Penny sat in bed, eyes wide open. She was tired, but could still feel adrenaline in her blood. How could someone have gotten into her apartment? They couldn't have just strolled in, she had spells against that! Actually, she had spells against any evil. And that man couldn't have been a vampire, because no one invited him in. Unless... Penny shook her head. Why would Agatha invite a vampire in? She was stupid, but not that stupid. Penny sighed and rolled over onto her side, finally starting to fall asleep. Outside, two bright, red dots shone from out of a bush. The next morning was... uneventful. Penny got up like always and made coffee, showered, and ate breakfast. Though, as she went through her usual routine, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being followed.
Baz stood in the snow, staring at the dark sky. His breath barely plumed out in front of him. A small crunching alerted him. He was here. Baz smirked to himself. He turned and faced him. Nicodemus was standing before him, wearing a large, black coat. Baz smirked again, this time a bit more like a vampire. Nicodemus did the same.
"So" said Baz, casually putting his hands in his pockets. He pulled out a piece of paper, cramped writing taking up most of the center. He held it up in front of them before suddenly lighting it on fire. Nicodemus yelped and jumped back, landing in the snow. Baz lunged after him, grabbing him by the front of his shirt.
"You want me to join you and your lackeys? Your cult?" He hissed in his face, fangs bared. Nicodemus choked a few times before Baz finally let go of him.
"Think about it" he wheezed, rubbing his throat. "All the power you could imagine. You could live forever, and nobody would stop you from doing whatever you wanted. You could even bring that Snow child along with you. I would personally turn him mysel-!" Nicodemus was cut off by a kick to his stomach. Baz kneeled before him, grabbing the front of his shirt again. His pupils were mere pinpricks in his budging eyes.
"Don't you ever even think about touching Simon. Agatha is a different story. The only reason that I'm helping her is because of Simon" he hissed again, shoving Nicodemus into the ground before standing and turning.
"You don't understand!" Called Nicodemus from behind him. Anger flared in his mind. He whirled quickly, giving Nicodemus another hard kick.
"No! You don't understand! Simon changed me! I'm not one of you anymore!" Baz yelled, sparks flying off of his body.
"You are though. You could kill me now, but you aren't. You're leaving poor little Agatha to die. You have just as much blood on your hands as I do. The difference is, power. You have so much more than I do, you just don't realize it. You could be our king" he laughed. Baz glared, his entire body shaking. Slowly, Nicodemus pulled up his shirt sleeve, showing a pentagram with two points and four wings. Baz visibly shuddered and moved away, turning and trudging back to his house. When he got back inside, he changed his wet shirt. Under it, on the underside of his forearm, was a blood red pentagram with four wings and two points on the bottom.
Simon woke up, gazing through the darkness. He saw something moving...
"Baz?" He croaked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, reaching for his lamp. Baz panicked, his mark still fully visible. His wand was at least 15-ft away, and he didn't have a shirt on. The light clicked on, and Baz stood, like a deer caught in the headlights. He turned his arm quickly, hiding it from sight. He held up his other arm in front of his eyes, wincing in the sudden light.
"Christ Snow, what?" He asked, trying to sound surprised rather than scared. Simon didn't buy it.
"Baz" he said, stronger this time, more awake. "What's wrong?"
Baz grimaced. He hated how Simon could always see right through him. He had worked to make himself unreadable, but no matter what he did, Simon could read him like an open book.
"Nothing, go back to sleep" he said, turning his face to the side. He hated people seeing him shirtless. He was so pale, like a blank sheet of paper. Simon, on the other hand, loved seeing Baz shirtless. Simon rubbed his eyes, standing, taking Baz's hands. Baz sucked in a breath, praying that Simon didn't notice the red circle on his arm, just begging to be looked at. Instead, Simon looked at Baz, concerned. He gave Baz a kiss on his nose and pulled lightly on his arms, trying to pull him towards their bed. He knew that Baz wouldn't talk. He was fiercely stubborn sometimes.
Baz took a step forward and pulled his hands back. Simon looked at him with large, shining puppy dog eyes. Baz smiled and turned, pulling on a shirt and jumping over Simon onto the bed, landing lightly. He leaned over and kissed Simon on the forehead. Simon leaned and turned off the lamp, grinning.
A/N: Hey guys, sorry I didn't post yesterday. Here's another short but informative chapter. Something else I wanted to say is that, when I'm writing this, it's the 2nd of December. Since December has started, I've gotten 56 views and 3 follows. This makes me so insanely happy, especially since I never thought I was good at writing. I always thought I was god-awful at it until one of my teachers from a few years ago told my class how great an essay I wrote was, about how emotional it was. That's when I realized that I had a passion for writing. I'm not meaning to claim that I'm some amazing writer, I'm not, but I do think I'm good, and one day. Maybe even great. Thank you so, so much guys.
