Valtor currently sat atop his throne at Shadowhaunt, planning his next move, he needed magic and it couldn't be well-guarded, not while he was still weak and it couldn't be anything that would draw attention to himself. A low groan echoed throughout his mind, feminine in nature.

'Err…where am I?' came the voice, one he knew well and loathed with every fibre of his being.

"She's waking up…no it's too soon an infant Symbiote like her should be out for a month or two before she would allow her presence to be known" Valtor mused allowed his tone one of confusion. For Valtor knew how the Symbiote race worked when they reproduced in hostile environments they would place their offspring in the body of a future host, if they actually bothered to care, Symbiote weren't known for kindness to their own kind, even children and would gladly kill them if it suited their means. However, on the odd occasion they did place their young in a host the infant would remain unknown and untraceable until the day it matured enough to make it's presence known and force itself upon its host, converting them into something to better suit the Symbiote's needs. This was why many societies saw them as monsters, when they bonded with something they full took over, until there would be nothing left of the host,

The host themselves would lose themselves in the Symbiote, normally going mad with the power it granted them, combined with the aggression the Symbiote caused by its nature. The longer someone was bonded to a Symbiote the more of a struggle it would be to break the bond for the Symbiote would and will fight to stay with the host and the host will find it harder to live without it. Some who were fortunate enough to break the bond always went back for it, the Symbiote like a drug for them, they were addicted to it, needed it and in result would lose themselves to it. But it wasn't just mental challenges hosts would face at breaking a bond with a Symbiote, if they were bonded to it for too long their body would grow dependent on it, having been almost completely taken over by it and would die if apart from it for too long.

"Bloom can't of developed enough, matured enough to attempt to seize control of me, it's barley been a day since she became one" Valtor mused aloud, he closed his eyes and searched for the Symbiote he had bonded too, he needed to find her to ensure she wasn't waking up, his wounds were still barley healed and he was weak, vulnerable he needed her out enough so that she could heal him instinctively without physically fighting for control.

Valtor's Mindscape…

The dark wizard, dressed in usual Victorian aristocrat attire found himself once again in the vast darkness of his mind, where his consciousness had been imprisoned by his creators, the three ancestral witches.

"I know you're here, I can feel you" Valtor muttered in anger as began to make his way across the landscape, searching for the slightest hint of Bloom. He needed to find her and find her he did.

He could see it, the single piece of light within his mind, light brought by that of his new Symbiote, still yet to be tainted by the darkness of her nature and by his own darkness. He closed in on her with incredible speed, a dark gleam in his eye, he stopped a step or so from her.

Bloom lay on the ground, not a stitch of clothing on her body, curled up into a ball and shaking whether from the cold or fear was anyone's guess but Valtor preferred to assume it was the latter. Her eyes squeezed shut, baring her gritted teeth. Curling up tighter in the dark wizard's presence.

"So you're not waking up, yet, I must have been picking up your stray thoughts" Valtor mused allowed, beginning to consider that by forcing Bloom to bond with him while still developing rather than implanting her within him could have caused this.

He grew a dark smirk and the sinister gleam within his eyes seemed to glow brighter as he was struck with an idea on how to make it easier for him to control Bloom and her new aggressive nature. All he needed to do was break her, attack her mind until the very thought of him terrified her. He raised his hand above her nude, shaking body, it began to glow with a dark, near black purple aura.

'After all, there is no need to dirty my own hands in breaking her when I can use her own mind to do it for me' he thought to himself with a dark chuckle.

Bloom curled tighter upon itself, her shaking grew more frantic as images of the dark wizard filled her mind, images of the Trix, Darkar, her friends, both the Winx and the Specialists, each one of them wearing a dark lustful smirks.

Bloom's Mind…

Within her mind a mental apparition of herself was bound in chains within a dungeon, not a single stitch of clothing upon her body, chained to the wall, arms spread wide, legs in a near frog like positions, straps around her kneecaps, preventing her from straightening them, a metallic collar around her neck, attaching it to the hard, cold, stone wall, preventing her from using her magic, there was no light, just darkness. She couldn't see the nose upon her face. But she knew they were there, knew who was there.

His dark laughter echoed throughout the dungeon, her head bolted round, or at least it tried to. She gasped from breath at the attempt of motion forced the collar against her neck, applying pressure to her windpipe, she forced her head back gasping for breath.

"You really are pathetic, it is hard to believe that this is the princess of Sparx, the only one to survive the massacre, the last of her people, oh how the mighty have fallen indeed" Valtor chuckled.

She could hear him but she couldn't seem him. Something gripped her left bare breast and squeezed it hard, she screamed at the contact, her heartbeat increasing, the touch alone had scared her but when he continued to squeeze her heart was consumed in fear.

The dark laughter of her captor only increased in volume and continued to echo around her.

"You're pathetic, you scream at a single touch, let's see how much you scream after this" Valtor chuckled, Bloom heard a click of his fingers, that's all she heard, all the warning she received before pain surged through her. Teaching her that the collar did more than simply prevent her from using her powers, several hundred volts surged through her body, she screamed by hell did she scream, agony surging through her, tears began to slide down her cheeks and dripping onto the floor.

The shocks stopped and Valtor's laughter only continued. His hand slapped across her face, she gasped in pain, the stinging sensation growing, she could feel the mark appearing upon her cheek

"Aww are you crying, you really are pathetic, how in the world did you cause me so much trouble, you're worthless, just a little whore to be used at my will and that of the others, just a little worthless whore" he said. She gasped a look of pure horror appearing upon her face, not that it could be seen as she felt two of Valtor's fingers invade her vagina, entering it, all the way to the flesh of his hand, he broke it, blood began to seep out from her crotch, around his fingers.

"So tight and so bloody, you have dirtied my hand you bitch" he snapped, slapping her again, on her other cheek with his spare hand. He removed his fingers forcefully before forcing the two digits into her mouth, her gag reflex activated and her entire body convulsed, attempting to clear her mouth but all that happened was her head moved back and fourth, slamming her neck against the collar, only making it harder to breath.

"Clean them you bitch" Valtor hissed, Bloom tried to shake her head only to have the collar grow tighter, she gasped, or at least tried to, he forced his fingers in further, nearly touching her uvula "Clean them" he repeated, the frustration and anger in his voice growing, she had no choice now, the collar began to tighten with every second she did not obey, she began to lick the digits clean, she could practically hear his smirk, he removed his digits. The liquid still in her mouth, she tried to spit but she had no strength to do so and since she couldn't lean her head forward to let gravity release her from the horrid metallic taste that tortured her mouth.

"Swallow" was all he said, Bloom felt the collar tighten, it was now near impossible to breath, she gulped forcefully, emptying her mouth of the revolting contents but the taste remained.

"Well done slut and now I shall leave you with others" Valtor said, he turned his back upon her, she heard the shift in his clothing along with his footsteps as he walked away. The sound faded, Bloom let out a small sigh of relief, tears still streaming down her cheeks, hoping that the collar would give a little, but it didn't it remained in place forcing her to fight to breathe. Her relief was short lived as footsteps once again echoed throughout the dungeon once again but they were different.

"Why hello Bloom, long time no see" greeted a dark voice that she knew well and thought she'd never hear again.

"Darkar" Bloom gasped out, her voice cracking.

"Yes, it is I dear Bloom and now you shall pay for stopping me from claiming the ultimate power from the realm of Relix" he chuckled. Her heart began to pound harder and faster. Black fires engulfed her body, she screamed by hell did she scream, enduring the pure agony as the black flames consumed her body, licking at her tender flesh.

This was only the beginning as they all came one by one and used her body, the Trix, the Winx, the Specialists, even Sky, each one of them using her body and relishing in causing her pain.

2 Months Later…

Valtor sat cross-legged in the centre of his throne room, in a meditative position, searching, reaching out with his mind, searching for vulnerable magic ripe for the taking. He hadn't heard anything from Bloom, other than the odd mental scream and 'please no' that reached his mind and whenever it did he smirked, everyday she would be tortured by friend and enemy alike, each day he got closer to breaking her.

Her screams echoed throughout his mind once again, he grew a dark smirk, finding pleasure in hearing her screams.

'I'll kill you for this, I swear I'll kill you' she screamed, Valtor's eyes snapped open.

"Interesting, even after this length of time she still hasn't given up…oh well her loss judging by her rate of development it'll be at least another month before she matures enough to do anything" Valtor chuckled before closing his eyes once again and reaching out, searching for magic he could claim and use to give him strength.

He felt it, a small orb of magic located in an environment that could be considered exotic to those with magic just down to its lack of. Earth a single magical being was found, unprotected and completely vulnerable with an object of immense power within their possession. The magical being itself was young and inexperienced, her magic raw and untapped. His eyes snapped open.

"Looks like I have finally found my target and I am almost fully recovered and once I have that power I'll be able to pick up where I left off" Valtor declared, bursting out in dark laughter once again. He rose to his feet and raised his arms, firing beams of electric blue energy into an empty space, opening portal to Earth, he stepped into it.

Alfea…

The Trix currently sat atop sofas in the main living area of the Winx Club's dorm, Flora off to their side in a single chair, keeping a close eye on them, she never let up, going so far as to use a collection of spells so as to not be affected by not sleeping, every second of every day she watched the Trix, ensuring they didn't try anything and that the second they learned of Valtor's location she would know.

The Trix stiffened and Icy grew a dark smirk, they could feel him through his mark, they could feel his magic, they followed the trace of his magic only to find it move and reappear on a different planet. Icy rose to her feet and turned to face the nature fairy, her eyes had risen when she had rose, they made eye contact, it still unnerved Icy that the most gentle and harmless of the Winx was the one who was willing to kill, it was terrifying what she was willing to do.

"He's on Earth, he used a teleportation spell if we hurry we can get to him before he leaves his current position" Icy said, Flora's response only consisted of a single nod, her expression hardening, she took out her phone and sent the message to the others to get back there now or be left behind.

'The time has finally come, today Valtor, I will kill you with my own hands' Flora thought to herself with determination, reaching to a side draw, unlocking it before opening it and dipping her hand into it and fishing out a couple items, hiding them upon her person, slipping on a pair of gauntlets Helia had loaned her.

"Today it ends" Flora stated, her gaze hardening and her hands becoming fists.

'Who would of thought that such a nice, innocent and naive fairy like her could turn out to be worse than any witch at Cloud Tower, heck she's nearly as bad as our ancestors…the Ancestrals' Icy mused, she approached the nature fairy, Flora turned to face her once again, Icy leaned in and whispered something to her, pulling back to take in the expression of the fairy, it revealed nothing.

"I will consider it" was all Flora said, the rest of what was left of the Winx Club entered the dormitory, all in their enchantix forms and ready to face the dark wizard.

'You'll pay Valtor' Flora mentally spat, the negative feelings took root within her very core and she transformed into her own enchantix forms, she could feel the darkness within it but paid it no sense of mind, she would ignore it, at least until Valtor was burning in hell.

"He's on Earth, some place called New York, according to the teleportation spell" Icy said, the others nodded and Stella summoned her sceptre, the Trix applied the dust to their marks, dissolving them.

"Teleportus" Stella declared, they were all engulfed in a bright light.

A/N Hope you all 'liked' the update, darker than I originally planned it, wasn't supposed to be this dark for a couple more chapters yet but things change, PLZ REVIEW, any suggestions will be helpful, remember though less reviews sent in the lower the chance of an update.