Category: Winx Club
Rating: M
Couples: Faragonda/Baltor in 'good' ending, hints of Baltor/Griffin in 'bad' ending.
Warnings: none
Chapter: 'Good Ending'
Copyright: © characters and places by Iginio; © Plot and OC by me
Author's Note: for the continuation of the Good ending, visit Forced Marriage 2 and Return to Magic.
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"Ah, my dear Faragonda, why would I be here otherwise?" He crouched down, looking her square in the eyes. "I wish to lash out one last time, and I wish it to be the greatest wound of my existence. You were always such a pillar of power…"
"You will regret this." Where she pulled it from he couldn't say, but somehow she managed to gather the power to rise.
"Perhaps, perhaps not." He rose with her, keeping them face to face. "I do intend to find out."
"You are truly mad." He voice was full of contempt as the fire in her veins forced her to back up, searching for support.
"Perhaps, perhaps not." He followed her, his intent clearly written on his face. "Submit, Faragonda. You have never been a match for me."
"You wish." Her words were sharp, but they did not harm him. Both knew that if a confrontation were to happen now, he would win easily.
"Such spirit. You never give up, do you?" His hand gripped her arm. "I am grateful. It will make this night far more enjoyable."
"Bastard." His eyes widened at this. He had never heard such language from her before.
"Tsts…" A dangerous grin came to his face. "Mind your words, Headmistress. Silence!"
The spell wove into the room, blocking all sound from outside as well as inside.
Faragonda did not react to it, knowing what was to come. And indeed, just as the blue-grey layer in the room was finished, his magic assaulted her, obeying his unspoken command to take what was hers. A soundless scream on the edge of her consciousness made her waver, Alfea's silent plea unheard because her Headmistress had just lost her magic. It would be impossible for Alfea to contact any one now, being caught in a grey area: her Headmistress lived, and yet did not do so enough to feed the bond between the schools. Unless Griffin or Saladin themselves tried to contact her, Alfea could not call to them for aid. She just hoped he would not realize that.
"Get it over with." Her blue eyes had grown infinitively colder as time progressed, now holding enough cold fury to send lesser evils running on sight alone. He was no such lesser evil.
"But where would be the fun in that?" He pulled her closer. "I at the least want to enjoy this some, since I doubt you'll have a body to have me enjoy."
"You might be surprised." Faragonda had long ago learned to deal with pain, and death was a thing she feared as much as she did herself. "But know this: I will give you no pleasure tonight. Do what you will, but you are hardly a threat to me. In the end, it will be you who loses this battle of wits, demon."