To everyone who has read this so far, I just want to say a big thank you.
I didn't expect much since this the first week, but I love the fact that people have already started read and like my story. So to all of you, here is Chapter 2.
Please enjoy and stick around, I will be updating again soon.

Firebird800

Basilton Grimm-Pitch

Darkness, there is nothing but darkness. all the magic I'd tried to force out of me, wasn't even worth it, only exhausted my voice and patience. How long had I been in this damn thing in total darkness. How many hours did I have to curse myself for leaving my fucking wand behind when I go to tennis. If I got out, it was coming with me, in my pocket, Everywhere.

I would drain the lot of these bloody numpties, even if they tasted worse than merwovles. At least they would be dead even if I vomited up all their blood. Stuck in a coffin. Oh the irony.

During the first few days, or maybe weeks (Can't keep track of time in total darkness 24/7), I had raged about this torture. But of course, they and the rest of world probably thought I slept in one everyday. I don't know, many I should, where's my How to Live as a Vampire handbook when I need it.

And the blood, oh Crowley, how long had it been since they last gave me some blood, in that plastic cup with the bendy straw. At this point, I was so thirsty that I'd even take anything from type AB positive to O negative. Or food, any food, even those sour cherry scones, they were nice. I couldn't take this much longer, What was there left to live for in this small dark space.

I was so tired.

No, I had to keep it together, I would get through this disaster. I was a Pitch, born and bred not to give up, to take control. And there was still one thing to live my terrible life for. One person. I closed my eyes and saw him.

Blue eyes. Bronze curls. Nothing could get to him, not even me. Simon Snow would be alive when I made it back to him. My Chosen one.

Strangely, I imagined him crying. The way he used to when we were second years. Yes I remembered that time well, and every another year I spend with Snow. I threw my handkerchief at him. It felt nice to see him holding something of mine, it had been my favorite one after that. Sad that I couldn't seem to find it under my pillow or my cupboard before heading home for the break. If only I could have found it.

Something that was a physical connection between my Chosen One and me, to my Simon.

On that last day I had seen Snow, I had been terrified, First I had gone out in search for my dinner in the woods, and who followed after me but Agatha. With her horrible pretty face that toke Snow away from me. I hated her guts.

But then Snow had come out as well, with Penny, as usual, so I decided to piss off Snow, his face had been priceless. But then he'd faded literally teleported away to the only thing that could kill him. What the hell happened to Snow?

When my family told me later that Snow had survived, I didn't think my heart could take it, after preparing myself for the news of his death. There had been tears, not that I would ever admit it.

Agatha liked me, and I lead her on that day in the hope they would break up. Only in my dreams did I want to believe Snow would break up with Agatha over me. Cause he loved me better. It was a sad wish, but it kept me going.

His voice was nothing special, he often couldn't find the words, that probably had something to do with why he's so bad at his spells. Can't spit them out in the first place. Honestly, I wondered how it felt to have that much power at my command. With my fluency, there would be nothing I couldn't do, maybe even just maybe i could have enough to make him love me in a way that lasted for longer than a few days.

Then I heard it. Simon's voice, as if he were right beside me. A whisper of precious words. Something I only wished he would actually be saying to me. Come back to me, Baz. When Simon actually managed to say something, I listened. But he was more likely to say something so sweet to Agatha, god damn Well-be-love.

Then I remember the feel of his magic, that flaming, licking fire that overcome him and drove him crazy, it hit me like a wave to heroin, it was my drug. Not that I let it show, ever. This time it was strong enough to feel real, like I was going to burn, this fire would kill me. Simon's fire, his flames. Consuming me down to my soul and toke me away.