A/N: Warning! This chapter closely resembles a horror story. I can not give any more details, but please leave all breakfasts, lunches and dinners behind while you read this. Snacks are permitted for those with strong stomachs.
As the carriage moved along the path, the newly married couple sat, embracing.
"Nabu, Nabu, I don't deserve you!", Layla moaned.
"That was certainly a very eventful day," agreed Nabu, as his hands traced her back.
"Want to make it an eventful night?"giggled Layla.
"Any night spent with you is eventful," said Nabu, as his hand traced the contours of her back, sliding lower.
"I meant…really, really eventful," said Layla, reaching up to nibble his earlobe. He moaned, half out of pleasure and half out of his ploy to turn her on.
It worked. Layla was on his lap, kissing him fiercely again, calling his name repeatedly and asking him when they would reach their destination.
"Just a few more hours," he mumbled, between kisses.
"I can't wait that long!" whined Layla, "I've waited for so long, I want you, I want you, I want you!."
"patience, my love, when we are there I will make you the happiest woman in the world," he said. "Besides, what do you suggest I do? Take you right here, right now?"
Layla didn't speak for a second, she just kept holding him, looking into his eyes. The look she gave him was scarey, it was filled with longing and desire.
The couple was jolted out of their trance when the carriage stopped with a jerk.
"W-What happened?" said Nabu, half standing up, almost pushing Layla off him. They had opted for a no-magic carriage, as was the tradition of all wedding ceremonies on Tides.
"Hey- hey driver!" yelled Layla. She was the one who had hired him, in the first place. There was no answer.
"I'll check it out…" said Nabu, finally pushing his wife out of the way, and planting a swift kiss on her forehead before getting off.
Layla's mind was a whirl. Something pricked at her conscience, telling her of the impending danger. The curse…
The curse of the mermaid,
"Nabu…" the words were out before she could stop herself. Relief washed over her as he turned, and began to walk towards her, looking confused and shaking his head.
"there's nobody in the driver's seat," he said, after he reached the entrance of the carriage. "and the horses are just…standing there. Layla…I don't know why…,I've got a bad feeling abo—"
A sudden thunk sound came from behind, and Layla's mouth opened in a soundless scream. Nabu's severed head lay in her lap, the confused expression frozen on his face. She numbly looked up at the headless body, blood spurting from the open neck on to her bright, purple wedding dress.
Still in a trance, she saw a small scrawny boy behind Nabu's now lifeless corpse, which was sliding towards her, blood still dripping from its neck. The boy's muscles tensed as she recognized him. He was holding a silver, carved knife, blood dripping from its sharp edges.
'Jared' she mouthed the words silently, eyes buldging, hands clenched into tight fists.
His mouth was set in a weird, apologetic smile. "You broke my heart, H2O BABE," he said, using the online name she had used to speak to him, "Now it's my turn to break yours."
She finally screamed then. A loud, piercing one, that echoed through the deserted plains. Hearing it seemed to jerk Jared to his senses. He reeled back, threw down the knife, and sped away as far as his legs could take him.
Layla was still screaming, weakly trying to push off Nabu's body to run after his killer. There was blood everywhere, coating the fllors and caking her face.
It was an hour before she could do anything. When she had stopped screaming, she had yanked at her hair, speaking to herself, soothing her guilt over the curse, and weakly trying to push the corpse and head away. She forced herself to get off the carriage. Trying to use magic was useless. She doubted whether she could do it right in her state. She untied the horses from the carriage and tied them one behind the other together. She tied Nabu's body to one horse. The mare wined at the smell of blood, but Layla stroked it and it fell silent.
She would have to carry his head. Wincing, she held her husband's head as she jumped on to the first horse. For one wild second, she thought of going after Jared, but it was a stupid plan. She set off back towards her kingdom, Nabu's long hair tickling her waist.
A/N: Stop fighting the urge to flame me now, I know you are just dying to. In my defense )spoiler for those that haven't finished watching Season 4) Nabu does die, and I wanted this story to resemble the main plot of the Winx Club. This is why Layla and Nabu are married off before everyone, as in Season 4, he asked her to marry him.
As I am updating after ages, please review so I can muster up the morale to continue.