So, I'm writing this for my best friend. This is a big thank you for believing in my stories even when I didn't :)
I don't know what I would do without you.
Not that I mean to get sappy, but I love ya buddy :D
And I hope you like this!

This is NOT SLASH. Just some BROMANCE!

No, I don't own MBAV. If I did, we'd totally have a season three by now!

He doesn't know what I would do for him.

He doesn't know the mess I would be without him.

He's my best friend.

I have to save him.

"Let him go!" I scream at the top of my lungs, watching as the dark-hooded figure drops his body to the ground; he doesn't move as he lands with a dull thump. "Take me instead."

"You would willingly sacrifice yourself for him?" It asks me, and I have to gulp down bile as I recognize the voice. Ignoring the feeling of dread, I speak.

"Of course I would. He's my best friend."

"No one would give their life for someone, best friend or not. No one's that nice."

"You obviously don't understand real friendship then." I'm gasping for breath as I feel a long-fingered, claw-like grip on my windpipe all of a sudden.

"I have friends," they hiss in my face, breath as vile as curdled milk.

"There's a... difference... between 'friends' and... a 'best friend'," I get out with shallow breaths.

"What makes you think I won't kill him after I kill you?"

"You...only...need one...of us," I get out, vision going fuzzy as the grip tightens. I can see him finally moving a bit on the hard ground. I try not to make them notice him. "Why us?"

"You've been nothing but thorns in my side. But not much longer," it says, and I can see it open its mouth under the hood, rank breath rolling on my face as its teeth, all of its teeth, turns to viscous, jagged fangs.

Someone needed braces.

They're mouth opened wider, making me gag on the rancid breath. The hand around my throat tightens and my breath comes in gasps.

This must be what death feels like.

I see him roll on his side, eyes open.

I wish he didn't have to see this.

His eyes are pleading with me, or maybe they're angry... I can't really tell since everything is so fuzzy around the edges.

"Dæmonium absentis!*" a voice called out as lightning lashed out to the hooded figure. It cried out in what sounded like pain and let go of me.

As I tumbled to the ground I see him sitting up, looking at our savior.

"Grandma!" We both call out at the same time, my voice scratchy and raw; she still cracks a smile at us.

"Let's get you both home," she says, waving her hands.

I black out as I feel her transport us away.
...

I awake to voices.

"How'd you find us? You always find us!"

"You both have magical traces on you so I can find you both in times of danger. When his began to flicker and fade away, I knew something was wrong. So, I found you, and saved your life. You're welcome."

"Thank you."

"He's waking up. I'll let you talk to him."

Once I hear the door close, I open my eyes to find him hovering over me.

"Hey," I get out, voice scratchy.

"Are you crazy? You were going to die! For me! Why would you do that?" He doesn't sound angry, although I think he's trying for angry; he just sounds upset. He sounds scared.

"I couldn't let you die. You're my best friend."

"You would die for me?"

"Yes."

"You're insane."

"I know."

He finally smiles at me and I smile back.

"You'd do the same for me."

"I would."

He knows I would do anything for him.

And I know he'd do anything for me.

Because we're best friends.

*Latin for Demon be gone (courtesy of Google Translate)

So, I know it was sappy and cheesy, but oh well.
I hope you liked it!

Thanks to everyone who decided to read it.

Peace and love to all my readers!

-JustMe133