"Aaaah. Aaaaah! AAAAAH!" Yelled Baz, starting to panic. They were gone. His fangs were just... Gone! "Simon!" He called out. Simon ran up the stairs a moment later, crouching beside him.

"What's wrong?" He asked shakily. Baz opened his mouth. Simon, once again, gasped and took a step back.

"They're gone! They're gone and I'm gonna die" whispered Baz to himself. Simon, blinking, grabbed his face firmly.

"Listen. Listen to me! You aren't going to die. We can fix this, okay?"
Baz had tears glistening in his eyes, but blinked them away. He closed his mouth and nodded. Simon hugged him as hard as he could, making Baz cough a bit and wince. Simon quickly let him go and they laughed tensely.

"Okay, so, shall we go question that guy?" Asked Baz, accepting Simons hand up.

"Actually, funny thing, he doesn't have a tongue" explained Simon. Baz looked at him, bewildered.

"So, just yes or no questions then?"

"That's what I said!"
The two descended the stairs, each trying desperately to hide their worry. Baz was trying to keep from making Simon panic, and Simon was trying to keep from panicking. They entered the room and watched the boy watch them.

"So" said Baz, crouching in front of the chair. "Can you write?"
The boy nodded eagerly before remembering his hands were tied. He wiggled them a little.

"Good. Next question. Did Nicodemus send you?"
He nodded again, somewhat more hesitantly than before.
"Are you lying?"
He shook his head quickly.
"Are you sure?"
Nod.

"Okay. Well, final question for now. Is there a cure to this poison that I've been infected with?"
The boy didn't move. Baz glared menacingly, raising a lip. With a sigh, the boy ever-so-slowly shrugged his shoulders. Baz exhaled quickly and angrily.
"How do you not know?" He growled. Simon's stomach tensed, knowing Baz may accidentally catch something on fire...again. He took a deep breath and stepped back, putting his hands on his eyes.

"Okay" he said, slightly more calm than before.
"You work for Nicodemus, yes? Okay, good. So who the hell is this Morgana?"
At the mention of her name, the boy's eyes widened in fear. He grunted and shook his head vigorously.

"Well, that was some reaction for someone you don't know" pointed out Baz innocently. The boy shook his head again furiously.

"Do you know where I can find her?" He asked, glowering at the boy. He, scared out of his wits, gave a strange, strangled sound from the back of his throat. He lashed around violently, as if trying to break free. Baz and Simon stepped back, watching the boy struggle. The ropes started tearing his skin, rubbing it red and raw. Blood rose to the surface of his skin, making Baz's head pound. The smell of warm blood was about ready to make him lose it. Until he remembered he no longer had fangs. The thought made him feel strange, empty. Baz heard a snap and glanced up, wincing. The boy had struggled so hard to the point where his wrist was bent at an odd angle. That didn't seem to stop him though, seeing that he still kicked about.
"Stop!" cried Simon next to him. Baz shivered, feeling Simons magic for the first time in years. The boy stopped instantly, joints locking and back arching violently. Finally he slumped back in his chair, breathing hard.
"Are you done?" Baz asked calmly. The boy nodded slowly, eyelids drooping. Both Simon and Baz fell forward to examine the injured wrist. It was purple and swollen, still bent awkwardly.
"Okay, this might hurt a bit..." Said Baz, grabbing the boy's hands in both of his. He quickly snapped it back in place. Simon winced at the crunching noise he heard, but calmed when he heard the boy sigh in relief. Baz stepped back, staring at the blood now splattered across his hands. They shook violently as his pupils shrunk and grew rapidly. Simon placed his hand on Baz's back. Baz immediately turned to a bin they had tucked into the corner and retched. His hair stood on end and he started sweating. With a few final, spluttering coughs, Baz stood. He was much paler than Simon had seen him in weeks, his skin taking a green tinge. He shook violently and looked about ready to fall over. Which is exactly what he did.
'Dammit Baz, don't pass out. Don't pass out. Don't pass- shit' he thought to himself as darkness filled his vision.

"Baz!" Cried Simon, watching the love of his life pitch to the left suddenly. Simon lunged forward, just barely catching him in time. Simon picked up Baz easily. He was significantly lighter than whatever could be considered healthy. When was the last time Baz had been able to really feed? It had to have been a while. At least a week. How he had held together so well, Simon had no clue.

"Okay, Penny. We need to get to Penny" he mumbled to himself. The boy watched on, unable to say anything, as Simon ran up the stairs. A moment later a door opened and slammed shut again, followed closely by a car starting. The boy sighed. This would be a long night.
~0~0~0~
Simon charged into Penny's apartment, face numb. Penny, who had been typing furiously on an old laptop, jumped back, raising the hand with her ring protectively. She quickly lowered it, standing when she saw Simon. Noticing Baz cradled in his arms, she instantly knew something was wrong.

"Pen," panted Simon, trying to catch his breath. "He, his, he's..." He tried to start over and over again. He took a breath and swallowed.
"His fangs are gone and he hasn't properly fed in a long time. I-I'm not sure for how long" he sighed, looking at Baz in a mix of worry and pain. How had he not seen this? He should've at least noticed Baz's odd behavior in the past week, which now seemed painfully obvious.

"Okay, bring him here" said Penny in a firm tone. Simon carefully set Baz on her couch, but sat next to him on the floor, not daring to let go of his cold hands. He watched in silence as Penny examined Baz's body. Finally, she waved a hand over him, muttering some incantations. A shimmering purple glow settled over him and a bit of color returned to his face. Simon breathed a sigh of relief when Baz's hand squeezed his. Penny sat down next to Simon, looking at the pair with concern.

"Okay, so he is clearly malnourished. And, as you said, his fangs are just...gone" she added, a bit of wonder in her voice. Simon sighed, knowing that she was expecting answers.

"I was kidnapped a while ago by Nicodemus" he began, ignoring Penny's gasp. "Baz came and got me, but he got poisoned. It was by some witch named Morgana. Sh-she used necromancy on Baz" he finished, forcing all emotions out of his voice as his heart clenched.

"Simon" started Penny after a moment. "I need to tell you something. Actually, a few things"
Simon looked up, questions in his eyes.
"So, I did a bit of digging around for that cult that attacked us, and I found out that Baz was their king" she said slowly, watching Simons face closely. She was shocked when he just nodded.

"I know. He told me. But that was a long time ago, and he isn't one of them anymore" he said, clearly stating that there was no room for argument. Penny nodded.

"Yeah, and the other thing. You said the witch who poisoned Baz is named Morgana? Well, there's only one witch who's named Morgana and is powerful enough to preform necromancy..."
Simons head snapped up.

"Penny, do you know who she is?"

"Yes, and she works at Watford"

A/N: Ooh, actual plot! Yay! Sorry this has taken so long. I've been sick, so I've been sleeping a lot. I've also been completely addicted to this other fan fiction that I found and haven't been able to set it down. And OMFG guys, we did it! We've cracked 1,000 views! Yay! As I'm writing this, I think it's at about 1,260. Thank you so much guys, and I'll try to start updating more. This is really helping me right now. A lot of my friends have started ignoring me lately, along with other things like stupid crushes. Sorry, this isn't therapy. Please review or send me a PM, and if you have any life advice, that would be very welcome. Thanks all so much