A/N: Hi peeps, here I am again with a next chapter. Remember that I'm writting this story with authoress , so you can always send her a pm of what you think about the story.

And now, I'm going to say somethin very , very, very important. I saw on reader traffic that 100 people have read our story, the strange thing is that we only have 4 reviews. So , read very well because WE AREN'T GOING TO UPLOAD UNTIL WE HAVE BETWEEN 15 AND 20 REVIEWS. I know it's hard but it's really demotivating if you get so less reviews.

Enjoy reading.

Be mine

chapter 2

by authoress and waterbendergirl

When Bloom's eyes fluttered open, the first thing she did was check to see where she was. Unfortunately, her surroundings didn't yield many clues – she could be anywhere.

"Hello, beautiful." Her mind was still spinning from the impact of the attacks, but there was no doubt in her mind as to who it was – she knew that voice all too well.

"Get away from me," she said, pulling the blankets over her body, wincing in pain as her sore muscles were forced to work.

Baltor smiled. Poor girl – did she really think that would stop him? His power bolt must have been far too strong – it was affecting her mind as well as her body. "I don't want to hurt you, Bloom," he said, while pulling back the blankets.

"I said, get away from me!" she snapped, raising her arms over her head to try and make a protection shield.

Baltor laughed as she tried again and again to enable a shield. Finally, she threw her arms down in defeat and said, "Okay, I give up. Why can't I use my powers?"

"Because they don't belong to you anymore, my dear," Baltor said, leaning closer to her.

"You took my powers?"

"Maybe," he said, sitting down on her bed and placing one finger under her chin, tilting her head upwards. "If it helps, you're in a much better position than your pathetic friends," he added.

Bloom shot up like a rocket, paying little attention to the searing pain that was coursing through her body. "My friends," she growled. "What did you do to them?"

He laughed watching her fall back to the bed, wincing in pain. "Nothing you need to worry about now, my dear. If I were you, I'd be more concerned about how to deal with those nasty wounds." He motioned to the various partially healed cuts and bruises on her skin, running his fingers over a few.

"Don't touch me," she spat, yanking her arm away and ignoring the pain that was racing through it.

"Fine. Have it your way." He stood up to leave.

Bloom watched him leave out of the corner of her eye, and only once he was gone did she let her tears fall. Hot and fast, they stung her cheeks, but compared to the pain the rest of her body was feeling, it was only minor.

When she'd finally finished crying, she sank into the confines of her bed, thinking about what had just happened. Strangely, the fact that she had no idea where she was, her powers had been taken away, and she was in Baltor's control wasn't what bothered her – it was what he had said about her friends that was keeping her from falling into the deep sleep her body craved.

"You're in a much better position than your pathetic friends."

"They're nothing you need to worry about now, my dear."

What on Earth did that mean?

--

"Guys? Where are we?" Stella's voice had risen to new levels of uncertainty, and with good reason.

"I can't tell," Flora said, as she desperately squeezed her eyes together, hoping that it was just dizziness that was causing her to see black.

"I can't even see," Musa remarked.

"See what?" Tecna quipped. "There's nothing here." The normally super-smart fairy was, for once, stumped.

"Where's here?" Layla asked.

They all turned to where they thought Bloom would be, since she was usually the one with all the answers. But there was no one there.

"Bloom?" Stella called into the darkness.

There was no answer.

--

When Baltor returned a while later, he found Bloom already asleep. Taking advantage of her unconscious state, he came closer and ran his hand over her cheek, caressing her sweet face. With one finger he touched her lips – the lips he wanted to taste again so badly. Maybe just another quick taste…

No, he told himself. No more taking advantage of unconscious Bloom. Next time he kissed her, she would at least have to be conscious when he did it.

Instead, he kissed her gently on the forehead and let her sleep.

"Sweet dreams, my little firefly."

And with that motion, Bloom's eyes fluttered open. She immediately tried to distance herself from his touch, pushing her head into her pillows, but it wasn't nearly enough space. Ignoring the pain that shot through the right side of her body, she lifted her right arm and pushed him hard against the chest – anything to get him away from her.

Though it didn't affect him at all, Baltor leaned back, giving her the illusion of winning the battle. "Any better now?" he whispered sweetly, while pushing the bangs out of her eyes.

Bloom's arms shot up again in response, but before she could even move his hand away he had hers already in a steel grip. His grip softened as he saw the pain clearly written on her face. Instead, he carefully ran his fingers over her cuts.

Bloom shivered under his touch, feeling disgusted but also rather confused by the warmth of his hands.

"You know, you would be in much less pain if you let me heal your wounds."

"In your dreams," she spat, as she yanked her arms free from his grip. Again, pain shot through her body. She held her arm close to her chest, hoping he would take the hint not to touch her again.

"Where are my friends?" she asked suddenly.

Baltor's eyes shone with amusement. He decided to take his chances and placed his fingers underneath her chin again, lifting her face closer to his. "I thought I told you, you don't have to worry about them."

Bloom felt his hot breath tickle her face. He smelled like peppermint and fresh fruit. As his eyes locked onto hers, she tried to gaze into his soul, wondering what sick mind lay beneath those beautiful golden eyes. She noticed hunger in his eyes; he wanted something he couldn't get.

"If…" she started, but hesitated, thinking about the consequences if she proposed such a deal. "If… if I let you… will you tell me where my friends are?"

"If you let me do what?" he asked, wanting her to spell it out for him.

"If I let you kiss me, then will you tell me?"

"And why do you think I want to kiss you, my little firefly?" Although he tried to hide it, amusement was clearly written on his face.

Bloom leaned forward just enough so she could whisper in his ear. "Because I know how much you like my taste."

Baltor smirked – she had him there. "Okay." He quickly wrapped his arm around her waist and pushed her body flush against his.

Bloom gulped at his sudden reaction and took a deep breath to calm herself down. It was just one kiss, she told herself. One kiss was a small price to pay for finding out more about her friends. "Do we have a deal?"

"We have a deal." With that, Baltor closed the space between them and captured her lips over his, softly tasting her again. Oh how he had missed that taste of cinnamon and vanilla. He nibbled her bottom lip, asking for entrance, but she stubbornly denied it.

When Bloom found she had had enough, she pushed him against the chest, signaling him to stop. Baltor respected her wishes and pulled back, as much as he didn't want to. While Baltor was still enjoying the feeling of her cherry-red lips, Bloom got down to business. "I've held up my end of the deal. Now it's your turn." Finally, she was going to get some answers.

"Ah, but I already told you that you didn't need to worry about that now."

"You bastard – you told me you would let me know."

"And I will tell you, but not now." He smiled. "Good night my little firefly," he said, before he left the room, leaving a very angry Bloom behind.

please don't be mad about the reviewstandards, I think most of your writters understand me .

bye

sorry

sorry

sorry