A/N I'M SORRY! I'm back now! Thank you, maca101, for reviewing meme!
Simon
I don't quite understand Baz's reaction to that statement. I wake up and announce that I am hungry - I am, I'm hungry, so hungry - and he stares at me for a second. Then he hugs me, hard.
"Baz?" It isn't unusual for me to be hungry when I wake up - I'm not normally this hungry though. But this doesn't seem like a normal day; Baz doesn't feel as cold has he usually does, in fact, he feels almost as warm as Penny. "Baz, what're you doing?"
His voice is choked, which makes me think he's crying. That's ridiculous. Baz has only cried once, the first time I kissed him. "You're - not dead."
This day gets weirder and weirder. I take a deep breath to respond to him - and smell something outside the door. It's like... bacon and eggs, the bacon crispy and slightly overcooked. Mmm...
I've stood up and started moving towards the door almost before consciously deciding to. Baz hits the floor behind me with a slight thud - I must have knocked him over. I don't ponder how I managed to do that when he's so much stronger than me: as captivated by this food smell as I am, I barely even notice the noise.
The door swings open as I reach it, without me needing to turn the handle or pull. I disregard this too.
Penny is in the corridor outside, and the smell of food is coming from her. Is she bringing me breakfast? And what's she doing here? She looks into my face and gasps, her expression changing to fear, and she starts backing away from me; I follow her. The delicious, foody smell gets stronger, and there's a tang of something sweet mingling with it. I reach out one arm to grab her wrist and she shies away, but not out of my reach and then -
Someone tackles me from behind. As I land, face first, on the floor, I hear Baz's voice address Penny.
"He didn't hurt you, did he?"
What is he talking about? I only wanted to... to... she smells like food, and I'm so hungry...
"I - I'm fine -" I hear Penny reply, and I have to get to her and I'm starving, and I start trying to reach her again.
Baz gives a startled exclamation as I begin writhing beneath him, then he yells at Penny again. "Get out of here! Go! Simon, Simon stop - "
I hear a door slam and feel a burst of anger, Baz goes flying off of me and hits the wall; I'm on my feet in an instant, diving for the door.
He meets me in mid air, deflecting me, and we both of us smash through the window and land amid a scattering of broken glass on the green ground. I can't smell Penny anymore, and my newfound strength seems to leave me as Baz pulls me to my feet and starts dragging me towards the trees.
"Baz, get off..." my voice sounds thick for some reason, but I'm too hungry to pay much attention to it.
He ignores me, not letting go until we've walked further into the forest than I've ever been before. Then he shoves me none to gently to the side and raises his wand.
"Doe, a deer."
A white speckled buck enters the clearing, and before I know what I've done, I've thrown myself at it, buried my face in its neck, and something warm, sweet, and yet slightly salty fills my mouth.
The deer sags when I release it, crumbling to the floor like a deflated balloon; I can think clearly again and look at Baz, shock on my face.
"I'm... I'm a vampire?"
He rolls his eyes, which are still slightly damp. "Figured it out, have you? I turned you about a week ago."
And it comes rushing back to me. The films. Mordelia. The silver dagger in my stomach. The pain.
Baz
He hasn't started shouting at me yet. He will, eventually, but he still seems to be digesting the news. (That's not all he's digesting. Although a lot of the blood has splattered over his shirt. I don't think he's noticed.) He keeps coming back to one point.
"I just tried to eat Penny. Oh, fuck, Baz, what am I meant to say to her now?"
I groan. I haven't yet told him that his magic seems to be back: he's having a hard enough time as it is. "You say sorry."
I wrap my hand around his tail and tug it gently. He still seems to be Simon - my Simon - so I don't think the transformation changed that much about him. Apart from the obvious, that is.
We stop in the kitchen on our way back upstairs to raid the fridge. Simon grabs a biscuit and rams it hungrily into his mouth.
"I just... uh, ate a deer. How am I still hungry?" He looks at me like I'm supposed to know the answer. I don't, not really.
"We still have to eat solid food, Simon. You knew that."
"Yeah, but..." he tries to formulate an argument as we head back to my room, but stops when he sees the broken window. (I pushed him out of that. I could have hurt him.) (But I didn't. And he was going to hurt Penny.) (But still...)"Did - did we do that?" He pokes his head through the gap and looks down at the glass studded lawn. There are deep furrows in it where I had to drag him.
"No, it was the faerys," I reply, and he shoots a withering look at me.
Then I open the door and he smells Penny again; his face drops.
"Go say sorry," I urge, and he steps through.
"Penny, I'm really so-" he starts, but gets no further. There is a thud, a scream, and another thud as Penny throws herself at him.
A/N Tadaa!
~Fi
