/Notes: Hello everyone!

I totally forgot to leave notes at the previous part, sorry for that.

This is my new sparxshipping fanfiction and I am super excited to work on it. I had a super cool idea for some time now and finally decided that it's time to write it down. Also it is a good way to practice my writing skills.

This story won't follow the original plot at all, I have all sorts of new events and ideas for it. And since it is a sparxshipping fanfic, it will mostly focus just on Bloom and Valtor but I will try to include the other characters too as much as possible. I will be diving deep into Bloom's psyche and the feelings she had in her head while being Darkar's slave because it was never really explored in the cartoon.

Anyway, I can't promise regular updates since my school starts again on Monday and I am a senior but I will try to find time to write.

Hope you enjoy this!/

The first thing Bloom could feel when she awoke was the pain.

And not only on a centred or a certain spot, but running all across her body. Her muscles felt weak and sore, emptied even. As if every cell inside her was burning. Which, if it was actually the case, wouldn't be a problem, since she knew very well how to handle heat. Hell, she was the flame itself. But it wasn't the fire that was hurting her. Since none on earth could.

As she opened her eyes, ever so slightly, a strange room came into focus. Her head felt extremely dizzy and she couldn't remember much about how she ended up there. Only murmurs, arguments, and throbbing that spread from her toes to her head surprisingly quickly. Glass all around her. And liquid making her way upwards. After and before were like blurs.

The second thing she realized was that she was attached to a cold metal table. Bloom's heartbeat quickened, panic filling her head.

Blood-red fingers, like claws, dragging against her skin just enough not to cut through. Face resembling demon's staring at her with his dead eyes. A shape she had trusted to be her professor at his side, a sickening smile on his features as he watched her.

Unable to move.

Trapped.

Paralyzed.

Alone.

Shivering, she managed to stir the memory away. No, this wasn't the Lord Darkar's palace. She got out. She was safe- at least that was what she hoped. But the fact that she wasn't next to her friends in the safety of her school right now didn't really help reassure the fire fairy.

Space that surrounded her was entirely white, almost reminding her of a hospital, which gave her a little comfort. The place where the Shadow Phoenix had kept and tortured her was stripped entirely of any light. White was colour the monster wasn't familiar with.

But Darkar was dead. For good. He couldn't hurt her anymore, she made sure of that. Paying too high of a price.

Bloom tried moving her hands but found them almost magically fixated to her sides at the table. Not only that, but two thick transparent tubes were going from something under the table and into her veins.

Where was she? What happened to the rest of the girls? Was Sky-

It was all foggy inside her head. She knew the memories were there but it felt like she was so drained of energy that she couldn't even think properly. Or maybe she knew exactly what had happened and just refused to think about it because it was so painful. The second one seemed more likely.

"Princess Bloom," she heard a deep male voice speak up, but she couldn't see it's owner anywhere near. It wasn't anyone she knew or recognized.

"You will excuse the fact that our procedure is taking a little bit longer than usual. But everything should be arranged by tonight."

Procedure? Was she in some kind of scientific lab? And if so, why did Faragonda let it happen? Were the rest of the Winx in the same situations?

"If it were up to me, we would have detained you long ago. But Faragonda had to insist-" he trailed off. Just thinking of the Alfea's Headmistress made Bloom almost nostalgic. After all, it had become her home, the only place where she felt like she could fit in. And the older woman was almost like family too, since she had helped her learn about her past and real parents. Bloom would forever be thankful to her for that.

Yet there were many questions and she was no closer to figuring out the answers.

"What's going on? What did you do to me? Why am I in here?" Bloom found her voice, a little rusted, but still managed to add in some spice.

"Nothing that you didn't deserve. After what you did, you should be thankful that we didn't kill you. But no need to worry, you won't be a problem for anyone much longer." That shut her up at once. And with that, all the sounds went quiet completely.

So other people knew. She somehow hoped Faragonda will adjust the story a little, at least so that she wouldn't have to be imprisoned. Not that she didn't deserve it. She could never, will never forgive herself. It didn't matter that she was under Darkar's control, she was still the one that did it. He may have put the dark energy inside of her but if she admitted it to herself, Bloom almost liked the way it felt, how it blended with her Dragon Flame.

Fragments of memories were trying to find their way into her head but she couldn't allow it. Pitying herself and reliving those terrors will get her nowhere right now.

She tossed another glance at the tubes, now noticing a strange, barely seeable yellowish liquid being pressed into her. Nothing about this made any sense. If she could just detach herself from that thing and clear her head then maybe she would be able to fully recollect how she got here. She had defeated Icy entirely by herself and killed the keeper of the dark, she could handle a few glass tubes.

Focusing entirely on herself and inside her psyche, to the very core of her being, Bloom reached for the Dragon Flame. It usually responded right back to her, but as she grew closer toward it she could feel a strange vibe of energy there. Something was wrong.

Off.

Dark.

She felt similar power only once before. With Valtor.

Thinking of the wizard enraged her even more. After what went down in Alfea, she was just waiting for them to cross paths again, so she can erase him from the dimension. He didn't deserve anyone's pity, let alone hers.

The dragon that slept within her soul was completely black, its eyes closed as if it was resting. As if her magic just needed to be reawakened. It looked magnificent, even now, even in this twisted, unfamiliar form. Bloom pushed further, her mind now hovering against the great creature.

Its eyes opened so suddenly, red, just like Darkar's had been. Bloom didn't even get to retrieve as it launched at her. She felt the shadows wrap around her, priding inside her head. The dragon's heavy breath was on her bare skin. It wouldn't let her fight back, just like she had fallen into its trap, the trap of her own mind. Again, nothing made sense. If Lord Darkar was dead all of his power should be erased. Unless- unless she didn't want to let the darkness go.

Her body started to shake under the influence, mind going in and out of consciousness. There were tons of voices around her now, all insanely on alert. And the man with the deep one was yelling at the top of all of them: "Call for back up this is an emergency!" People were touching her, pulling the weird tubes out of her and replacing them with others.

Then a few seconds later someone else shouted: "Prepare the Glacier chamber! We have no other choice!"

She, of course, did know what that thing was but it scared her. Glacier sounded like ice- and ice, well Bloom wasn't a fan of, for obvious reasons.

The red-haired fairy could feel herself trying to push against the intruding shadows, trashing, backing away. But the more she fought, the hungrier for her they became and the more exhausted she felt.

She thought of her roommates, of Stella, willing herself into resisting. Her friends who had become family, who were always there and would never give up on her. She reached for memories of their sleepovers, of finding Layla, of beating Trix's asses, of nights spent in Wildland, of friendship and warmth.

But then like it wanted her to crack even further, her thoughts drifted to Sky. And thinking of Sky made her remember. Relive.

Remember the darkness in her head and in her heart.

Remember her screams that seemed to stretch into eternity.

In her ears were the witches' voices, all too happy to see her fall apart. Gloating at the fragile target that she had become.

Remember being a slave to the Shadow Phoenix.

Tears had found their way out of her eyes and running in streams against her cheeks.

Remember what all the Trix had done to her.

Squealing, begging, suffering, breaking. Stormy rising her hand and then-

Remember the Shadow Hunt, the Relix.

Remember what she did.

And that made her welcome the darkness in.

Valtor stared at the conjured illusion in front of him, almost impressed.

He nearly felt sorry for the fairy, being inspected like a project or even worse, an animal. He would have killed them all as soon as he opened his eyes.

And while he knew Bloom went by the good fairy law that every life was sacred, with an exception of his at least, he also knew that she held an insane amount of darkness within her.

The wound she left on him was fading now, but it was still there, still reminding him that he underestimated her once. That he wouldn't do so ever again.

He couldn't fathom it before, back when he first heard rumours. An Alfea fairy going dark and attacking a fellow student. But now, now he saw it unfold in front of him. Bloom looked like she will personally rip the Council's lab into pieces. There was no trace of annoying cyan eyes, now they shone as if they were golden. Cat-like.

Valtor could feel her end of the flame, emerged into darkness and he loved it. It took him a moment to realize that he was seeing himself in her. A true predator. Just like he was before Omega. Just like he was about to become again.

He will command once more, have everything. Ruler of the magic dimension at last. No old ancestral witches to control him.

A syringe connected with Bloom's skin and her body fell flat against the floor. One of the Council people closed her eyes, ordering the rest to take a stretcher and bring her to the Glacier chamber.

The dark wizard knew far too well what came next for her. Piercing pain of your body freezing as you are awake to witness it. Not that it mattered much to him. For this to work he needed her gone for a while anyway.

He knew exactly what to do as Bloom was being carried out off the room. A month or two would be just enough.

And then, then Valtor was going to pay a little visit to the fairy of the Dragon Flame.

/Notes: And there you have it guys, chapter two.

I know they are quite short but didn't want to fit too much into this and it was also getting kind of late. So some chapters will probably be shorter while other with more action will be longer.

Also, are any of you going to watch Fate: The Winx Saga on 22nd this month?

Leave me a comment and let me know what you thought./