A/N: This is my first Blaise Zabini fic but I think it turned out pretty well. Blaise is a male who has been dating Draco since 5th year. If you don't fancy slash, consider this your warning and get out now! Thanx and enjoy!

Blaise Zabini

It all happened so sudden…so fast….so very….unexpected. Everything did—from my annoying sister Aiden to my twisted obsession over M.S. The events of that day still remain unsolved, mind-blowing, life changing, and frightening. M.S. is facing either the fate of being sold to new owners or being put to sleep. Whatever happens, I'm afraid I'll never be the same again.

I remember everything. Every last moment and detail of that day has been glued to the inside of my brain, and will be forevermore. No kidding. I know nobody believes me, but we really were fine. I've explained it a million times, how she only went wild because of the sound she heard in the woods. Mum, dad, all the healers are convinced that I'm still delirious from the accident. Aiden and Draco are too upset to even take sides.

But here's the thing. They weren't there! I was there, I was controlling M.S., and I know when she's misbehaving and when she isn't. I know for a fact that M.S. didn't mean to hurt me. I'd even swear on it. We were fine. Both of us. She was fine—calm, trained, tame, at ease…she really was. She even did great bringing me to the destination I wanted to be at—deep in the heart of the East Forest. I didn't need to tug her extra hard or scream and yell at her. There were no problems whatsoever. She obeyed me and I rewarded her. All my training had helped. I was proud. Prouder than I had been in a long time.

My incredibly strong anger from the morning rush and madness had finally drained in every last inch of my body. And I knew why. The honor and thanks all went to her, M.S. What could I say? She relaxed me and brought me to a world that released all my worries and cares in life. A world where no one judged me because of my race, my thick Hispanic accent, my interests, personality, sexual orientation, or faults. She took me places no one else could. My mind often wondered to that world. Even after she left, deserted me, landed me in a bed for several weeks…

The feeling that surrounded me when we ran off together that day was wonderful. More than wonderful. Extraordinary. I could not have been happier. I rode her down to the lake, nearly ten miles into the East Forest. I wasn't allowed to go that far into the East. EVER. Especially on her—bareback, with no protection, no helmet, no halter, or anything at all. It was dangerous, and no doubt a serious risk of my own life, but I was mad at the time. I wasn't thinking straight, everyone seemed against me, and I was sure no one would notice the absence. They probably wouldn't have if M.S. had never heard the noise and panicked. Besides, I had to run away for a while. My parents would have buried me alive had I not done so.

I rebelled. So what? I always had, and I always would. I was a Slytherin—a sly, cunning, careful, cold-hearted, popular Slytherin boy. And I didn't have to beg for my reputation. I deserved it, and I wanted it. I loved my place in the game of life. I knew I could lie, cheat, steal, and do all kinds of horrible deeds without being caught. I had a 'Get out of Jail Free' card that no other house at Hogwarts had. I took advantage of it and didn't care. No one could figure me out either. That was another thing I liked. People trying to analyze me and find out my problem—it's always a good laugh, I tell you. Being mysterious, cryptic, and evil all fit together well in my mind, and as far as I was concerned, I liked being talked about. I liked being favored, treated special, digging up and spreading dirty rumors, starting fights and winning them…I loved trouble, and I didn't play by rules.

I took M.S. out far away from my family. We sat by the lake for what seemed like hours, talking and laughing. She listened to me the whole time, even as I switched from one language to another, blending both my English and Spanish into each sentence. I was Latino, and she knew that. I told her the first time I saw her, when she and I were both very young, and I couldn't ride alone. Now we were older, and I could ride by myself all around the Zabini Manor, through the West Forest which led to the Malfoy Manor, and at least two miles into the East Forest, but no further.

Of course, as a rebel Slytherin, I always rode further than two miles in the East Forest. Way further. Normally, I rode until we were a good six miles into it, but today, my fury forced me to take the dare of riding all the way to a rumored lake in the forest. M.S. didn't stop until I allowed her to, and I didn't exactly let her until I'd found the beautiful lake that Draco Malfoy had once told me about. It was as breath taking as he'd told it, and for once I felt jealous that the hard-cored, pain loving, blonde boyfriend was actually allowed to visit it often. At one time, I'd asked my parents if I could go far in the East if Draco went along with me, but the answer remained a no. I never did understand why until late that afternoon when the accident took place…

When M.S. and I first arrived at the lake, we circled it a couple times and admired the beauty of it together before picking out just one spot. There was a small dock for a few people to sit down, go fishing, and enjoy a picnic. Tied up to the dock were a few motorboats. I'd never been fishing before, and I'd only rode in a boat once before—in order to get across the lake at Hogwarts in my first year, but I still didn't mess with the boats or fishing rods on the dock. I had no desire to.

Slowly, I released the tight pressure I'd pressed onto M.S.'s chocolate-brown fur from my dangling legs as her signal to slow down. Finally, she came to a halt at the edge of the water so I jumped down proudly and patted her softly on the neck. Then I took off my shoes and socks to soak my feet in the clear, blue water of the fresh lake. Later I rubbed her ears and back as we talked, played, and laughed. It was perfect…I wasn't scared at all. She made me happy. She was my only friend.

And then we were headed back—out of the forest and towards the stables and manor. But we didn't get that far. The noise startled her. I'm not even sure what it was now that I think about it. A four-wheeler, skateboard, tractor, snake, lizard, rabbit, fox…something was there, and whatever it was, it drove her wild. I tried patting her gently, but it didn't work. All I could do was pray she'd stay calm. "Shh…it's okay girl. Nothing's there…keep going…esta bien…"

But something WAS there, and it wasn't okay. I couldn't deny it much longer. She began to whine and buck her head around violently. As she carried on, I began to panic as well. 'What if she suddenly runs off and I fall? What if she refuses to bring me home? What if she's sick? Or, what if she's hurt?'

Within seconds I found my heart beating five times faster than a normal heart ever could, and the ends of my short, perfect brown hair were drenched in sticky hot sweat. Moments later, her front two hooves jumped a foot in the air as she neighed wildly. I let out a loud, piercing shriek, not able to hold on any longer. Even the saddle and halter would have made this situation any better or safer. I was helpless. As soon as she jumped up I fell hard to the cold, rough, muddy ground beneath me.

I fell so hard it felt like my skull cracked. Maybe it did. There was blood…I saw it…everywhere…ruby-red blood staining my robes and the grass that surrounded me. My head began to spin at this revolting sight as the pain developed all over…it was searing…blinding…agonizing…and….razor sharp. It shot up in all directions of my now shaking and quivering body. It reminded me of how an epilepsy victim could feel during a really horrible attack.

Of course, seizures probably aren't as bloody and painful as this. The pain, just like the blood, seemed to be everywhere—my arms, legs, chest, and spine. It didn't stop, either. It got worse. And worse. And worse. I couldn't bare it. Tears flooded down my cheeks for the first time in my life. Why me?

I howled and screamed as my frantic mind raced with horrible, bloody thoughts. I couldn't help but cry and scream out, especially when my mind drifted off to an outcome I never intended to consider or even think about. I thought about the very worst fate for myself, the one that no one want to even hear until they are so old it won't matter. The one everyone fears, and the one everyone must face no matter what may come. Death. I squeezed my teary eyes shut so tight that it stung, and still, the image of my grave would not erase.

Oh, bugger. I was dying. I just knew it. I was dying and no was coming to save me. I didn't have a hero. Heroes only existed in fairy tales, fantasies, and dreams, and since my life wasn't any of those, I wasn't about to be rescued. My life was real, unfair, bloody, dramatic, and not about to become better.

Think about it. I was deep in a dangerous forest, beyond the land my parents allowed me to use. I was bleeding. I was in major, major pain. I thought I'd be okay at first since M.S. was at my side. But then I heard hoof beats…they went away…She went away…She left me…alone to die in the grass. She was my friend, my baby, and my getaway. She was the first girl I had ever actually liked even though she was only an animal. And she left me alone…in the cold…feeling queasy…bleeding to death…shaking like mad…sweating…crying…I could barely think now… I wasn't conscious much longer….

(Reader hears a loud, rapid heartbeat like at the end of a dramatic soap opera…)

Muhahahaha!

Cliffhanger

A/N: Like? No like? Can't tell because you're confused? Need another bucket to barf in? Don't worry because everything will be cleared up soon, M.S. won't be sticking around much longer, and more slashy goodness is on its way. Stay tuned to discover Draco's reaction to Blaise's accident. Read and Review.