog his face. I want to feel his muscles and kiss his moles.
"Shit, I'm in love with Simon Snow." My enemy, my- fuck he's here. He's standing right here.
I blink to make sure.
"Snow, how long have you been standing there?" I put out my cigarette slowly. There's a horrible look of disgust and shock on his face and I hate it.
"Long enough that you don't have to hide it, Baz." The way he says my name, like it's a curse. I sit up. "I can't believe you..." His face is contorting into something awful, and my limbs are becoming numb, and then suddenly he's running and I'm calling his name.
"Snow, it's not what you think!" It's exactly what you think. "I don't-" yes I do. He can't hear me anyway. I don't run after him.