Breathless...

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Baz's Pov

My legs refuse to carry me to the room I share with Simon; knowing that only torture, confusion and feelings lie there. I agree with my legs, it's too bloody much. Roaming the Wavering Wood seems like a better idea, it's too early to hide away in the catacombs.

              As I walk into the enchanted forest dizziness suddenly takes over my senses for a second, my vision going blurry as my throat dries up. For a split second I think the nymphs are trying something funny, but then a familiar sensation curdles in my stomach. Dilating, my pupils automatically dart towards every blood source in sight, thirsty. I clench my ears, the sound of swishing blood echoing in my head.

              The thirst overwhelms me and I realize I haven't had any blood since the day Simon caught me in the catacombs. "Fuck," I groan, as my fangs ache to be free from their confines.

             Within seconds, I'm in a small clearing between the Wavering Woods, far from the castle. Vampire speed has its benefits, I smirk.

              Piercing through, my fangs slide out. The heady scent of blood is infiltrating my mind. My throat is itching for the sweet, metallic, crimson liquid. Launching into overdrive, my eyes blink, triggering my night-vision.

             Burning, scorching sunlight penetrates my enhanced sight and I'm temporarily blinded. Drowning in darkness, clutching my eyes, I fall to my knees. "Fuck vampire vision," I mutter. 

              Light floods back in as soon as it left, and the entire forest comes into a mind-numbing focus. I don't trust myself to hunt right now so I pull out my ivory wand and cast, "Doe, a deer!" My fangs muffling my voice.

              An ethereal deer with a lush honey-brown coat elegantly strides into the clearing, gliding over tree stumps, breezing through the long grass. Fear glazing it's eyes, and yet it cannot stop moving towards me. It is helpless, and that has not gone unnoticed by it.

              Animals can sense things Normals, Magicians and Others cannot.

              They know I'm not a hunter. I'm so much worse. Enough to paralyze them with terror. I stalk forward, towards the big doe eyes begging me to kill it before I drain it dry. They know my kind. . . but they don't know me. "Hush, little baby!" I cast the spell, and the deer's eyes slowly lose their luster. And their fear, too.

              I sink my fangs down into it's  most prominent vein. It's blood flowing into my body, rushing in my veins, like electricity. My body turns a little less cold, a little less pale and buzzes with satisfaction from my meal. A shudder runs down my spine when I hear a voice. A voice that isn't animal. . .

             "Basilton. . ," a soft, feminine voice whispers, fear lacing it. Merlin. . . I'm well and truly fucked.

              I turn around slowly, trying to assess the damage. Oh fuck, it's Simon girlfriend, Wellbelove. Could it not be anyone else? I swear to Merlin—I'm cursed. Even Penny would be better right now. At least I know I can trust her to keep things to herself. She is not delicate like the girl before me.

             I inhale sharply while she continues to stare at me, her glossy  lips parted, breathing shallow. It was her blood I smelt here, I realize. "Wellbelove," I breathe, and my voice is low and husky. It gets like that after feeding and it is honestly frightening paired with the bloodthirsty look in my eyes.

            My pupils dilate as my senses heighten once more. Her blood's tangy scent spikes something in me, it makes me thirsty. More than that, it makes me angry. No, furious. And my fangs slide out of their own accord, and a low growl emitting from the back of my throat.

            The fear slips into my eyes too—when I realize that I have no control right now. I find myself stalking towards her the same way I do with all my prey. Then suddenly she breaks out of her stupor and releases a bloodcurdling shriek.

            Aleister Crowley. This will be the end of me. . . I realize. They'll all know what I am. And I will burn.

            All because some dickheaded vampires decided to bite a magician's child.