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QueenofCassiopeia

Baz

Where am I? The last thing I remember is leaving our apartment, and now, as I look around, I am in a dark cellar. Underground probably, because there are no windows to be seen. I raise my hand to brush my hair out of my face and realize that my hands are shackled to the concrete floor. I hear the door creak open, and I see Nicodemus' weathered face. He looks almost the same, apart from the long scar spanning across his left eye and noticeably fewer teeth.

"Ahh, Baz," he says, grinning in a way that sends shivers down my spine, "I see you have finally woken up."

"What do you want from me?" I ask, echoing the last time I saw him, only then I was the one with the advantage and he was at my mercy.

He chuckles, "I want Simon."

This catches me off guard. Simon is the one person in the world that I would never betray or let any harm come to.

"No," I say instantly.

"Oh sweet, innocent Baz," he says patronizingly, "Little do you know, I already have Simon."

Simon

Baz was supposed to be back over three hours ago. Penny says that I shouldn't worry about him because he's probably off "plotting something or doing whatever vampires do," but being late is not something Baz does. Try to kill you, yes, show up late, never. The last time he was late was when he was kidnapped by numpties and held in a coffin.

"Penny!" I called.

"Yes!"

"Please, can we go look for Baz? I'm getting worried."

"Simon, if you are so worried about Baz, then you can go and look for him, but I'm not coming with you."

I walked out the door and into the cold blackness of the winter night. When Baz went missing the last time, I was never the one tasked with finding him, so I have absolutely no idea what I am supposed to do now. I regret tuning out Baz when he told me what had happened and how he was found last time because now I have no idea where to start.

Even though I've gotten better at casting spells, it's still a fifty-fifty chance that the spell will actually work. Despite the countless spells that have been created, there are always a lack of finding spells, and most of them can only be cast by the most powerful wizards, which I am not. Most of my magic came back a few months after fighting the Humdrum, but I will never be as powerful as I once was. Keeping all of this in mind, I try the only finding spell I know "I never really know just where to find you!"

Baz

"What do you mean?" I ask, outraged. "Where is Simon?"

"I don't have him yet," Nicodemus says, smiling evilly, "But I know that wherever you go, he follows, and look," Nicodemus says, casting, "Mirror Mirror on the wall!" Instantly, a mirror appeared on the wall, and you could see Snow walking down the streets of London, heading towards a pub.

"Where is he going?"

"He coming to us. Clever boy, that one is. He managed to cast "I never really know just where to find you," a spell that requires a very powerful wizard. Maybe Simon Snow is once again becoming the world's most powerful magician. Hmmm, yes, that will make it much harder for…"

I cough, unsure of whether or not Nicodemus has forgotten about my presence.

"Ahhh, Baz," he says, chuckling, "You were being so quiet I almost forgot that you were here. From what I learned the last time we met, I expected you to fight back, not sit there waiting for Simon to play the hero."

Instead of responding, I know to bide my time and wait until Nicodemus leaves. As if he was hearing my thoughts, Nicodemus promptly goes, slamming the iron door behind him. I hear the click of the lock, and then proceed to cast "I can't get it out of my head!" a powerful spell that allows me to communicate through telepathy to whoever I'm thinking about, and no, Snow does not have nearly enough control to cast a spell as advanced as this one clearly is.

Simon. Simon. Before long, I hear a response echoing in my head, "What? Why am I hearing Baz?" Simon, you idiot. It's me! I'm casting "I can't get it out of my head!" "What?" the reply came thundering back. Oh never mind. Just do not come and save me. I can save myself. "Too late," Simon says, and if I could see him, I know that he would be smirking in that infuriating way of his. I have to quickly sever the bond because I can hear Nicodemus' heavy footsteps approaching the door.

I hear the lock click once again, and Nicodemus utter, "Open sesame," which in my opinion is unnecessary, but I did the same when I came back to Watford after being kidnapped by numpties, something that Simon never lets me forget. The door bursts open, and Nicodemus strides in, once again muttering under his breath.

Simon

I walk down the streets of London, heading to a pub named The Black Sheep, a very fitting name for Nicodemus' lair. I open the door and am greeted by a jolly bartender, who has no vampiric qualities to him. I scan the pub, and upon seeing one old man whose skin was slightly tinted gray, walk over to him.

"Excuse me," I say, unsure because the only vampire I have talked to frequently is Baz, "Ummm, Nicodemus told me to meet him here."

He slams his pint of beer onto the counter, spilling most of it in the process. "Ahh, if its Nicodemus you want then you're in the right place. Go down the stairs and to the third door on the right."

"Thank you." I say, and hurriedly leave the man, but not before he yells, "Don't let Nicodemus kill you." before he bursts into chuckles and the bartender fils up his cup.

I walk down the stairs into a dark corridor that smelled of mildew and blood. I continue along the corridor, passing doors with scratch marks on them. I hesitantly approach the third door, unsure of what lies beyond. With my wand at the ready, I turn the doorknob and slowly open the door.