A/N: Hi here I am again with a new story that I'm cowritting with authoress, Hope you'll like it and please review, I know I'm always complaining about the reviews but it is really a support when you get a lote of reviews.

What if in some twisted plotline Baltor wins and can strip the girls of their magic? They are all captured and he uses them as his personal servants. He wishes only one person close to him – Bloom – but will she give into his efforts?

Be mine

Chapter One

by Authoress and waterbendergirl

This was it. They had prepared for it the best they could – they had suffered hours of lessons with Griselda in defense, and Faragonda had even trained them – but now it was time. They were finally going to finish off Baltor forever. When he had fallen into the canyon, they had thought he was gone forever, but apparently he had found his way back, and was now facing them in the most horrible form he had ever shown himself in. He didn't even look human anymore – he was more of a demon.

Every doubt that Bloom ever had felt because of the fact she would have to kill another human being was gone. Now she knew that he was never actually human – he just hid his demonic appearance behind a human-like façade.

"So are you sure you want to do this? I'm undefeatable now." Even Baltor's voice had changed with his appearance. What once was a melodious, rich voice was now suitable for his appearance – demonic.

"Enchantix Ivy Wrap!" Flora shouted, crossing her arms together. A green light appeared, surrounding her and then making its way to Baltor, turning into branches and wrapping itself all over his body so he couldn't move a single muscle.

"All right, now I'm next!" Layla clapped her hands together and parted them slowly, revealing a light ball. "Enchantix Bolt!" she shouted, as she released the energy and directed it towards Baltor.

The impact of the blast made a mist appear, and as soon as it disappeared they found Baltor standing, not a single scratch on his body.

"No!" Flora said, while backing up a bit. "That didn't even affect him at all!"

"How could that be?" Layla asked.

Baltor just grinned and clapped his wings together, making a wind that sent Flora and Layla crashing into the wall. They landed with a loud thud on the floor.

Flora looked up to see a shadow standing over her. "You're going down, little fairy," she heard him say. Flora closed her eyes and held her hands above her head in defense for the impact, but nothing came. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Baltor lying on the ground.

"Bloom," he hissed, while pulling himself to his feet. Above, Flora hovered protectively over Bloom.

"Don't forget all of us," Stella said, as the other Winx girls joined their friend. "We're here, too." She joined hands with Tecna and Musa. After a reassuring look to her right and left, she bundled all her power together and shouted, "Enchantix… Convergence!" A light appeared from both Tecna's and Musa's hands, forming a protective shield. When the energy was at its peak, they let it go, and send it towards Baltor. Unfortunately, it didn't even faze him.

"Is that the best you can do?" he laughed. "Pathetic."

"I thought that was strong!" Stella said, a puzzled look written on her face.

"Don't worry about it, Stella," Bloom reassured her friend. "He's much stronger now as a beast instead of a wizard. I have an idea, but you have to trust me."

"Okay Baltor, this is the last time you're going to hurt any of my friends," she hissed. Bloom closed her eyes and searched in the depths of her soul for the origin of her Dragon Fire. When she found it, she let the power fill her entire essence. She felt it burn through her veins, as a glowing cold dust appeared all around her. A shining flame was burning in her chest, and with a loud shout she let it escape. The moment her essence had left her body, it fell to the floor – an empty shell without a soul. The other Winx girls gasped in shock when they saw the flame enter Baltor's body.

Seeing that he was too strong as he was now, she had to attack him in his human form. And somehow, some part of her brain knew that he was caged inside the body of the beast.

Bloom's flame materialized again when she was inside. The image that appeared before her was just horrifying. Baltor was chained in a cage, badly hurt. In some little part of her brain it affected her to see him like that, beaten up and weakened.

"It's over," Bloom said through grit teeth as she tried to keep her voice strong and brave now that the end for him was really here.

"Fine. Just get it over with," he whispered, his voice heavy with defeat.

Bloom could feel her heart drop to her feet. This wasn't right – she couldn't bring herself to kill him. Although it would be the best in favor of the world, she couldn't bring herself to give the final shot. Her whole mind screamed not to, but still she approached him.

"What have they done to you?" she asked, as she took a few steps in his direction. When he didn't reply, she took it as a sign to come closer. She knelt down so she was at eye level with him. As she hesitantly outstretched her hand, she was taken back by Baltor's reaction.

He jerked his head the other way. "Don't pity me," he hissed through his teeth.

"I'm not pitying you!" she shouted in response. When she'd finally calmed down a bit, she added, "I just don't think it's fair to fight you when you're all chained up." She prayed he wouldn't detect the lies that were hidden in her answer.

A loud humph escaped Baltor's mouth as he tried to put his arms protectively around his midsection, but the chains wouldn't allow it. It was as if the pain was radiating from his body. Her decision was made – the Winx Club were trained to help victims, and he was a victim now.

She rubbed her hands together, making them glow. When they had reached the perfect temperature, she laid them on his chains. The metal immediately melted under her grip.

The chains fell from his wrist to reveal bruised and bloodied wounds. She reached for them to check how bad his wounds were, but suddenly he yanked his wrist from her grasp and grabbed her throat.

"Wrong thing to do," he whispered in her ear, before he used all his power to throw her off of him, making her soul disappear from his body.

Bloom gasped for breath as she found herself back in her own body. As her eyes fluttered open, she saw Sky leaning over her. "Are you…"

Okay, he was going to say. But he couldn't even finish his question as he was thrown against the wall.

She looked around to see all her friends lying on the floor. Suddenly, she was pushed against the wall in the same hard grip.

"This position seems familiar," he smirked tightening his grasp on her throat and nearly cutting off her supply of oxygen altogether. She desperately tried to pry his hands off her throat, but it didn't seem to work. "There's just one main difference – now what could that be?"

"See, now you might think it's not right to fight people in a weakened condition," he said, as he let his other hand roam her body. "Unfortunately, I don't think that way."

"Still, you could come in handy, if you agreed to join my side," he whispered, as his hands reached the swell of her breasts, indicating exactly what he wanted from her.

"Never," she managed to croak out.

"Wrong answer." With that, he hit her hard in the stomach with a power bolt, making her already weakened body go limp in his arms. Quickly, he looped his arm around her waist, pressing her flush against his body. He caressed her lips with his thumb, parting them slightly.

"You're already mine," he whispered to her unconscious body, before he let his lips cover hers. Just a quick taste, he told himself. And she tasted very good indeed – like honey and cinnamon. After a moment, Baltor pulled back, a smile adorning his face.

"You taste so sweet, my little firefly."

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