A/N: It has been a long time since I posted a new story , it took me some time to came up with a new storyline but I think this one will appeal to everyone, at least I hope so. My next chapter of sleeping with the
enemy is almost finished, I always have the ideas ready, but I think it is sometimes hard to put them in a fluid text. So once again I hope you will enjoy this story and if you have any ideas or comments you
can always post them.

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PS: special thanks to Authoress who helped me (again) with me grammar

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Memoryloss

Chapter 1

by waterbendergirl

The halls of Cloud Tower were empty, just like its classrooms, seeing as the witches were all in deep sleep on their bed, not strong enough to awake themselves from the strong hypnosis the dark wizard had put on them. The Trix were nowhere to be found – apparently, they had decided to go to Magix to find themselves some new victims. Only one man was awake in Cloud Tower.

Baltor paced back and forth across the floor, clearly lost in his thoughts. He had to find a way to become even more powerful then he already was. After hours of searching, he finally came up with the perfect plan. If he could just join powers with Bloom, all his troubles would go away. But there would always be the chance that she would turn against him. So he thought further and came with another solution: a child, an heir to their power. If he and Bloom produced a child it would be more powerful than either of them. And a child would never turn its back on his father, so he would be safe.

Then came another problem: how to make Bloom do it. He searched all the books and scrolls that were available in Cloud Tower, looking for an answer. Unfortunately, the best he found was a binding love spell. That meant that Bloom would be bound to him forever, but under the spell they couldn't have a child, because to produce such a strong magical child it had to be made of pure love between both parents, so therefore it wouldn't work if the love was only there because of a spell.

Suddenly it hit him, the only way Bloom would ever submit to him was if she didn't know his past. He had to erase her memory – he had to make her forget all the bad things he had done. Make her believe that he was the good guy and her friends the enemy. That was his only option.

Baltor smirked. He couldn't believe what a genius he was.

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"Damn it – where is that lip gloss?" Bloom cursed under her breath. Being a girl meant sharing your makeup and clothes, but everyone knew it was not wise to share with Stella. "Stella, where did you put the strawberry lipstick?" Bloom shouted, popping her head out of her room.

Stella was lying lazily on the couch in her room, painting her fingernails, but when she heard Bloom's angry voice she shot up. "Um…" she started, scratching her head. "Didn't I give it back to you already?"

"Stella!" Bloom wailed. "You lost it, didn't you?"

"No, I just accidentally misplaced it," she said, shooting Bloom her biggest smile.

"That's the last time I let you borrow something," Bloom said, pointing a warning finger at Stella.

"They say that every time," Stella smiled to herself, as she saw Bloom go back into her room.

"Now where was I?" Bloom sighed, as she re-entered her room. Sky would be here in ten minutes to pick her up, and she was still in her underwear. She hastily grabbed something out of her closet and pulled it on without even checking to make sure it matched. Then she went to the bathroom to take her rollers out. Checking herself one last time in the mirror to see if her makeup was in place, Bloom combed her fingers through her hair, separating the soft curls. Suddenly she saw something moving in the reflection of her mirror. She whirled around and reentered her room.

"Stella, is that you?" she called out.

"Guess again," a deep, melodious voice sounded through the room. Not a second later he appeared from behind her dresser.

"Baltor…" she hissed. "What are you doing here?" she asked, but when she spotted the knife in his hand she knew what his intentions were. "Trying to kill us again?"

"Did I ever try?" he smirked.

"Let's go Enchantix!" Bloom shouted. A cloud of sparkly fairy dust surrounded her, and when the mist disappeared she was standing in her glittery Enchantix outfit. "Let's play," she said, shooting a fireball in his direction. He dodged it quickly, so the fireball hit her wall instead of him, leaving a burn mark on her wallpaper.

"What's going on in here?" the girls asked, as the door flew open. Layla and Musa came in when they heard a loud noise coming from Bloom's bedroom. They and Stella rushed in only to discover Baltor.

"Baltor," Bloom spat. "Let's go!" Musa, Stella and Layla also transformed into their Enchantix, and they flew together out of the window into the open air.

"I'll ask you one last time, Baltor – what are you doing here?" Bloom asked. When he didn't answer, she let her anger get the best of her and flew straight at him. "Dragon Fury!" A miniature fire dragon appeared in her hand, but as she outstretched her arm, ready to strike him, he simply caught her wrist. The fire disappeared into thin air and Baltor turned her around, pressing her back against his chest. With one hand he kept her arm bend behind her, while he lifted his other to show the girls his knife.

"Let go of Bloom, bastard," Layla spat, killing him with her gaze.

"What do you want with us?" Stella asked.

"What I always want," he smirked dangerously, letting his knife slide from Bloom's throat to her stomach. "You out of the way." Then he plunged his knife into Bloom's stomach. She let out a scream as the blade pierced her skin, blood flowing from the wound, tainting her Enchantix outfit a deep red. But Baltor didn't pull it out; instead, he twisted it and pushed it in even harder, Bloom couldn't bare the pain anymore and lost consciousness.

A golden light surrounded Bloom, but it was slowly fading away as it flew into Baltor's knife until the color was completely drained from Bloom's body. Little did the others know that it wasn't meant to kill her. He had used it only to drain her powers, storing them inside the knife until he needed them.

The Winx watched in agony as their friend's body fell to the floor at Baltor's feet. Baltor nudged the body with his foot. She looked dead to them, but she was definitely still alive. "One down, five to go," he smiled evilly at them.

With a quick motion of his hand, a thick curtain of smoke appeared. The girls couldn't see through it, so they flew the smoke, waiting until it disappeared. When the mist finally lifted, they could make out the shape of a body. Stella immediately rushed to Bloom's side, pulling her head into her lap. Layla grabbed her arm, trying to find a pulse… but she couldn't. Their friend was dead.

-oOo-

Baltor reappeared in Cloud Tower carrying an unconscious Bloom in his arms. He had had to work incredibly fast to switch Bloom with the dead Fata Morgana he had created earlier to make the girls believe that Bloom was really dead. Now the hard part was over – but the even trickier part was still to come.

He shoved the scrolls and books off his desk and placed Bloom on it. Her pulse was growing weaker by the second. The wound looked pretty bad, but his Dragon Fire could heal it easily. He covered her wound with his hand and quickly mumbled a healing spell, making the wound close.

He had Bloom here – now he had to make her forget. Positioning himself behind her, he placed his hands on either side of her head, keeping them 2 cm away from her skin. "Memoria," he whispered, and slowly, her memories came flashing by. But Baltor wasn't interesting in watching the show: he had to find the one when she first had discovered magic. If he destroyed that one, all the others would follow suit.

Baltor stood deadly still for more than three hours, letting all of Bloom's memories fly by, until he finally founded the one he needed.

It was a beautiful day at the park. Bloom was sitting against a trunk eating her apple, until her pet rabbit Kiko came running towards her.

"What? Did you see any of those scary squirrels again?" Bloom joked. But the rabbit kept on screaming. "Okay, okay," she sighed, standing up and tossing her apple to the side. "I'll come look."

She followed behind him until he came to a halt in an open clearing. Noticing some people talking, she ducked behind a tree.

"Back off, little creeps!" a blond-haired girl shouted. She was wearing a glittery orange outfit, with shimmering blue wings on her back. Little red monsters were attacking her from every angle, and she desperately tried to keep them at bay, using the scepter she was holding in her hand.

She held out her hand and shouted, "Rising sunburst!" Bloom couldn't believe her eyes; the monster just disappeared into thin air.

"Wow," Bloom whispered. "We can't both be seeing things, can we?" Bloom asked Kiko.

"Solar wind blast!" the blond one shouted, and another monster disappeared. One of the little monsters was flown back, but caught by what appeared to be a big hairy yellow monster coming out of the shadows.

"News flash, Mister Hideous," the blond snarled, "The power of Solaria is so gonna flatten you." That only made the monster angrier, and it started to run towards her, shouting.

"You're the one who's going to get flattened!" he exclaimed, and hit the girl in her stomach. The blond fell to the floor, clutching her exposed midriff in agony.

"That's gotta hurt," Bloom thought.

"You're finished, little fairy girl!" the monster roared, as other little monsters reappeared. The blond girl took careful steps backwards until she was cornered against a tree. "Now ghouls, bring me her scepter." Immediately, the little monsters lunged for her, grabbing her and pining her to the ground.

Even if the blond girl was defenseless, she still was provoking the monster. "You'll never get away with this!" she insisted, as she struggled out of the grip of the little red monsters that pinned her to the ground.

"I think I just did," he laughed. "Your scepter is ours, and you are history."

That was it – Bloom couldn't stand it anymore. She stepped out of her hiding place, finding her courage and shouting at him, "Leave her alone. Come get me." As if just noticing what she'd said, she added, "Wait, did I just say that?" But it was already too late to take it back and run, as the monster was now nearing her.

"You sure did," he said evilly, now close enough to grab her. He pulled her up by the wrists in a steel grip, "You should mind your own business," he hissed.

Bloom felt a power deep inside her, fueled by her anger and hate for the monster holding her six feet off the ground. Before she even realized what was happening, a golden glow was surrounding her. "Let go!!!" she shouted as the golden light radiated from her body, making the monster release her. The little red ones flew at her to attack for their master, but she blew them away with the same golden glow.

Bloom stared in disbelief at her hands, not quite sure how she'd done what she'd done. "What just happened? How did I do that?

"Wow," the blond one whispered. "You've got Winx, girl, major Winx."

Baltor stopped the image there, right when she discovered that she had powers. If he wanted her to trust him, he couldn't let her know that she was magical, or that magic existed – at least for now. "Let's alter this memory now, shall we?"

It was a beautiful day at the park. Bloom was sitting against a trunk eating her apple, until her pet rabbit Kiko came running towards her, yelling and screaming, as if spooked.

"What? Did you see one of those scary squirrels again?" Bloom joked. But he kept on screaming. "Okay, okay," she sighed, standing up and tossing her apple to the side. "I'll come look."

She soon saw why her little rabbit was so worried. On the side of the football field, a group of boys were standing around what appeared to be a man lying unconscious. Bloom rushed to the group and pushed the boys aside. "What happened?" Bloom asked, checking the man's pulse. Thankfully, he still had one. As she examined his chest for any wounds, she couldn't help notice how handsome he was. He had long red-blond hair, and a rather nice body. That she'd noticed that made her blush."

"We were playing soccer, and I kicked as hard as I could because I wanted to score, but it bounced off the pole instead and hit the man at the head," the boy with light blond hair said in a shaky voice.

Bloom carefully felt the back of his head, looking for a lump or bump, as the man started to wake up. He opened his eyes – the most beautiful golden eyes she had ever seen – and tried to stand up. Bloom supported his back and helped him up.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, I think" he said, lightly touching his head, "but I feel a huge headache coming on. Thanks for helping me," he said, standing up while still counting on Bloom's support.

"No problem," she said shyly. The short distance between them made her feel very hot.

"My name is Jack Baltor, nice to meet you." He smiled, extending his hand.

"Bloom Cross," she answered, shaking his hand.

There. Now the memory was altered. Bloom would never know she was magical or that magic existed, but she would know of him, of their first meeting. He released the magical connection and grabbed her from the desk bridal style. Now the only thing he had to do was to take her to the hospital.

-oOo-

Fuzzy images were the first thing Bloom saw as she awoke up from her sleep. In the background, she heard a beeping noise, but her brain couldn't register where it was coming from. She tried sitting up, but winced as her sore muscles were forced to work. But by far the most pain was coming from the back of her head. She tried touching it, but her arm was connected to some kind of wires that made most movement impossible.

She tried looking around again, her sight slowly improving – she was in a hospital room. What was she doing here, what had happened? She couldn't remember a thing.

At that moment a man walked in, wearing dark brown pants and a white blouse covered by a beige mantle that reached the upper half of his legs. He had his blond hair pulled back in a ponytail and was wearing square-shape glasses, slightly covering his golden eyes.

When he saw that she was awake, a smile spread across his face making him even more handsome. "You're awake," he smiled, sitting down on the chair next to her bed and grabbing her hand. Bloom immediately pulled away from his touch. Who was this man?

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Don't you remember me? You had an accident, and a concussion – that's probably why you don't remember me, although I didn't know you had forgotten that much." He reached for her hand again, but she kept it firmly against her body. The smile on his face turned in a look of hurt.

"I'm Jack, honey. I'm your fiancé."

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