A/N: Let me just say sorry in advance. Sorry! Ave atque vale Simon.

Simon POV

Simon had felt his heart ache when Baz had left him the other night claiming he was too thirsty to just lie there with the mage's heir, but it was nothing compared to how he felt now. Crowley it hurt… This awful, awful pain. The distance. Distance to Simon was one of the most horrible barriers. He had heard that long distance relationships didn't really work, and he knew it wasn't that you didn't see the person, it was the fact that it felt like the barrier was impenetrable, the distance, and there as nothing you could do about it. And that was how Simon felt now.

To a point. He also knew though, that this was his fault. He had left Baz. No he couldn't think like that. This was the humdrum's fault. All the humdrum. He looked around. It was beautiful here. The woods. He knew he shouldn't be here at night, and it seemed silly to stay around the school, but to stay too far away Simon was sure would kill him. It was then he heard it. A rustling. He had mere minutes to grab his sword before they pounced.

Baz POV

Baz felt sick. He had been re-reading the letter for so long. How could Simon do this? He had searched the whole grounds. Twice. Got a beating from the mage, literally. Penny had gotten very angry at the mage for that, but by the time she saw the bruises and the cuts, it was already done. It didn't help, no pain, he felt dead. Well, more dead than usual. And thirsty. Crowley he was so thirsty. He hated the distance. Now I know why long distance relationships don't work he thought with an emotionless smirk. It was crushing, claustrophobic and empty at the same time. Penelope wouldn't leave him alone either. She had decided to sleep in his dorm with him, which had made him snap.

"Look, I just don't want you to be alone Baz, not since… he left ok? I'm staying here whether you like it or not."

That had been fine. He could deal with her company. Sure it meant he couldn't just curl into himself with a shirt of… his… and just cry, but he could deal with it. It was what happened next that he couldn't deal with.

In one swift moment Penelope dumped her stuff into the centre of Si- his bed. Gripping his shoulders, he threw her away from (Oh for Crowley's sake Simon! Ok? It was Simon's! Not saying his name won't make it better, get a grip Pitch!) Simon's bed, literally threw her. He was lucky she landed on a bean bag- Simon hated it, they had put it in the corner because (a) he couldn't stand it and (b) because Baz wouldn't get rid of it. He loved to see Simon annoyed. She had looked at him confused, cocking her head to the side and studying him. Trying to appear calm, but Baz had been sure she was mentally counting to ten.

"Baz are you ok? Y-you're shaking…" She said. Her voice shaking a bit. He took a deep breath he didn't need.

"Don't. Touch. His. Stuff." He growled. Crowley he was thirsty. He was so thirsty and here she was, a warm source of food just waiting to be… He stopped himself. Penny was a friend! Not food! He felt his hands make fists at his sides.

"Baz calm down you're hungry you just need to-"

"No! I didn't drink when Simon was around and I won't drink when he's not!" He shouted at her.

"Baz you need to. You must have drunk when Simon was around or you'd be dead." She reasoned. He could hear the unspoken question. She knew Baz didn't lie about things like that. How did you survive? He ignored it. That was between him and Simon.

"I am dead." He said, laughing hollowly. She winced at her mistake.

"Baz if you don't go out and find blood I will cut my wrist right here." She threatened. Now it was his turn to wince. His self-control practically went out the window when he was around a food source and he was hungry. It had been that way the other night when Simon had asked him to stay and he couldn't. He knew now that if Penny cut herself he wouldn't be able to stop himself, and that wouldn't be pretty.

"Alright! Alright. There are some woods just inside the school wards, I'll hunt there alright?" She nodded, and he left without another word.

And that brought him to now. Walking to the woods dreading the impending hunt. It could be worse, he could bump into some of the other vampires. He shivered. Bloodsucking murderers. Baz had had a theory a while ago that the Vampire race had been enslaved or were simply working in league with the humdrum, because they always seemed to know a lot more about Simon and Baz than he would have liked. It was as if there was someone watching them. Whether it was the vampires or some other race Baz didn't know, but the vampires were definitely well informed about them. He jumped. What was that noise? He moved forward silently. Closing his eyes and listening. He heard it again. The whistle of steel. Someone was being attacked.

He did debate for about half a second about leaving whoever it was to fend off whatever it was themselves, but, from what Baz found, a battle usually meant blood, and that was something Baz needed right now. He ran toward the noise.

Simon POV

Vampires. Ok, ok, this is a bit of a problem, Simon thought. One vampire? That's fine. If Baz was anything to go off, you could defeat one vampire with a mint aero bar, but Simon highly doubted that this pack were chocolate fans. He cursed as another one lunged towards him. He couldn't hold of this many. There was so many, more than he could count, and he didn't have good enough magic to cast a strong enough spell. Baz had always been the spell caster between them, which was ironic because most of the time he prepared to just use his strength, of in more desperate circumstances, his fangs. Simon wouldn't lie, he looked pretty damn scary like that. He slashed at another one of them, and it staggered back. That was when everything went to hell. He felt it before he saw it, hands grabbing around him, holding him in place. A vampire behind him. He shuddered. This was it. They'd kill him for trespassing at night. This was not good. He couldn't die, not without seeing Baz again. Not without seeing him smirk or telling him how stupid he was and- Shut up Snow! He told himself. He would get out of this. He had to.

"What are you doing here little mage's heir? And so alone too. I've heard that that roommate of yours likes the taste of your blood. I wonder what all the fuss is about…" The vampire behind him murmured into his ear. His stomach churned. Disgusting he thought. See, one can only be turned into a vampire if the venom of the vampire and the blood of the human is mixed. The venom is excreted by the vampire fangs, and in large doses can kill an opponent almost instantly. It's the venom that causes the change, but no doubt about it, having someone drink you blood is apparently not a very nice experience.

"Leave me alone. Let me go you monster. You won't like to see my magic when I get angry." He tried threatening. It was a complete bluff, and Simon was sure the vampire knew it. How did he know? Well, when the fangs grazed his neck of course.

Baz POV

Simon. His Simon. Standing not 2 feet away from him past the trees.

Baz thought he had got there too late. He could see Armand's fangs dangerously close to Simon's neck. His Simon. He forgot about his thirst immediately. He had to stop this now. He felt the anger building. He ran out. Standing in front of Armand and Simon. Snarling dangerously.

"Don't you dare touch him." He snarled. Baz could see Simon staring at him, his eyes swimming with tears, probably taking in how bad Baz looked. There was so much love there that Baz felt his heart ache in longing. He looked away. Armand laughed.

"Ah Basilton perfect timing as always! Wouldn't want you to miss the party! And Baz you should know by now, that you can't stop me." He winked. The bastard. Baz felt arms holding him back. He struggled. How were they holding him back? One vampire? Baz knew that wouldn't be enough to retrain him. What in merlin's name was going on?

"NO! LET HIM GO! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TOUCH HIM!" Baz shouted. He felt a knife against his throat. Yes end it. End it all. He thought. Don't make me watch this. Don't make me watch please.

It was then that he saw Simon's eyes, and his heart turned ever colder. Simon wasn't looking at him, but past him, clearly at however was holding him.

"Baz. Don't. Move. Please." He whispered, but Baz heard it. It was as if Simon could read his mind as if whirled trying to come up with a way out. Then the figure holding him spoke.

"Get on with it Armand. Turn him." Baz only froze for a second. It was the humdrum holding him. Before he struggled against him again.

"NO! DON'T YOU DARE! ARMAND PLEASE PLEASE DON'T DO THIS! I LOVE HIM!" He was sobbing now. Even if they only turned Simon, the darkness would swallow him up. It could crush everything he loved about the boy, and the agony…. Oh the agony… He held his breath as he saw Armand freeze. Had he struck a nerve?

"Sir… The love… I…" What? Baz thought

"You will do this Armand. Regardless of the danger. Little Mages heir. Don't struggle. I have your love here." Neither of the boys tore their eyes away from each other. Simon spoke first.

"Please. Please Armand. I won't run. Just let me go to him." He whispered. Baz was sure the humdrum hadn't heard.

"Armand, Master please, just give them a few minutes. Show some mercy." Pleaded a young vampire in the crowd. A few others murmured in agreement. Baz recognised her. Amelia. Or Amy. Oh please Amy… I can never owe you more. He didn't see the humdrum agree, but he was thrown to the ground. Simon was beside him in a few seconds. They kissed in desperation. Baz felt Simon's tears on his face.

"Baz I'm going to be ok… I'm going to be fine. We'll be ok…"

"Why did you leave me?" Baz sobbed.

"Please Baz we don't have a lot of time. I did it to protect you. Please I love you so so much. I couldn't put you in danger."

"And I can't watch you die." Whispered Baz. They kissed again. Holding each other close.

"Don't go. Don't go please. Just run. Come with me. We-"Simon stopped him.

"Baz I'm sorry. But you know they'll catch us. You don' have to watch, you should go."

"I'm not leaving you." They were shaking. Baz felt like he might break.

"I love you. Crowley I love you this shouldn't be happening…" Baz said angrily.

"I love you too. Just don't do anything stupid. It's going to be ok." They kissed, but it was over too soon as they were ripped apart. Baz felt Armand's eyes on him, with was that pity? And something else. Something else he couldn't read. He watched as Armand spoke to Simon,

"Just stay still Simon ok? The more you move the more it'll hurt. You have to stay still."

Simon nodded. He was watching Baz all the while. Mouthing 'everything is ok' and 'I love you' as he did. Baz was shaking.

"I don't want to do this… I'm so sorry Simon. Close your eyes ok?"

"You're not just turning me are you?" Simon whispered.

"No. Close your eyes ok? Close your eyes and think of him. I'll be as gentle as I can. Like falling asleep. Just try not to focus on the agony."

Simon took a shuddering breath.

"I love you Baz, don't ever forget that. I will always be with you. I love you. Everything is going to be ok. I love you more than life itself." Baz choked on his sob. Get a grip Pitch!

"I love you too Simon. Just remember us, it'll be quicker than falling asleep. No more pain. No more fighting. It's ok now. I love you little mage's heir. My mages heir." Simon closed his eyes as more tears fell. He opened them again.

"I'm ready Armand."

"I'm sorry Simon."

And then he sank his fangs into Baz's love, Simon never once tearing his eyes away from Baz's, and mouthing 'I love you' before the pain took over. Baz struggled against the humdrum who was laughing loudly and eventually let Baz go as Simon writhed on the ground. The humdrum vanished, and Baz was glad. He was by his lover's side in an instant.

"Simon, Simon love it's ok, it's ok, you're gonna be ok…" He said. Armand was by Simon's other side.

"Simon think of Baz, Baz you think of him. Both of you lose yourselves in the other. You're gonna be alright Simon, it'll be over soon, it'll be over soon. I'm so sorry." He buried his face in his hands. Baz didn't even look at him. He was completely fixated on Simon. He felt Simon's hand on his. Memories rushed through his mind. The aero bars, the stolen kisses, the close calls, the deadly battles, the fire, everything. Everything he loved about Simon, everything passed through him like electricity. He saw Simon's eyes close.

"It's ok love… Just go to sleep. Just go to sleep. It's alright now. I love you." He held Simon close.

"I love you too." He heard Simon breathe. Then at last, he was still. Baz couldn't move. It was too much. He was frozen. The world stopped.

"Goodnight my love." He whispered.

A/N: I may have cried… Just a little. Ok Ok do you hate me? I can update sooner if you tell me to. No I'm joking, I'm not going to demand reviews, but they do make my day. I promise I won't leave you guys hanging too long. Wasn't that sad though?